I Am She: 2015

Thursday 31 December 2015 0 comments

The She-Wolf

Falling down is a must

She ll fall down hundred and ten times

But remember,

She ll get back

On you
like a she-wolf..

This is the charm

Of her charming being....

And oh!

She is a drug

to herself...

Zindagi

Ussay jana hi tha So woh chala gya

Woh kisi aur k ghar ka suraj hai

Mujhe andhairon mein hi jeena hoga..

DUAA

Boht saal pehle aik khawab daikha gya

Jo aaj tak khawab hi raha

Poora na ho saka

Magar khawab daikhne walay ne

Apne khawab ko marnay nahi diya

Ussay zinda rakha

Apni kuch kuch sabz

aur kuch kuch bhoori aankhon mein

Unhi ankhon mei jin mei mera ghar hai

Aur ye rahi meri dua..

Ae khuda

Mere ghar ki hifazat karna

Un aankhon k khaWab salamat rakhna

Apni aankhon K khawabon ko

Woh apne haathon se chhooye...

The Night That Might Never Come Again

I owe you a lot

For that beautiful night

The night that might

Never come again

But the memories

Will always remain

In my heart

That you know is insane...

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Tmhari Aawaaz

Tumhari aawaaz

Mukhtalif phoolon se bani

Aik maala hai

Jis mei khushboo bhi hai

Aur tarha tarha k rang bhi...

My Spiritual Love

You
Are
My
Spiritual
Love..
I
Am
Never
Afraid
To
Lose
You..
You
Live
In
Me
Through
Your
Voice..

Mera Chaand

Uss raat
Uss ka chaand
Aasman mein tha
Aur mera chaand..
Mere saath wali seat pe baitha
Cigarette pee raha tha...

Akks

Uski aankhon mein aik taara tha
Uska nahi, woh aks hamara tha..
Woh hamain sath sath liye phirta hai...

To You, My Friend.

His name ends at 'AR'
Which means,
A Rebel..

A Real Fucking Rebel
Who would never submit
To this Society..

She is sure of it,
And he, too, is.

The Uninterested

She did not lead
Nor did she follow
She was not interested..

The Heartless

Her heart bleeds

And she smiles

Because she loves red..

Of Forgiveness

Kill the enmity
And not the enemy
And NOT the enemy

Rebellion

She lived in dreams

Where reality was

But a dream

دس اور گیارہ

یہ محض دو ہندسے نہیں ہیں

یہ تو دو زندگیاں ہیں

جنہیں قسمت نے جب جب جدا کیا

محبت درمیان میں آ کےکھڑی ہو گئی

مسکرائی

گیت گایا

اور

قسمت کو رستہ دے دیا

ملنے اور بچھڑنے میں محبت دلچسپی نہیں رکھتی

جدا ہونے سے محبت نہیں مرتی

محبت خوش ہے

کیونکہ یہ دلوں میں زندہ ہے

یہی ان ہندسوں کے رشتے کی سچائی ہے

اور خوبصورتی بھی۔۔۔

Counting

Not everybody could tolerate her

She was either dead or deadly

But she loved the ones who did

Thank You

Thank you, for giving me a touch of life.

Lip-Stick

She was different

She was not interested in lip-stick

But...

"lip to lip..."

He was her favorite lip-stick..

Tiresome

She cannot move
She is bone-tired

I think she needs your hug

Will you?

Tragedy

It is tragic to be a human being

It really is...

First,

He is fucked up

By the so called presence..

And after that,

Bit by bit

Absence eats him up all..

Ain't it..?

The Silent Song

She sings out

In silence

For you..

Do you hear?

Of Their Friendship

He could not stay

But he could not leave either

That was the best of surprises she ever had

Main Tumhara Bacha Hun

Tum ne sahih kaha

Han! Main aik bacha hun

Chhota bhi

Masoom bhi

Na samajh

Nadaan bhi

Kamzor

Be zarar

Be zubaan bhi

Magar……..

Main mehsoos karta hun

Mere saath woh jo kiya jata hai

Wo pyyar nahin hai....

Magar main yeh bhi nahi jaanta

K wo pyyar nahi hai..

Tu phir aur kya hai?

Main tmhara bacha hun

Tum mere barhay ho...

Woh jo pyyar nahi hai

Woh kya hai???????

Mujhe batao...

Mujhe bachao...

Choice

Yes

She was sad

Not because

She was destined to it

But because

She chose to be.

The Blue Moon

Hello,
Dear moon!

Don't worry,
It's not just you..

Tonight,
She's blue, too.

Joke of the Day

She thought it was him

No, no, no, you crazy!

It was internet.

She likes Stars..

Ek wohi bikhri hoyi ladki
Pooray aasman mein
Sitaaron ki tarha..

Daikh k ooper har raat
Tum yehi sochtay ho na?
Tum ussi ko sochtay ho na?

Boht Din Ho Gaye Sachhii..

Ussay main daikhnaa chaahun

Aur daikh naa paaun..

Ab kahan jaauun ??

