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
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: #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: #12. ~My MoMDaD~
There is no Replacement of 'em! Everything; almost everything has got a replacement somewhere down the stall. But, the sweetest desires of love are never to befall. Resistance from them is the shortcut to paradise hereafter. For it lies in the dark, and Allah knows better. _Saiz
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: #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: #8. ~I Still Care~d
I once cared. I once cared about my hankie being of adequate dimensions to gradually fit in my trouser's right scoop with a little portion of it tilting outwards. I authentically used to iron it pressing hard upon every fold to reduce its thickness so that every time I'd take it out on a sneeze... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #6. ~Compassion~
The worst point in being sick is not that you are actually sick but that feeling which constantly haunts you for being worthless and being good for nothing; and that feeling of despair when you try to do the easiest of the things but you just can't do because you're so sick. What hurts so... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #28. You need someone. But, who?
There are people who deserve to be happy. There are people who are sad. There are people who lived and died. Everyone you meet in life is fighting a battle. Everyone has a story. Everyone thinks his/her story is the most prominent of all. Everyone is in fantasy. At times we just want to speak up!... Continue Reading →
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A women is made to be loved and cherished as a blessing from The Almighty Allah; and not to be abused or discarded as a household worker. -Saiz
Story of a Poet: #27. ~The morning has arrived…~
When the moon sinks deep And the sun starts to peep. When the stars go dim, And you take last sip of the dream. When the world stands on its feet, And people march on the street. When you hear birds chirp, And watch the rays on your finger tip. That's when you open your... Continue Reading →
Story of a Poet: #22. ~I’ll forgive you~
You forgive me for liking you too much, And I'll forgive you for not liking me enough. You forgive me for missing you so, And I'll forgive you for being so cold. You forgive me for the loud racing of my heart, And I'll forgive you for not hearing it. You forgive me for playing... Continue Reading →
Story of a Poet: #18. ~After I die~
I wish I could shut my eyes To make my heart pure before it dies Intriguing the innocence and the lies Notwithstanding the deadly cries I wish I could go back in time To revive my future into one sublime And when still the reasons deform My Life I know can transform I love the... Continue Reading →
Story of a Poet: #17. ~Maturity comes with age!~
Maturity is not speaking When everyone else has shut up. Maturity is when you know What to speak but you still don't. Maturity is not hurting people back For them hurting you. Maturity is when you try to know The reason behind instead. Maturity is not acting like an adult And not laughing upon every... Continue Reading →
Story of a Poet: #16. ~Happiness isn’t about being happy. ~
Happiness isn't about always Getting what you want. Happiness isn't about the number Of laughter you have had. Happiness isn't about how louder Or longer you can laugh. Happiness isn't about how fast Your lips encircle on petty things. Happiness is about being satisfied. Being satisfied with what you have. Being satisfied with what you... Continue Reading →
Story of a Poet: #11. ~I’ll love you~
As long as one and one is two, I will love you! Nothing can turn me away from you Nor even the death that sue Nor even the power of the due I don't care where you are Near or Far All I know is I miss you Before the sunrise And after the sunset... Continue Reading →
Story of a Poet: #9. ~Sometimes you need to~
Sometimes you need To drop your time In solitude to have A better say At your foregoes. Sometimes you need To have a rife Of soliloquies In your prime time For amelioration Of your sins. Sometimes in the middle Of a prodigy There comes A time when you have To go with the competence. Sometimes... Continue Reading →
Story of a poet: #8~You are just a Past~
No matter what I have been through, I thank Allah keeping me true. Into the gloom and soon the shadow mere, I thank Him for letting the light somewhere near. Now when I go back in time, I wish I could change my past into highness of shrine. And thinking back to the old... Continue Reading →
