ہر روز سو سو بار مرتا ہوں ۔ ۔ ۔

لوگوں کی عنایت کے بعد
چُبھتے لفظوں کی سماعت کے بعد

تیکھی نظروں کے وار کے بعد
دوستوں کے منافقانہ پیار کے بعد

اک تاریک دن ڈھلنے کے بعد
اک تاریک شام گزرنے کے بعد

امیدِ نو ٹوٹنے کے بعد
پھر تاریک دن میں اُٹھنے کے بعد

دنیا کے مکر وفریب کے
اپنی انتہا تک پہنچنے کے بعد

جہاں کا اپنے شامیانوں میں
پرسکوں محوِ نیند ہو جانے کے بعد

اندھیری تنہا رات میں خدا کے حضور
میرا سر بسجود ہو جانے کے بعد

اک دردِدل اٹھتا ہے
پھر اشکوں کا ساغر بہتا ہے

یہ زخمی دل سب کو پھر
پُر زور پکار کر کہتا ہے

ہاں میں بھی اک انسان ہوں
میری برداشت کی بھی اک حد ہے

اک اپنے کے جو مرنے پر
تم اتنا واویلا کرتے ہو

مسلسل تمہارے ظلم ڈھانے سے خیامٓ

میں تو ہر روز سو سو بار مرتا ہوں

دشتِ محبت کی پیاس ۔ ۔ ۔

کچھ اس طرح بدلی ریت فراقِ یار کے بعد
عجب ہی موسمِ دل کی حالت بدلتی رہی

مٹ گئی پیاس زمین کی ہر بارش کے کے بعد
تپشِ ہجر بڑھتی رہی، جب جب برسات ہوتی رہی

رنگا رنگ پھول کھلے آغازِ بہار کے بعد
مگر خزاں گلشنِ دل میں طول پکڑتی رہی

دہکتا صحرا بھی سیراب ہوا ساون کے بعد
دشتِ محبت کی پیاس مگر بڑہتی رہی

بے حس سے ہو گئے موسموں سے ہم تیرے جانے کے بعد
نا جانے کب خیامٓ، گرمی جاتی رہی، سردی آتی رہی ۔ ۔ ۔

Don’t Let My Life Scatter Again. . .

Her presence. . . Her presence is something very special to me. When she is with me I feel like I’m living. I’m living a life. . . I feel like a complete being. Without her I’m not even half. Because she is not my better half but fullest of mine. With her, I forget all pains and loneliness. Her presence heals me. She is more than all types of medications and above meditation. She entered in my life, rehabilitated me, cured my heart and gave me peace of mind. She is the only one who can retain my living life. That I have now. . . I always pray and beg to Almighty that please don’t take her away from me. Don’t let my life scatter again. . . Not again. . .

The Master Piece of Beauty

Down from foot nail to hair on top. . .

She is a masterpiece of beauty. . .

Her feet sound without ankle chain. . .

A pleasant sound when she takes steps towards me. . .

Her wrist smells better than a wristlet of jasmine. . .

The fragrance of her wet hair leaves behind Petrichor. . .

The shine of stars on the sky may come to measurement. . .

But the scale of her sparkling eyes will remain undiscovered. . .

The moon serves the Globe in parts. . .

But her smile enlightens the universe inside me at once. . .

بارش ہے، ٹھنڈی ہوا ہے اور حسین ہے موسم۔ ۔ ۔

بارش ہے، ٹھنڈی ہوا ہے اور حسین موسم
تم بیٹھے بھیگ رہے ہو وہاں اور یہاں اکیلے ہم
کیوں بضد ہو؟ بار بار بلاتے ہو اپنے پاس
دیکھو بہت قاتل ہے ہوا اور خراب ہے موسم
قطرہ قطرہ بارش کا لگا رہا ہے تن میں آگ
کہیں اس رومانوی موسم میں نہ رنگ جائیں ہم
کہیں یہ مدہوش کر دینے والا موسم نہ بن جائے بہانہ
لپیٹ میں آئےان شرارتی ہواؤں میں خراب نہ ہوجائیں ہم
خاموش کیوں ہو گئے؟ کچھ تو بات کرو اب
مدہوشی میں نہ مل جائیں آنکھیں کہیں اور نہ گم ہو جائیں ہم
نا ہو ختم شرم و حیا، نا گریں اپنی ہی نظروں میں ہم
سنو خیامٓ! فون بند کرو، اپنے اپنے گھر ہی سو جائیں ہم

A Walk in Moonlight. . .

From Cold Moon to Wolf Moon, From Wolf Moon to Snow Moon . . .
From Drizzling Evening of December to Foggy Night of January to Combo Midnight of February. . .
An every night walk together in Purple Streetlight. . .
Holding hands so softly but with bonding tight. . .
Breathing out cold smoke behaving like a child. . .
Exchanging between Ice-cream after every bite. . .
Hours of stepping together in freezing temperature. . .
Warmth you’ll get more from your Love Knight. . .
In pin drop silence expressions will give million words,
Lips will be quiet but eyes will expose love dynamite. . .
Oh! In all these fantasy moments we spent quality time,
A kiss on your Forehead, I can’t miss O my Sweetest Moonlight . . .

