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
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 . . .
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. . .