Our Pride

Picture Credits: Maryam Nisar's Creations

Lost Childhood

Photo credits: SKY's Photography

Autumn and Spring

Picture Credits: Maryam Nisar's Creations

Holy Light

Picture Credits: Maryam Nisar's Creations

Nature's Streaks

Picture Credits: SKY's Photography

The Mighty Flag

Picture Credits: SKY's Photography

Path towards Eminence

Picture Credits: SKY's Photography

Dream Catcher

Soul Dance

Initiation of a Life

A boulder on the soul, asphyxiates the being, compels the eye to draw water, shakes the heart in most violent ways, takes away all the strength from the limbs, leaves one paralyzed yet full of life

Short Writeups

Unveiling of the Veiled

Another leaf fell from the tree of life
Saddened are they embracing the fallen
Happy am I as the countdown proceeds
Closer I get to the unveiling of the beloved

Darkness and Solace

Transformation -a path towards solitude

Distortion and Depth

Desolated Reclusion

The sun dips below the horizon

And silhouette lays foundation of dark

Out come the beasts of night

Allied with demons causing plight

The silent river embraces the moon

And stars take cover of clouds

Petrified air accompany the leaves

Fall a prey the creation to sleep

Muddled spinning shadow of her was seen

Lamenting in the district with the beasts.

The cliff

Standing on the edge of a cliff to a view so mesmerising and gold. The sun setting in its natural direction coloring the sky orange. The wind blew on his face so slowly rustling his hair. A seagull glided past him balancing it self in that breeze. He saw it with a sense of envy and longed for it like a child. A smile sprouted on his lips as he closed his eyes. Face forward he spread his arms to the fullest and let the breeze bang on his chest. Pushing his body forward he took off to fly in that abyss. Plummeting towards the rocky end below he felt it, felt it through the final peace he achieved......

Eternal Life

Let this being be alight along with the coals
let it be incinerated
With the air let the ashes disperse
Allow the soul to unearth them
With their essence form a new being
Become a source of ancient knowledge
Sing songs of union with The Beloved
Celebrate a life of eternity

Counterparts

PC : SKY's Photography

Melancholic Soul

Independence Day

Defenders-Sons of the soil

Physically present in one of the highest post in highest battlefield of the world his mind was roaming the streets of the cantt where he spent his childhood. He was playing with his friends, pretending to be soldiers, defending the motherland. That’s the thing about life in cantts; the first virtue you learn is the immense love for the country which is further increased by brought up by a military father. From the blurred window of his memory he clearly saw the moment when his father, while going on a mission told him to take care of his mother and behave well. He never knew those would be the last words of his father. He remembered seeing his father’s coffin draped in the national flag with armed men carrying it. He was pulled back to the reality by the wave of pain in his arm, which was by then soaked in the blood which had dried overtime.

He was a Captain officer of NLI. It was his third month of deployment in Siachen. Things were going normally- regular rounds of firing from both sides of the border. But from past 4 days situation caught up the fire. All his fellowmen were martyred in the outburst of fire 3 days back and he also got injured while trying to save his troops. His food supplies have ended and due to poor weather there was no possibility of food or troops being transferred there.

In these three days he got to live a life he always dreamed of. A life of courage, spirit , challenges , will power and the passion to die for the motherland, after all these were the reasons he joined army for. Whenever he got in touch with his CO he asked him how his morale was, to which he replied with all the strength left in his body “SKY HIGH SIR”.

He read letters of his fiancé. She was a daughter of an army officer too and she tried to compose herself at his see off and did not say a word but her teary eyes reflected the fear of loss. She must be preparing for their wedding but the nature has something else in store for them.

The radio caught up some signals and he heard national songs being played at the other end. It was a transmission of defence day. People were there to commemorate the sacrifices of the defenders but most of the people despite of listening to the war heroes were more interested in watching the performances of the singers. He felt agonized, he was there dying for the people who didn’t even care about the sacrifices the men in uniform have made. The wireless again got connected with the headquarters and the CO asked “How is the morale Jawaan? “ He repeated his question but Captain Inshal was busy in reflecting upon his life. On the fourth repetition, with blurred eyes he replied with a faint voice of a dying man, “Don’t know sir”.

Two hours later when the troops arrived he was found dead in his barrack with a gun still in his hand. 

