The Striking Memory

wo aik kahmosh c paheli !

..ghambeer khamoshi.aur wo khudi se sawal kr k khudi jawab dhoond ri..kbi khud ko mutma'in krne k lye koi jawaz deti..kbi khud ko hi wakt k panchi pr uraan bharnay deti..kbi khud num ankhain chupanay ki tug-o-do mein wo,apne chehre pr gham abaarat krleti..kbi chehre ki wairaani ko ankhon mein samo leti..wo uski ankhon ki nami aur chehre ki thakan dikhae sb ko deti.. saway uske jo uski waja buna.. mgr usi ko wo kia roti..usay yaaron ne b na smjha..wo aik paheli c.. wo aik raaz c.. wo ikhlaaq k khol mein chupa hua asraar koi..wo wafa ki aik tasveer..roz us sarak k kinaray kisi k laut anay ka intezar krti..wo wisal ki ghariyon ko ginti..wo firaaq k lamhon ko roti..wo apne ap ko ghalat smjay janay pr ashk bahati.. mgr us nadaan ko ye na pata chala k ye dunia aur iske dhanday hi kch aise.. na janay kon thi wo.. kahan chali gae wo..

Old Lies

His eyes grew old with the lies he lived for all of his existence. As he sat on that rocking chair that sidereal day, the light shown on his wrinkled old face, he went over them again. One by one they echoed with enough pain to scar the whole globe. As he did he felt foggy, foggy of the times he lived. They felt almost as if it were a combined nightmare, each second of it screaming out blaming him for being. His existence almost becoming shaky as he asked himself, "Is this the life i should be proud of? Are these the lies I should continue to withhold within? Have i not hauled enough already?". Had he!!!!!!!!
As that final juncture struck the only truth surfaced, Her Unfathomable Love. With those million dimensions of her love, those seconds she gave to him were the only cherished words. So many yet so little of them he had been able to absorb.
A last tear broke that dry path, It scorched within his tear duct and as it dropped out so did his soul. Cheerfully looking through those silver linings, He flew to her, HE FLEW TO HER!!!!!!!!!

Fallen Masks

They say why people meet if they are meant to be separated.But my question is why flowers bloom if they are to be wilted , why we win, if he have to lose again , why we sleep if we have to wake up again, and why we live if we have to die one day, the answer to all this is time.Things change with time, as time passes, new qualities evolve. We learn to live on without the things which keep on stabbing us and then we realize the need to change,to change the priorities , to change the requirements and trust me if u don't change you will end up destroying yourself because this world is all about people with masks and whenever the mask falls we seem to have perception that the person has changed but that's not the truth. That changed person is the real person. Its really hard to find people these days who are same inside out because  in this society of double faced people their survival is hard. You are in turn compelled to wear a mask and fake a smile .

Left BEHIND

I cry for the times that you were almost mine. I cry for the memories I've left behind. I cry for the pain, the lost, the old, the new. I cry for the times I thought I had you.

Sketch Artist:
Haseeb Khan
https://www.facebook.com/haseebkhanarts

Wishes

go wherever you want go..

do whatever you want to do ...

on the journey of your dreams ..

choose anyone who passes the stream with you..

with khaki on the body ...

and stars on the shoulders ...

take a leap forward and move the boulders ..

put all the energies on your chosen path ..

and it will be decorated without any wrath ..

what a comely idea she thought it was.

alas! nothing but a mosaic of keruffle it was..

not today but may be some other day ...

not in this life but may be in the life hereafter ...

all the seeds she has sown out of them ...

the most longing fruit will be fully grown

another wish on the shooting star

and she closes her eyes leaving the world far