Love, the second most deadful poison in the world,

Love, the second most deadful poison in the world, happens to sweet hearted people within moments without being thought; following this killer, many people lost their existence in its haze and mislaid their hearts without hope of finding those again !!

Sanam was one of those people who found love the intoxicating and became addicted to it. But, remorsefully saying, addiction took her to the morass of sorrows, tears, and enduring restlessness. She became silent for rest of her life giving up the hope of spending tremendous life again after its failure. She started weeping for nights throwing her body over her bed as her body was not left with stamina to sustain such painful separation. She felt like a little child lost in crowd and no one was there to help her out from the killer web of incomplete tormenting love.

Once a friend of Sanam wrote a letter to her lover for her dismal and vulnerable position asking him to come back and save her life as he was wholly and solely cure for Sanam's suffering.

It was inscribed, "The time you left her, she remained with only grief of separation from your soul, lasts up to now, as she deemed it was only your heart where she wanted to live till her last breath. But you, like this brutal world, killed her soul snatching it from the soul of her paramour, you.

Alas! She died, but her body is still suffering!!! You Killed her!!!"

While reading the letter, he started weeping; but his constraints did not allow him to go to Sanam. He at first instance wrote reply to her friend that he could not come and advised her to advise Sanam not to commit such childlike acts and be a practical women. He uttered bluntly, love has nothing to do with real life, it is just surreal and nothing more than this !!! But, love is such disease that catapults its victim to depth of nostalgia and urges him or her forget all practical, professional, personal, familial life and all that !!

When Sanam came to know about the candid reply of her only love, she felt like that her respiration system started to stop gradually and she became deadbody uttering name of her lover at last with mouth of broken heart.

The day she died was very terrible in the history of love because the separation took place in very strange way, it penetrated itself amongst love, Sanam, and her paramour devastating their souls, crumbling their existences into tiny irreversible pieces, crushed their hearts under its gigantic feet, and divided them. Those, all enormous, came in shape of constraints of the world: familial enforcement of responsibilities, financial stability, and above all the fear of masses because of the way they treat love; nothing was there to make that couple to make love forever but the only way, sanam's paramour was left with, was to go to the place where sanam's soul may be found.

Uff! Love leaded her to demise, but finally, she was acquitted from torment...!!!

One day you're barely 11 years old,

One day you're barely 11 years old, living in narrow undulating street full of mediocre homes, playing country stop in the scorching summer noon with a dozen other mini humans like you. Sweat running down your face, dust and dirt in your hair, many small abrasions on your feet from the vicious stampede of the game, you don't stop until the curfew starts descending upon the destructive party and one by one, you all start slipping home avoiding the murderous glare of your mother's who are going to have to clean you, the clothes you destroyed and the mess you will be making while you clean up. You never really think there's more to life, you never even assume that someday this will feel like ages ago and not at all enough. You simply tidy up, finish your homework and jump the TV remote and thus begins the battle of "which is more important, dad's news, mom's sappy Indian soap or your favorite cartoon." We know whoever wins, won't be us. So when we lie down to sleep in our beds, shift the pillow to the foot end because that's where the fan is all we think of is to become a grown up, so we can play with the big kids, so we can win the channel war, so we can escape all the injustices of being a child.. And as this thought gets confused with the onset of meaningless dreams we doze off.

This keeps happening until one day it doesn't. That one day you're 3 months shy of a new decade and one month away from turning 23, you've seen falling outs, betrayals, loss, highs lows, in between, happiness and combinations of it all. You've become a professional, you have been through the phase of realizing how people you thought would never let you down will because they are human and so will you. The sibling who annoyed you has moved out. There was a time you had one room and too many of you and suddenly the house is full of rooms but not enough people to fill one of those. Your parents are becoming fragile from the thought of sending all of you away, from not being able to get rid of you even in the bathroom to not being able to see your for months on end. Your busy schedule keeps you distracted from seeing the wheel of time moving and the book of life turning pages.

Mostly you even fail to notice the seasons go by, until there's this one night... When somewhere in a city far from home, you're sitting in the open, admiring the starlit sky and the bone chilling wind hits you. But with that wind, there's realization of how far you've come, and how mundane you've become. An adult who wears laughter on the sleeve but phobias in deep. You're on the verge of two worlds, where you don't want to become a stoke in the wheel that replaces your parents but you don't want to be stuck in neverland as the child who never grew up. That is when you know it's real, life just happened to you without you ever noticing it. That's when you find out that everything has evolved to engulf you in this series of events you have absolutely no control over. The time you spent moping over what you lost was the time, when you were slowly losing what you had.

There's a song called "Breathe" that goes like this "... because we can't jump the tracks, we're like cars on a cable and life's like an hourglass glued to the table..." Life really is like an hourglass glued to the table and we spend all of it trying to turn it around instead of savoring every particle of sand that falls in down until its too late. Until you see that the picture you thought would never change has become something entirely else. And it's beautiful, the way it all shaped out like a fine sculptor's handiwork, hence in that moment of cognizance you stand in awe of this phenomenon called life understanding you have no control whatsoever and growing up was an artistic masterpiece coming into being in the most trivial of manners. Grasping this, you jump from one abyss of transition to the other with all the baggage of the process that brought you here in anticipation of all the baggage that you will further have to bear. But before you jump, just take a moment to stand in the sideline of these events unfolding and watch how magical our apparently ordinary and boring is.

Maybe all you ever need is just a walk full of meaningful

Maybe all you ever need is just a walk full of meaningful silence with someone so dear to your heart. Enjoying the cold weather, and holding warm cup of coffees in your hands. Taking glances at the sky full of clouds every now and then.. maybe that’s all you need. Maybe that’s your detox from all the sadness that has been eating away your heart..

maybe..

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.”