Words

"Words"..."words" matter, matter a lot ..they hurt the most... and these are the "words" which give you a hand when you are fallen apart. Then there are some "words" you want to save forever. Sometimes its like you need to have those "words" because the moment they are said you spontaneously know the worth of those "words". Moments pass and you want to install those "words" in your mind until your mind dies out completely. "Words" have their own manner to show you how they sway you actually. My dad used to say to me " betaa log hansty huy chehru ko duaa dete hain .. roty huwun ko to koi bhi nai pochta"(people only praise smiling faces. no one cares about the whimpering ones). Whenever he used to say that half verse , i just nodded my head always as i didn't know the prominence of those words. Today when i came back from my driving class and he was trying to teach me something and then from nowhere his voice echoed in my ears saying the same words .I listened to him usually but today i HEARD those "words". What was the spell-work of those moments which kept me gazing at him for five minutes and it infatuated as a caste rewound my eyes instantly and my past was there saying me Hi ! and all those ticks where this World and its creatures had proved this hemistich, pinched in my head. Yes, past four years revolved in my head. Why did that happen to me ? The very next moment i had my answer. That time I realized that I lost my precious tears in these four years for no reason and all in vain because there was no fault of anyone I had understood that it's the regime of this sphere. No one cares when you cry and really believe me they certainly will not care and if someone is showing you off that they actually care. That concern will also be over after when you become habitual to that sobbing! and you know what, you will become tired of yourself crying all the time. Lets be very clear, crying over things, crying over people you lose, crying over failures of life, being a weeping baby every time won't benefit you in any way ! People come in your life, spend time with you and they leave or some of them stay. This is regulation of this era and being selfish is a human's nature. And being a human being you can't change the whole world's perspective. To be alive is really hard and tough. Yes it is and it is for everyone. Everyone is fighting his or her own battle within him or herself. To win yours you have to smile.. because sometimes you have to forget some "words" in order to keep the prestige of some other "words".

"Me Doob Raha hon..."

"Me Doob Raha hon..."

Khwab hain soony soony, Khyalon py dhond hai chai ho,

Ik nzr bhatak rahi h, ik nzr uljh rahi ho,

Ik ehsas esa keh, koi sath ho mery,

Ik khof esa keh, koi pallu choot raha ho,

Muddaton baad jesy, koi apna rooth raha ho,

Ik anjana sa dar h mjko, 

ik na-ashna si khushi chany wali ho,

Me lakh kron minnat uski, 

mery upr jiska saya ho..

Me bhagon to jakarron, .

me rukon to sakta taari ho..

Mera zahir, mra batin cheekh raha ho,

Me doob raha hon, me doob raha hon…

#Mian

CRIES.....

In that blind moment surrounded by dejectedness and darkness, a voice echoed almost instantly. Spoken were the words so clear and ardent that his heart almost jump started and thumped so loudly that his brain could no longer be numb.......
It was at this juncture that tears sprouted and air broke out of his lungs rushing through his throat and screaming out loud, "I WANT TO BELONG". Lost was a soul loved by him, ignored was another due to it. Both were his own and dear yet that incident wore him down like a race horse that looses it's will to run........
In that deep grieve he realised that the one he cherished, the one he mourned had left her a light. A shining star and a bright ray of hope was his guidance towards a path, a tack to revive what he had lost. Through those words he was galvanised to avenge what was his and what would be him forever........
Those words were,
                      "I WILL STICK WITH YOU DAD, NO MATTER HOW LONG IT TAKES"


Someone wrote that the things you love to do can revive you of your sadness, I guess this is just what I needed today.........

Mhbt kiya hai……Chlo Sochty hain….

Mhbt kiya hai……Chlo Sochty hn….

Ik safr-e-musalal h shaid,

Jo Taiz chalny sy ruk jata h,

Rukny sy kho jata h…

Ya phr koi intzar gaah h esi,

Jisy chor jany k baad,

Harkat-e-dil me khalal ata h….

Ye koi daras gaah h jis me,

Seekhy tamam sabq, tamam warq yad rhty hn,

Mgr khud’dari bhool jata h…

Ye wo shamma h jo,

jaly mann me to,

Chaar so k pardy hatt jaty hn,

Rab nazar any lgta h,

Rung badal badal k,

Chehry badal badal k…

Ya phr mhbt….

Ik esa jaam h,

Jisy pee k, Alaaam-e-madhoshi ka safar ata h,

Mgr ik chehra, ik naam yad rhta h…

Mhbt ik khyal h shaid,

Jisy paa kr neya ik ilhaam rhta h…

Ya phr,

Mhtb ik khwab h jis me,

bassa hr shakhs, bsss anjaaaan rhta h…

(Mian)

MAA (Mother)

Khud sy Shanasa rhta to acha hota,

MAA me tri Aagosh me rhta to acha hota,

Zamana to Dhoop chaon ka ghr h,

MAA me try saye me rhta to acha hota,

Dunia ki chahat me chahat ko jana,

MAA me tri chahat me rhta to acha hota,

Zindgi k ranj-o-ghum to zahir hn likn,

MAA me tri had'don me rhta to acha hota...

