Love Story


Angels falling out of love in due
Some deeds undone some missing clues
Real times and some instances not so true
One and one forming me and you…

In light, in darkness lies the dawn of us
Some great things, some moments treacherous
Pawns standing high while the King’s being crushed
It’s not a game, just a life being frivolous…

Inside and out, but with an order backwards
What we felt, what was done – completely traversed
Our hearts in our eyes, saying words we rehearsed
Time changed us, leaving our story preserved…

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Poetry, Random

When the silence enfolds me..

Out in the ocean, there is an island. Where dreams live. And in those dreams, hundreds of memories, thousands of conversations and millions of thoughts survive. They cherish the moments of happiness and live the eternal life. Life that is far beyond the laws, rules, norms, values and culture. There lives a single race. They speak a common language. The language of love.

There is no racism there. No gender inequality. No religion. No faith. No war. No crime. No time. No space.

When the silence enfolds me, I go there sometimes. To live my dream. To sense the purity within me. But I see there Him only. Him, the One. The eternal. Smiling.

Out in the space, where there is vacuum. Where there is dark matter. That no one can see. But He. The Creator.

When the silence enfolds me, I bow down to Him. And say You’re the greatest. He tells me then, to look within, there you’ll find me.

That island is inside me. I am the ocean.


Castle of Moments

The last time we spoke, we discussed the moments we lived together in past. Those moments are perhaps the best treasures I have in my life. Every single moment of it.

The moment when I use to make you sit in front of me so I could write poetry on you, on your eternal beauty and lively smile. And the moment when I read it to you. With your eyes down, smiling but attentive. Treasure.

The moment when we walked together. Those long walks. When you hold my hand and told me how safe you felt while I’m around. That moment we both hoped, perhaps, that time should remain still and we could walk all we can. Treasure.

The moment when we travelled together. On those long routes. On those long distances. When we promised we’ll never be apart. Will always be together, till the end. Till the infinite. Treasure.

Countless moments with countless memories paved in them.

Now that you are not with me, those moments are the bricks that have made the castle I live in. And those memories are doors that have kept me locked into that place. The place that is full of treasures.

I am now that Greedy King, who is afraid, if he goes out of that place someone will steal those treasures. Someone will infringe them.

Yes, I will stay there forever. That is our place. Where no one else has right to be. But you and me.


Ranjish Hi Sahi

Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhaany keliye aa,
Aa phir se mujhe chorr ke jaany ke liye aa..

Pehly se maraasim na sahi phir bhi kabhi toh,
Rasm o rah e dunya hi nibhaany keliye aa..

Kis kis ko bataaein ge judaayi ka sabab hum,
Tu mujhse khafaa hy toh zamaany keliye aa..

Kuch toh mere pindaar e mohabbat ka bharam rakh,
Tu bhi toh kabhi mujhko manaany keliye aa..

Ik umr se hoon lazzat e giryaan se bhi mehroom,
Ae raahat e jaan mujhko rulaany keliye aa..

Ab tak dil e khush fehim ko hen tujh se umeeden,
Yeh aakhri shammen bhi bujhaany jeliye aa..

Maana ke mohabbat ka chupaana hy mohabbat,
Chupke se kisi roz jataany keliye aa..

Jaisy tumhen aaty hen na aany ke bahaany,
Aisy hi kisi roz na jaany keliye aa..

Ahmed Faraz


The Weekly Buzz: The Birthday Week

Yes, it was. Less of throttle more of spenditure. Anyway, an amazing week. It was April 9. But I started my week rather with something classic in nature. Visited a friend’s father who was collector of old radios. He adored his radios so much that he have them framed in a glass and did not want anyone to picture them even. But it was Me, nonetheless, who cant resist taking a picture anyway of a 1956 Siemens Radio. Yeah collection was that old! Here is the pic:


I was kidnapped by some friends, some of them are as weird as me (admitting), at 11 and exactly at 12 we were in a local Pizza Store to celebrate my Birthday. They had ordered a strange looking cake which I couldn’t even read at first as it did not have my name inscribed. Looked like friends turned “racist monsters”  this time and had written Saeen instead my name. Saeen is actually a word used for Sindhi Landlords and due to its popularity because of this song (

I was kidnapped by some friends, some of them are as weird as me (admitting), at 11 and exactly at 12 we were in a local Pizza Store to celebrate my Birthday. They had ordered a strange looking cake which I couldn’t even read at first as it did not have my name inscribed. Looked like friends turned “racist monsters”  this time and had written Saeen instead my name. Saeen is actually a word used for Sindhi Landlords and due to its popularity because of this song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2gooNwUEXAE) they call me Saeen. I am not actually a landlord, trust me government I am not. Here is the cake though!!Image

On a brighter note, I got a gift from them. Its actually something I was in badly need of. The Amazing iPad Mini. Yes, Mini is Mighty. Love you all.

