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
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. . .
Do you know why there is gap between fingers? It shows that alone we are incomplete. Holding your hand is not just a physical bonding, it is a feeling more than a gesture. It completes us.
For me, this gap was there waiting for someone special will come and will fill it. YES! You did it. I know, I did the same too. Have you ever realized when we hold hands of each other, how perfect bond is made? Like even lines on palms seem collaborating to make a new fate. A desired fate with full of happiness and joy. Not only hands of two persons but two parallel tracks heading towards same fantasy destination, combine together to make our journey more easier, more comfortable and making sure to arrive as dreamed.
When the gap between fingers is filled perfectly and there no space left, even air cannot pass through then a perfect and ultimate bonding is established. After experiencing such bonding two persons can reach anywhere they want. To fill this gap perfectly we do not need to match physically, the color of hands does not matter, different race is not a barrier but the same vision matters, one destination matters, it is the matter of same emerging thoughts in both minds, the same type of feelings from both hearts matter and the same blood color matters.
In our first encounter, you appeared like a devil but I found your heart innocent and clean like an angle. Within no time you came closer to me friend like family and occupied a special and dearest place in my heart. A peaceful smiling face that assures a complete beauty inside out, you own. You have been blessed by a soul who has sipped a cocktail of comic, maturity, inside seriousness and understanding. Your heart and mind is well decorated with fairness and egalitarianism that attracts my affections and expressions of it. I don’t know what to say, what I feel when I see you. The simplest word I can use that I feel inside happiness. Years back I stopped writing because I could not get a stimulator to write for. But know when I see you I get a motive to write on and on. You are a motive for my pen to start running on paper again. Thanks for being a good friend. Be as you are. I want to write more and can ink thousands of pages to describe your dreamed personality but today let me stop here.
PS: Once my teacher called me and said, “Oh boy! God has just blessed you to master the words. You will be able to amaze the world with words if you want and if you continue writing the way you write and express true feelings. But remember one thing, If you will write the truth this blessing will be multiplied but if you will write a lie one day this blessing will be taken back”.
Oh my Lord! Please forgive me for my first lie I wrote above. Oh my true teacher, the real mentor of my life I beg apology from you too as I owe that mistake now you warned me not to do. I’ll not repeat the same.
PS 2: I wrote this when everyone was writing his/her confessions about someone from their circle. My mind was in fun mood so started with serious confession and ended with sarcastic way. . .