😘😘😘😇😇🤗🤗🤗🤗

She Keeps Me Awake. . .

She keeps me awake for whole night to tell her stories. She is a crazy listener who wanna know every details of story, from between the lines to beyond the lines. The real story might happened in ten minutes but her queries will take to hours. But more than a listener she is a story teller. A very boring story she will tell you in such interesting way that can attract you attention. You are feeling sleepy but when she starts saying,” you know what happened?” and all your sleep is just gone miles away. A story you have heard hundred times already and if another person will start it again with first sentence he/she speaks you will stop him/her saying that you have told already tell me something thing new. But in her case every time you will enjoy like you have never heard before. It is not about you are not enjoying but just pretending to enjoy but actually you enjoy like it is very first time.

I’m in the middle of something doing an important work. I’m suppose to pick her call and only for her. Like a child putting her leg in between whatever you are doing and wants you to leave all and play with her. How childish acts these are. But do you know what? It never disturbed me, but always gave me a smile and some unique happiness. I don’t know and could not ever define the type of this happiness I get. I adore her these acts. I adore her childishness, I adore her being a baby doll and yes I adore her totally whatever she does.

It happens when you love her and she is your only love. If you have been busy all day in hectic office work routine. You have just arrived home and nothing you want know but to sleep. But if you encounter her, see her happy face your all tiredness will vanish in air. If she is not in your life you will go to a messy bed and will fall asleep withing no time, but she, she is like a coffee and you will be addicted. She will take your head to her lap and will start telling her stories. You will forget what you have been through whole day. You will just jump to a dream life where there is no worries and anxiety but a life of fairies. I’m telling you, you cannot start telling your story to her unless she wants herself to know something.

Trust me! If you want to spend living nights, get addicted to her company. She has more caffeine than any drink and it is not harmful but good to your body and soul. . .

آج کا قاضی ہے اُلجھا ہوا بہت۔ ۔ ۔

آج کا قاضی ہے اُلجھا ہوا بہت
کر پانا اسکو انصاف ہے مشکل بہت
محرم کے پاس نہیں دلائل بے گناہی کے
مجرم کے پاس بچ نکلنے کے ہیں ثبوت بہت
بھری پڑی ہے دنیا بے مثال اداکاروں سے
اپنی اصلیت چُھپانے میں ماہر ہے ہر کوئی بہت
قانون دان کیا کیا بنائے روکنے کے طریقے
چور چوری کر جانے میں آگے ہے بہت
قیمت نہیں اتنی کسی کی ایمانداری کی
خریدارانِ ایمان کے پاس ہے سرمایہ بہت
تم کیسے کر پاؤ گے مجرموں میں محرموں کا انتخاب؟
خیامٓ! اس منصبِ انصاف پر ہارے ہیں عادل بہت۔ ۔ ۔

Fantasy Life With A Fantasy Life Partner

Fantasy is always a dream, an extreme visualization like a vision. A vision that we can set but it is always unachievable. But on the way to achieve our vision we attain maximum of our life goals.

There is no another fantasy land that exists, where we can just go and enjoy but where we are right now, we have to make it fantasy land. For the fantasy life partner it is the same, like the fantasy life and vision. May be we a raw one, we have to give it a final touch. We have to cut the edges in right manner and bring into a desired fantasy shape. We have to give him/her space to adjust, to become nearly equal to fantasy. I said nearly equal to fantasy because we are not creator of universe, we are not God, we are not that Divine Power Who will assume and imagine something and it will happen and will become to existence as same. Our thoughts and imaginations can reach anywhere but in real we are limited in power to bring something in reality. We can dream and dreams can come true but all, cannot get attire of reality. About the person, we wish to be our fantasy life partner is also a human being but not an angel who will follow totally what God has said. He/she has limited flexibility to change, he/she can bend up to a certain angle otherwise bending one degree more can break him/her. It is not a sin to visualize unachievable vision but when it reaches to its maximum possible real shape we must accept it totally.

Coming back, you know what? This cannot happen in our life when we are looking to start together at once. One has to take first step, he or she has to start. He has to mold himself as her fantasy partner, like her dream guy, a visionary man and an imagined person.

I believe there are to ways to reach your destination or to obtain your goal. First one, you prepare yourself, run behind and do everything which can lead you to your destination. For example you get certificate and degrees, check all newspapers and websites for vacancies available, make resume` accordingly and submit them, you get well prepared for interviews and deliver your best in front of panel. You Get a job. Second one, you decide that what you want to be, one profession you choose as your career. Then you work hard to become irreplaceable in that profession, you are then know as expert of your field. What will happen the destination will look for you, instead of looking for job and submitting CVs to different companies, the companies will come to you with offers. Now, it depends on you which way you choose. I’ll definitely go for second one. ( I will write a detailed separate blog on this topic later. )

So, when he will take the first step and will make necessary changes to obtain a fantasy life and fantasy life partner then she will do the same too. And for sure then it will not be he or she but they will gonna live a fantasy life. . .