Mere Rab ke haathon ka noor toh_ Uska chehra bataata haii
Mizaaj e Ishq: #2 ~Be’daar tha main…~
Kab main tanha tha_Mujhe hosh nahi
Ishq e Mizaaji: #1. ~Kaash kabhi aesi bhi~
Kaash kabhi aesi bhii _ Koii Tasbeeh meri ho
Labon pe zikr mere ho _ Aur Ungliyaan teri ho
Secrets of My Diary: #20. ~Jannah-The Paradise to look for~
This life is temporary. So I am happy to let you go; because I'm planning to be with you in Jannah. I wrote it in my fable and went to bed. As I laid down and as it always happens I began with my out of the world creations.Things are so crazy and life is... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #19. ~Ever wondered why you wonder?~
How grand it is to wake up when the whole world is still asleep. I wonder why does one even sleep. What, did they climb Mount Everest or pulled a bullock-cart that they feel like a oscitant to gradually fall at their beds. Well that's beyond any human restraint. But, there has to be a... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #16. ~A few things left unsaid.~
There are always things which you can't tell your parents. And if you don't have a sister then it's never going to be easy. There's no one who can understand. The only choice left is to keep such thoughts deep down into your heart so that it's effect doesn't create an ache to your soul.... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #15. ~You can’t be ordinary.~
Your time is precious. And the worst part is that you can't save it. And the best part is that you can't spend it. So stop now. Drop your time in solitude. Think about the track your life is upon. Ask for His forgiveness. He's very forgiving. He's our creator. He's the giver. And He's... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #14. ~I feel like~
I feel saturated a lot of times as of now. It's not that I'm short of words but, the same old words, same old people, same old situations leave me no where but exhausted. I feel like I'm limited now. I can't explore myself to new ideas. I feel like giving up. I'm worried. I... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #13. ~Allah is there, when no one is!~
When you realize that there are a lot of people who are a lot smarter than you; a lot more skillful than you; a lot better-looking than you; a lot more intelligent than you; a lot more impressive than you, and who are having a lot better English than you; Then the most beautiful feeling... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #11. ~Nevertheless, I’m with you~
I once felt. I still do. I do it more these days. You know you are the happiest you have ever been when you realize that you have the best father and you have the best mother and then you have even the best brother. And above all there is the Greatest Almighty Allah who... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #10. ~Remember Me~
It's better late than never happened before! Get ready for the day of resurrection and prepare yourself to face Allah Sub'han Awata'ala. Start with asking forgiveness from Him. He is Al_Ghafoor, The Perfectly Forgiving. He will surely forgive. The next step is not to miss your Salah. That will pave your way to Islah. Learn... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #9. ~It’s IMpossible~
It's impossible after a certain point to get back to the old style of thinking or the old ways of blinking. You can never be the same person again because it was never all of a sudden change; and a sudden change is always temporary. Well I believe that, if not you! The past might... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #7. ~In the end you have to just- believe~
Sometimes you just have to believe things. You can't just put a question mark onto it straight forward. If you wish to wait for a logical answer then wait until death. See, logically nothing is correct; because logically everything can be proved wrong. For instance- can you prove that the sun rises in the east?... Continue Reading →
Story of a Poet: #33. ~The Past has gone so fast~
Not all the scars are shown. Not all the sparse are known. Beautiful is the life free of love absconds. Relations of old are unbreakable bonds. The Past has gone so fast. Today, how long does it last! Tomorrow is promised to no one. Then why to wait for someone! Every laughter has in it,... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #30. ~Silence whispers~
Its been said a lot of times. Silence is a weapon. Some use it to destroy, disintegrate, defame, vilify, incarnate people and add any other qualifier to contemplate this fact. In simple words, there are a very few who use it to safeguard their modesty. The truth is not ought to be termed as a... Continue Reading →
Strangely Friends Friendly Strangers @Photext 15
So, as you can see, the number 15 is here. It's really saddening for me to end this segment here in. But, I had to do it to safeguard its integrity. Honestly speaking, I'll come up with something similar, yet different. Indeed, I tried my hardest again to end it upon a high note. I... Continue Reading →
Raah e Khuda: #5. ~Ishq…~
I wonder a lot. Not because I am so lame to do other things in life. But, that's what makes me jot down the most of my imaginations on paper. I fantasize this aspect into my Urdu Poetry to a much greater extent. To keep it real, I talk about love. And what is the... Continue Reading →
Raah e Khuda: #4. ~Mere Maula_Aye Maula…~
This one is really very close to my heart. I hope it turns out to be the best of the four. Simple crew of words to adorn my feelings in a simple Ghazal. Yeah, this is what's gradually called - a Ghazal. So, here again I come With a poem to undone My thoughts, my... Continue Reading →
Raah e Khuda: #3. ~Main sajde mein…~
I really fascinate writing these short poetry. It makes me dwell in those imaginations again and again. It makes me think over and over again about the same perpetuation about time. What's more connecting is the flow of the words I try to inhale with the appropriate gestures in them. I try my hardest to... Continue Reading →