In the later part of the weekend I was planning a movie with some friends but due to some “unforeseen” reasons couldn’t go. But my movie-buds did bother me to watch something, just for the sake of it. And here is what I watched:



David O Russle has made movies that are quite brilliant as a whole cinematic experience. I started noticing and following his movies since I watched The Fighter in 2010, it was an epic. Silver Linings Playbook is a well crafted film when it comes to screen writing, screenplay, acting and direction. Cinematography could have been better in some scenes but as a whole the movie was awesome. Jennifer Lawrence, The Hunger Games fame, is beautiful and acted really well, won the Oscar for that too. Bradley Cooper really outshined his role as a recovering bi-polar patient, never categorized him as a serious actor before this movie. The ending wasn’t disappointed, the thing I always expect from a movie or novel.

This is it for this week. Next week is quite important, personally speaking, have to decide something really serious. Mum is travelling back to see kids which means I’ll be alone for a week or two. Will finish almost every single book in my shelf, yes that’s  precisely the objective.

See you next week, till then Ta ta..

P.S. Don’t take my fictional writings seriously J


Be with me..


When the night comes, when the dark, desolated, grieved night comes. Singing ballads of grief when the night comes. You be with me, in my arms. You be with me in my soul.

When the blood of skies drops on me and when it becomes ointment for my wounds. You be with me to till they heal, till this heart in my wounded chest comes alive. You be with me.

When this sadness comes, covering me in its dark cloak. You be with me till it vanishes.

But if you don’t.

That dark, desolated and grieved night will clasp me in its power and enslave my soul. Those wounds will stay unhealed. And this heart will remain waiting, waiting to be alive. Until you come and set me free again. Until the death comes knocking and until my bones turn dust.

Stay close. Stay with me. Until the death. Until the end.


Suna hy log usy aankh bhar ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy log usy aankh bhar ke dekhty hen,
so us ke sheher men kuch din thehir ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy din ko usy titliyaan sataati hen,
suna hy raat ko jugnu thehir ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy rabt hy usko kharaab haalon se,
so apny aap ko barbaad kar ke dekhty hen,

Suna hy dard ki gaahak hy chashm e naaz uski,
so hum bhi uski gali se guzar ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy usko bhi hy sher o shaairi se shaguf,
so hum bhi mojizy apny hunar ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy boly toh baaton se phool jharty hen,
yeh baat hy toh chalo baat kar ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy raat usy chaand takta rehta hy,
sitaary baam e falak se utarty hen..

Suna hy us ke badan ki taraash aisi hy,
ke phool apni qabaaein qatar ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy hashr hen uski ghazaal si aankhen,
suna hy usko hiran dasht bhar ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy uski syaah chashmagi qayamat hy,
so usko surma farosh aah bhar ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy usky labon se gulaab jalty hen,
so hum bahaar pe ilzaam dhar ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy aaeena tamsaal hy jabeen uski,
jo sada dil hen usy ban sanwar ke dekhty hen..

Bas ik nigaah men lut’ta hy qaafila dil ka,
so rahravaan e tamanna bhi darr ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy usky shabistaan se muttasil hy behisht,
makeen usdhar ke bhi jalvy idhar ke dekhty hen..

Kisy naseeb ke be-perahan usy dekhy,
kabhi kabhi dar o deewar ghar ke dekhty hen..

Ruky toh gardishen uska tawaaf karti hen,
chaly toh usko zamaany thehir ke dekhty hen..

Kahaniyan hi sahi sab mubaalgy hi sahi,
agar yeh khwaab hy taabeer kar ke dekhty hen..

Ab us ke sheher men thehren ke kooch kar jaayen,
Faraz aao sitaary safar ke dekhty hen..

Ahmed Faraz