I see water bringing barrens back to life,

I see water bringing barrens back to life,

Whether Neglected or forgotten,

Permanently rough, silent or stangnant,

I see water bringing them back to life...!

Drop by drop pouring over,

Turning sandy cracks into mud,

Blooming flowers from their bud,

Leading its role as natures builder...!

Patiently healing earthly wound,

Tenderly softening up the ground,

Creating a chance for the stems,

To push their way up into blossomed gems...!

Such a mighty role it plays,

Quenching all the thirst away,

Enshrouding them in such a way,

Ensuring they live through it and stay...!

So flowers for your beauty princess,

And Fruits for your sacrifices,

Water made them feel alive,

Like water, you were my life!

Like water, I couldn't hold you!

Some days back I read somewhere on Facebook

Some days back I read somewhere on Facebook ”its just me or someone else has set the pattern of dua in their prayer which they go on without giving it a thought or changing it” suddenly, my heart skipped a beat as I feel follicle on my skin gave me a strange feeling of erection and in my mind hurried all those prayers where uncountable tears rolled down to my eyes onto the prayer mat while making dua for you, for your happiness, for you sadness to extinct, for your pain to end as there were no day you felt like you've been sad for, I prayed for your health and for everything for you. You actually break me the way I lost words to explain what damage you have done to me but to this point, I don't know why whenever I raise my hands for prayer I still do pray for you!!! It's a habit, a pattern and I'm really really proud of my self that I still do care for you, pray for you and love you with all my sharrted heart. Now sometimes It really doesn't matter what you did to me because all that matters is ”i still love you” and I think there will always a portion of my heart which will love you till the last breath. Might be possible that in the cascade of life and things changing positions I neglect your thought but there will always a second of a day that will reach to my mind which will recall your memories.

YOU WILL ALWAYS STAY IN MY HEART!

I often find myself whispering silently

I often find myself whispering silently, " I love you " wishing that the cruel winds of Autumn would convey these words to you. In my heart, your memories tastes of an old trauma.

I'm trying to remember how to call you mine, once again. I've spread my arms, again, to welcome sadness, in the name of love.

You told me once that I should think about myself in the first place, but how do you expect me not to think about you when you reflect in the broken pieces of me.

I'm Autumn, not because I fall everytime you leave but because I forgive you for forgetting me and allowing me to fall. I'm still holding broken pieces of myself, trying to hope that this time Autumn will be kind and would not allow me to fall.

My love, I've given to you the land of mine; my heart. But jaana, does your heart ache too with the arrival of Autumn as mine does?

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سورۃ النساء آیت نمبر ١

اے لوگو! اپنے رب سے ڈرو جس نے تمہیں ایک جان سے پیدا کیا اور اسی جان سے اس کا جوڑا بنایا اور ان دونوں سے بہت سے مرد اور عورتیں پھیلائیں، اس اللہ سے ڈرو جس کا واسطہ دے کر تم ایک دوسرے سے اپنا حق مانگتے ہو اور رشتہ داری کے تعلقات کو بگاڑنے سے بچو، بے شک اللہ تم پر نگرانی کر رہا ہے

...!!! 💕

سورۃ النساء آیت نمبر ١

Elsewhere there are no mobile phones.

Elsewhere there are no mobile phones. Elsewhere sleep is deep and the mornings are wonderful. Elsewhere art is endless, exhibitions are free and galleries are open twenty-four hours a day. Elsewhere everybody is as welcoming as they would be if you would come home after a very long time away and they would really missed you. Elsewhere there are no religions. Elsewhere there are no borders. Elsewhere nobody is a refugee or an asylum seeker whose worth can be decided about by a government. Elsewhere nobody is something to be decided about by anybody. Elsewhere there are no preconceptions. Elsewhere all wrongs are righted. Elsewhere the supermarkets don’t own us. Elsewhere we use our hands for cups and the rivers are clean and drinkable.

Elsewhere we do time differently. Every time I travel, I head for it. Every time I come home, I look for it.

I've been reading

I've been reading "the faker you are, the bigger your circle will be" everywhere.

But isn't it something like the more good your heart is, the more helping you are, the more you love & take care of everyone, the more respectful you are, the more people can share their hearts out, the more people love spending time with you, the more bigger your circle will be and the more people would like to be friends with you?

You can never serve everyone but why'd people not like you for being nice, for having their best interest at heart?!

Just asking!

Water does not resist.

“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”

An open letter to the love of my life:

An open letter to the love of my life:

**You** are my Paradise,

Because you make me feel alive,

There are many reasons that I can concise,

To tell you that my love is not fragile,

You are the story I want to write,

That gives your heart a little more delight,

Just after a little span of time, I realize,

My love has grown and is much intensifies,

For me, you are my heart's pride,

I will carry you, and we will make it to the skies,

Can I ask you a favor that is wise?

Can I have you for the rest of my life?

-From a girl who'll love you like no one can ever love and no one ever will.

"AUTUMN"

Walking on a lane covered with burnt-orange leaves,⠀⠀⠀

Looking high up to see the bare branches on trees. ⠀⠀⠀

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The autumn leaves make a rustle when stepped on. ⠀⠀⠀⠀

The chirping bird sings a meloncholic song. ⠀⠀

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The vibe of autumn may seem grievous and bland, ⠀⠀⠀

But, this saddening spell is the spring's melody;⠀⠀

Fall turns the oak trees gold by its magic-wand. ⠀⠀

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The hazel leaves of maple resemble a clover leaf;⠀⠀

A sign of good luck, a sign of arriving spring. ⠀⠀

After the stay of autumn; so brief.⠀⠀

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The leaves end their lives and dropout,⠀⠀

Giving new buds a chance to sprout! ⠀⠀

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Fall is the prelude of revival and rebirth,⠀⠀

Misty, gloomy days are proceeded by mirth.⠀

As I aimlessly dwell into contemplating

As I aimlessly dwell into contemplating, thoughts harassing, clouding and flooding the capacity of brain. As I muse on the verse ‘If it’s yours it will come back to you’, consoling the lovers and hopeless. I morosely cast aspersions on, will you really come back to me, do I really just let you roam, do I not care about how you’re doing the days, do I not thrive to get you, do I not endure for you, do I not suffer for you, will you still come back if I don’t yearn for you, will you still come back If I don’t fight for you, will you still come back if I don’t athirst for you. If you will, I will let you roam, I will let you indulge in the vices of your pleasure, I will let you wander through the naked streams, I will let you see the brim of the day alone, I will let you advance beyond the boundaries of decorum, for after all if you’re mine you’ll come back to me.

Then I am stricken by the contradiction that says ‘Fight for what you love’ this kindles the fire in me to go ruthless, rough and fierce. This incites the courageousness in me and rave my ownership of you, for I love you, for my heart calls you mine. For I am told fortune and love favours the brave, for if I don’t rage my life at stake for you, I don’t really deserve you. For I should do any thing and everything for you, go above and beyond the call of duty, for you.

Yet, I am scared stiff, my beloved. I am afraid for I will fight for you till the end of time, until this blood and your name runs through my veins, I am serene as I empty, deplete and drain myself for you. I am thankful to the stars as I stand vulnerable against the hostile shackles of the ocean in search of you, you and only you. I am still afraid in my ardour beloved, If destiny deprives me of you, for after all the swords I cross for you If I get told ‘it wasn’t meant for you’.