Saturday, 24 October 2015

Do you, believe?

Dust blotches grace the glasses, a 5 o'clock look accompanied, a frail smile.
Endless collection of knowledge, pages soaked in ink, names after names. A moment of hopelessness, a moment of belief, do you believe? 
In the words of the saints, in the words of wisdom, in the words of the all Knowing.
I, just am a soul entrapped within a body, by a will, a gift from the highest power.
The skill which crafted me, the skilled Creator who crafted you, does it come on it's own? 
If so, grant me the power to craft a life out of the blue, if not, bow down to the Creator. 
If the moments that will follow, there won't be an explanation, for I do not know.
In the moments of hopelessness, in the moments of belief, would you believe? 
The cup is empty, wrinkled you will be, in the days to come.
In the days to come, would you believe in the Creator's miracle?

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

Against the tree

I walked down the street, a whisper I heard, someone sang her heart out. 
Surrounded by a crowd, I felt everyone was a mute, her voice is what I hear. 
She sat besides the window in a coffee shop, a burgundy blouse she wore. 
In her voice was a sorrow, pain hard to pen down on a paper, her eyes a mirror. 
A mirror to the past, her smile spoke of hope, a courageous soul inside. 
As I sank into her eyes, a shy girl dressed in black. 
Her hair tied behind, she strolled down the street singing her, in her own world. 
A smile she held on to, innocence radiated from Her face.  
In the phase which followed, I lost her to the darkness, into the distance she went. 
At the intersection we met again, a young woman dressed in a white shirt, a smile on her lips. 
No words were spoken, we held hands, it wasn't a black and white picture. 
Her eyes clear as the crystals, love her, let her love. 
Against a tree I kissed her lips, she tasted of the juiciest strawberries. 
As the sun sank, words became a memory, only the eyes spoke.

Friday, 14 August 2015

Happy Independence Day : 14th August

It's not about putting up a picture of the flag, its definitely not about posting a once a year patriotic status, it's about standing tall and proud when seeing your flag, standing up and paying your respect when the national anthem plays, saluting the soldiers and raising your head high when you see the green and white flag graced with a crescent and a star flying high. Happy Independence day.

Bleed Green

Long live Pakistan


Wednesday, 5 August 2015

YouTube Video

So I've made a YouTube channel and posted a first video there.
Here's the link, please check it out thank you :D

www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6e7hLHDGNA

Monday, 3 August 2015

Look, reach out and smile

What do you do when you don't find anyone to talk to when needed.
It's a question I ask myself a lot, who to find, what to talk about, where to look for?
The answer is quite simple, go in front of the mirror, look at the person staring back, that person is you, smile back and meet your new partner,  cause you and the person in that mirror are in for as long as life is there for you.
And find an interesting hobby, something productive, you'll enjoy it a lot.

Here to help, would love to help anyone out. Raise your hand and I'll do my best :)

Take care and Stay safe y'all 

Friday, 17 July 2015

Eid Mubarak and an opinion to ask

Eid Mubarak to the readers
I am thinking about putting some of my work up in a video format on YouTube, if you guys can lemme know if its a good idea then please drop a comment off.

Thank you

Monday, 9 March 2015

Dang

dang it's been ages since I posted something on here, gotta start back up. gotta make sometime out

Friday, 6 February 2015

New poetry

A world, a room in ruins, it's dark outside There glows a candle, in the corner just under that table
The faint light lightens the room, a child, a young boy, Lost in his daydream, keeps the candle glowing
the candle glows when he daydreams, for the room in ruins is his world
It's dark outside, the world is cold, but imagination runs wild
Be the crisp wood that crackles in the fire, be that silent wind that blows
For all is too far away but yet too close, it's hard to touch it in reality
But in the daydreams, it is right in my arms
Far away, silent and lost, the child grows, with eyes not a mirror
Else you'd learn what he dreams about, the reality gets him curious
A face walks past, a gentle aura surrounds her
Oh the curios child inside, the child inside daydreams
The candle glows, imagination is his friend, reality is but a teacher
At the end, the candle will glow no more, the child grows into a man
But the heart is young, a child grows inside the heart and soul
The face might be the which walked by a while ago
The daydreams keeps the candle glowing, only to make him curious a little more