Apni zaat ki torh phorh k iss amal mein mujhe aik baat samajh aayi k insaan ki zaat k andar aik beejh hota hai, 'yaqeen ka beejh'. Aur yeh yaqeen ka beejh har insaan k andar pehle se hi mojood hota hai, kahin se khareedna nahin parhta issay, maangna bhi nahin parhta. Yeh hamaray andar pehle se hota hai, hamaray pyaray Allah ki taraf se. Jaise koi tohfa ho.

Haan lekin, yaqeen k iss beejh ko poda ham ne khud banana hota hai. Iss beejh ko waqt daina parhta hai, iss se baatain karni parhti hain. Rooh ki roshni daini parhti hai, pyyar ka paani aur aajizi ki khoraak daini parhti hai.

Jaise bachon k saath khailte raho tu who khush rehtay hain, bilkul aise hi hamain apne yaqeen k saath khailna koodna chahiye taa k yeh ham se door na bhaagay balkay hamaray saath rahay.

Yaqeen k iss beejh ko jb ham zindagi ki oxygen se door rakhte hain tu yeh beejh se bojh ban jata hai. Yeh yaqeen se waswason ka maqeen ban-nay lagta hai. “Yaqeen” k iss poday ko apna dost bana liya jaye tu yaqeen maanain zindagi mein kuch bhi mushkil nahin rehta. Mushkilain mash'alain ban jati hain.

Ham apne yaqeen ka haath thaam k zindagi ki dor mein lagay rehtay hain, thaktay nahi, aur agar kabhi thakan mehsoos ho tu yehi yaqeen ka poda hamain saaya daita hai aur ham phir se uth kharay hotay hain.

Aik aur baat kahun gi k hamain jab apni zaat pe yaqeen ka saaya rahay tu ham Allah ka, qudrat ka, shukar adaa karna seekh jatay hain.

Phr pta hai kya hota hai?

Phr khali daaman sirf bhara howa mehsoos nahin hota balkay bhar jata hai. Phir kum aur ziada mein bhi koi farq baaqi nahin rehta. Yeh wo lamha hota hai jab hamain andar k shor ko chhupanay k liye ziada bolna nahi parhta balkay khamoshi mein sukoon milnay lagta hai.

Aik aur zarrori baat yeh pta chali mujhe k, zindagi mein “zaroorat” ki bijaye “zaroori” pe focus karna chahiye. Yeh baat bht dair se samajh aayi mujhe lekin maine suna hai k “it’s never too late”. Aur agar late ho bhi jaye tu koi baat nahi. Baat yeh hai k zindagi mein kuch bhi ho jaye, yaqeen k poday par se tawajjo nahi hataani, aankh nahi phairni.

Imagination is Real

You don't have to be there 'to be there'..

Imagine!
What could 'NOT' happen,
With a thought like this..

Mark it.

Kismat

Sabz rang k poday ko
Zard rang ka honay mein
Do lafzon ka waqt lagaa..

I Am She

Out of that whole universe

He was the only one

Who would always call her a judgmental

But she never cared

She knew she was not...

Happy Mother's Day

It was 2001 when my elder sister and I lived with my Uncle in Lahore for so-called good education and my mother and two other siblings lived back in the village; my birth place and my favorite, too. It was one cruel decision though.

I’m going to share with you one memory out of many.

It was one cold evening of year 2002 back when I was a school going girl. My Uncle, my Aunt and my elder sister sat out in open air enjoying the evening tea with some homemade snacks. I have always loved winter evenings. But that evening was a sad one, not out of pain but memories. God has been quite generous with me in terms of covering me with memories since my childhood. And there I sat on the floor in my room weeping. I was not weeping because I had not got many dresses, or toys, or money, or a star from my teacher or that I was not sitting out and enjoying tea.

I was crying because I was missing my mother.

Now you would say, I could have called up my mother if I missed her this much. Well, yes, I wanted to call her. But, I had no mobile phone. We had one PTCL Phone there but we needed some kind of credit card for making a call, a call that had to be heard in another city. And I did not have that. We could make calls within the city only, through that PTCL Phone. Ain’t that ridiculous? Of course, it was.

Only magic could work out then. And for me, praying was magic. It still is.

I just uttered these words, “Ammi, call kar lain please (Ammi, call me, please)” and there I heard my sister saying, “Fatimaaa, come out. There is a call from home.”

I went running, talked to my mother and asked if she heard me saying that I wanted her give me a call? She did not understand what I said and started asking about my health. Such is my mother, simple and innocent. Ah! We talked for 5 minutes and everything in the universe fell in place and looked beautiful. I was back to my normal naughty nature.

I then took tea and snacks, and told my sister that magic existed. It was real, at least for me.

Today, I can call her anytime. Today, I have a mobile phone. She has one, too. But she doesn’t know how to make a call. My brother or my sister helps her do this.

Since that time, magic works well for me. I like trying magic once in a while. I weep, I pray and there I see my phone ringing. Though for a moment, it brings me back the childhood that I love a lot.

One thing more, praying is magic but a mother is even more than that.

Everyday is their day. Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers.