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 کیا ڈھونڈ رہے ہو ؟ ” “میں خود کو ڈھونڈ رہا ہوں ۔” کیوں؟ تم  ہو تو یہاں موجود میرے سامنے  میرے پاس ۔” نہیں میرا وجود تو ہے یہاں مگر میرا آپ نہیں ہے۔ ”  یہ تم کیسی بہکی بہکی باتیں کررہے ہو میرا خیال ہے کہ تمہیں آرام کرنا چاہیے ۔” “مجھے آرام کی…

In my heart…

In my heart, there is something  Like a bush of light, like a morning dream  And I am so restless that I wish  To run to the end of the plain, climb to the mountain top. There is a voice in the distance that is calling me.    – Sohrab Sapheri 

Define yourself ! 

No question gives me as much stress as when I am asked to define myself. How should I define myself? I might say that I am still working over that or just say that I am still a riddle. Hahahaha. I should define to separate myself from everyone or should try to prove that I…

#BeBoldForChange 💜

Everyday at eleven’o clock  I put into my mouth a chewing gum, don myself into a lab coat and begin to walk towards the hospital where I am training as an undergrad med student, I pull my chin up because I realise each day how very fortunate I am to be able to enjoy my…

Blindfolded 

I’ve to discover what’s feeding the malignancy inside me.

Are You Static? 

 “A stagnant water puddle is soon going to get dried” They say, teaching is also learning, you ever pondered over that? You teach yourself to learn… You teach when you’ve learnt… You learn to teach… Let’s not lose ourselves in the maze of the words and get this point lay straight, Life is things coming…

As I feel it.

Some people are bond to us by an unknown relation, they are there, always there. My soul, as I witness, at times undergo a revolting process, a cyclone, a storm takes over my body and jolts my heart, and burdens it.    I feel and I wish to leave this monotony at once and run…

Break Free

God knows that we are all artists of life. One day, he gives us a hammer with which to make sculptures, another day he gives us brushes and paints with which to make picture, or paper and a pencil to write with. But you cannot make a painting with a hammer, or a sculpture with…

Self, Senses & Insensitivity.

“Does what we do in life matter so much, or is it what we don’t do that carries weight? ” — (The Architect’s Apprentice) It carries its own pleasure when you read a book while the rain lashes and the tea smokes  —And me, while I am having the worst flu!  I told her that I caught…

Among the abnormals. 

I cry, I shout above my voice, nobody listens, nobody stops. They are abnormal — they are dead !

May You

May you wear that beautiful smile of yours all day long today and forever. 🙂