(Mian)

TANHAI..
Aj phir jany q tanhaiyan,
meri gali k in dareechon sy,
dera lagaye pehra bithaye jhanki hain
mein to heran hun apni qismat py
yeh ajnabi sa achanak kon aya
hawa k shanon py sawar ho kar
k mein ny apni khirki k bahir sy
jis k qadmon ki halki halki chap suni
khushi ki ik lehr mery har taraf
rafta rafta si aisy phail gai
jaisy doooor kahen sy sadiyon bad
meri gali k in dareechon sy
koi mitany aa gya hai tanhai
mein ny jo musarat sy jhank kr dekha bahir
to ik lehzy ko rooh meri
andar har ik goshy tak kaanp uthi ..
akhir ko khof mera thik he nikla haye..
meri gali k in dareechon sy sir jhukaye ...
aj phir chli aa rahi thi TANHAI ..

The Whirling Wind

Twinkling Words

Deceiving Smile

The Rescuing Angel

The Demon Allies

Expressive Eyes

Uncanny Succour

A shadow  in clouds converse  so loud

To fathom it, Open up thy  heart

Of your quest, the answer it holds

Set free thy soul to hark

The Guiding Star

The darkness falls and out of all

The stars up there , find you will

With beauty pure  and spark so bright

Standout one that will catch your sight

The one you can call your guiding star

Always burning just to show you path

When eagles are headed to eyries

And the bats are out for work

When the owls begin to hoot

And wolves are there to howl

I’ll be your guiding star

The burning one to show you path

When the night is dark as coal

And  the crickets fear to chirp

When  black wears  even the moon

Look up and you will find soon

The one you call your guiding star

Burning just for you to show the path

When the stars are off to sleep

And out of dark the sun creeps

When illuminated is every grain

The special one awaits again

For the night to fall once more

To  light the path and let you explore

The Rescuing Faces

PC: Maryam Nisar's Creations

Sparkle of Nature

The Reflection

Self- Actualization

The New Past

Woods silent yet moments passing by

Silence goes silent, silent am I 

Absence of yours made an old presence 

No more remains, takes over the patience

Faults haunt now not my vows sincere 

Sins undone follow when not them I fear

Calm is all when nothingness travels 

Wonders astound when emptiness unravels 

Random Sketch
Made on Microsoft Surfacepro 2

lost battle

standing in crowd who was shrieking my name, i missed that numb voice
and in middle of that eternity i felt as i lost a battle of love

The Path Of Reflection

Redefining Limits

Critical Thinking

another hypothesis

I live in this hypothesis that people should be known to sadness and loneliness as per its so monotonous being optimistic every time... so that when they come as unwanted guests people don't feel strange at all having them at their doorsteps.. you know people should stay awake for weeks.. should walk silently for hours in heavy rains with bare feet.. should see the empty wall of their rooms having the clock that's ticking seconds,,minutes and then hours the whole night... should see themselves in mirrors and cry like infants.. *sometimes... only sometimes* to become used to these phases of being pessimistic so that when happenings..surroundings.. people who they love.. anything that is around them would  hurt and tear their souls .. they don't feel the bitterness but only sweetness of those moments of affliction...Just like that.. to be optimistic again...!

Question mark

in dreams..
we see things we want to see in our grooves but we don't have them... those unasked wishes...we see our passions as like they are confronting us only at some miles...
it looks like if we'll unroll our arms a little wider we'll get them all ..with a little gesture of a single part of body we can get everything of World we want to, all the fantasies are like coming true but what ?
what happens when we do open our arms wider to get them.. those passions those aims those wishes those devotions start getting away from us.. as we chase them they start getting farther.. we never get any of them in our hands... in our grip in dreams that's strange about dreams.. dreams only let us "see" but don't let us "clutch" them ..
in realities
we forget them .. those desires those longings in our realities just become our "dreams" and stay there for a long. that's a difference between dreams and reality.. we don't try to make those passions of our dreams at a little distance from us. We continue our routines as we were doing yesterday and the day before yesterday.. we make no connection of those glittering eyes we dreamed about last night to this bare handed reality...
Actually the problem is we are too lazy.. too much lazy to climb the mountains of our lives from the hardest paths it shows us.. we are a age who finds ease everywhere in everything.. as all say "Easy come easy go".. and many other maxims.. Alas ! these dreams are flying away and we ain't bothering about them... isn't it so bad being grasped in expectations( some of our own to us and some of others to us)...I always think this World that was created for us and then we made certain rules and regulations to live in it .. these by-laws should be a little different .. they should had allowed us to live our dreams as we are taught by nature we had been also taught this by our society.. you know sometimes when we are descending deep in the ocean of thoughts it feels bad that we are so stuck in our life's circle that we ain't feeling like to cross these circles to go beyond the boundaries to live what we want to..is it what we were created for? .. question marks !!

Encouraging Whispers

Surviving the Storm

Soul's Rants

PC- Osamography

Lord's Favours

So which of the favors of your Lord would you deny? - Al Quran 

The Chosen One

Leap Of Faith

The Striking Memory

Demons

Facing The Fears