Sleep — September 4, 2018

Sleep

Sleeping is something I like. It’s like an escape route for me. A well deserved escape from reality. Sounds immature doesn’t it? Because as soon as you open your eyes you and I know that reality will greet. Yet I wish I could hibernate because even if winter isn’t here, the one in my heart has always been present.

I feel I’m the weakest being on planet earth. I wish to hibernate to be kind to my mind, body and soul. But whatever you plan, all your thoughts will perish as if struck by a poisonous arrow right in the core. Just as daylight meets the eye.

My vision blurs, my head aches as though it has stored burdens as huge as mountains. My skin feel hot, as it was the source of all the fire in the world.It feels as though my ribs are crushing my lungs into nothingness. My lungs yearn for fresh air, though what they get is nothing less than smoke from wild forest fire. My heart feels heavy,darker and shrunken.

I struggle to keep eyes still as the pain shoots through my spine I am forced to shut my eyes as tight as possible. While tears begin to flow, a mile a minute.

 

Inky

Gham-e-maut mujhay nahi hai (fear of death, I have not) — February 24, 2018

Gham-e-maut mujhay nahi hai (fear of death, I have not)

I’m sharing a poem that I wrote 3 years ago, on this same day (or was it previous late night?)  It’s in Urdu, full of flaws, unbalanced.mixed ideas, facts and emotions. Nonetheless, something.

Let me know what you think. 🙂 And I know it’s a bit annoying  to read Roman Urdu (specially the way I write) XD but hehe I’m tooo lazy to type it. Sorry, not sorry, sorry? 😛 (maut=moot=mot=death however you like to spell it)

My parents have given me a beautiful name, a beautiful title and if I ever truly become that. Gham e maut mujhay nahi hai. ❤ Here goes:


Sab doobtay hain gham main,
koi nai baat nahi hai.

Hanstay hai sab kabhi na kabhi,
koi khaas baat nahi hai!

Bhool jatain hain deen-e- Islam,
koi nai baat nahi hai.

Gir jatay hain dunya kay khaddon mai,
kia afsoos ki baat nahi hai?

Baghair soochay samjhay karlaytain hai loog baray gunah,
koi nai baat nahi hai!

Magr kama laitain hain kuch loog thawaab sotay hee mai,
kia khaas baat nahi hai?

Dafan hoti hain maiyatain qabaristan mai rozana,
koi nai baat nahi hai!

Zinda thay wo bhi pahlay,
kia ye soochnay ki baat nahi hai?

Soochnay baithain hum to,
kartay kuch nahi hain!

Kar kay kuch bathain to,
soochtay kuch nahi hai!

Magan rahtay hai zindagi mai,
mazaq baat nahi hai!

Bhool jatay hai hum kay,
maqsad-e-wujood ye nahi hai!

Nahi kuch kia is zindagi mai to,
moon kia dekhaingay hashr main?

Kia jannat ke kirkee khulay gi ya,
saraingay hum qabr main?

Ataa hai malik-kul-maut,
roznana khuda kay hokum say

Kheench layta hai  rooh wo badan say,
kia ye humain pata nahi hai?

Jaana hai har ik insaa ko is dunya say,
magar naikioon say pahlay inteqaal ho jai to,
kia udaasee ki baat nahi hai?

Dhans chuki ho tum is dunya kay daldal main….yahan,
Nikalo apnay aap ko tum is jal say kisi …tarha!

Dair mat karo chunkay paai jatay hain fitnay baray …yahan,
Aik say bhago to dosra aajaai ga …wahaan!

Dil-o demagh mai kabhi ik baat aatee hai mray,
Agar ban jaoon mai sahih maino mai aibon say paak,
To gham e maut mujhay nahi hai!

Rab mra mujh say razzee ho,
Kia yahi khushi nahi hai?

 

INKY

Tonight  — November 12, 2017
Photo 32 — November 7, 2017

Photo 32

Assalamualaikum /Hi all

As you might know… I’M Sort of obssessed with the sky.

I’m not even joking when I say that sometimes looking at the sky change my mood.

Sometimes the night sky makes me think deep about life. It triggers the emotional side of me.

Here is a picture I took yesterday (and also edited it, I’m honest.😋) I’m trying to improve. Let’s see if it’s actually working.

Sometimes there is no word to truly describe NATURE. Just Say SubhanAllah!💙

Inky

Day 28: Status update  — October 28, 2017

Day 28: Status update 

A very simple post about status update. I use WhatsApp alot and since now it has a way to share your story or your status for 24 hours I use that. Instead of sending people pictures and clips separately.

Be sure to read till the end.

In the morning as I was checking some grouo chats,  I came across a lovely video with the following words:

Thus, I shared it as my status.

In the afternoon, I ended up posting this with a caption.

Bubbles
I really wish I take a picture like this some day. Or similar to it.

It was my DREAM to take a picture like this and I did! In my DREAM. (Which is true.) Now I’m just waiting for that dream to become reality. 🌼

But that’s what’s wrong, am I right? We wish, we dream and then we wait. We don’t do much about it. But the day we push ourselves to do what pleases us and what seemed like a dream we will feel courageous. When we do what we thought we couldn’t is when we realize our might. When we finally do that with time the thought of not doing it seems like a dream. Because of how real our dream becomes on the end because of our struggle.
Here is another status update. I took the picture early morning, it might have fit the prompt glow…maybe? Anyway, here it is and of course with a caption! 😎

Dark soil and grass sunlight
The burried you under darkness but you grew into the light. Be proud of your might.♥️

Inky

Day 7: A lost key — October 7, 2017

Day 7: A lost key

With time her thoughts became as dangerous as poison and as dark as a grave, leading her  into a maze with no way out.

Except for one, that was to unlock the door of hope.With the lost key being poetry?which she had forgotten. Yet she picked up the pen filled with ink as dark as her heart and spilled poetry. Letting the white paper soak in her thoughts, emotions and misery and lighting her soul.
Inky

Scuba dive — April 27, 2016
What are burned roses? — November 14, 2015

What are burned roses?

Once upon a time 🙄 a couple of months ago, during summer 😎 while making my way up to my room there popped a question: What are burned roses?

At first I myself was boggled by such a random question. 😮 Never did I think I would question myself this.I was lost in thought of how I connected two random words.Yes,I get distracted. 😛

Later on,I tried to answer it 🙂 and the fact is I could not give an answer that could reach the level of satisfaction.I had more than one reply for the question I was asked.

The following are the ways I answered the question.

Please note this isn’t supposed to be related to my previous post 🌹 جلا ہوا گلاب تھا وہ. However I would like to tell you that after I had answered this question another question came up and I answered it in a poetic-ish way. 😀 I will be sharing that also.Here it is!

Oh and if you have any answers for the question do tell.Plus,let me know which one you liked.

What are burned roses?

They resemble beautiful people who were hit by the cruelty of this world without, the opportunity of grabbing onto hope.

What are burned roses?

They are people whose thoughts are unfathomable, they fake smile often. Deep down their heart roars as the thunder and sadness strikes them like lightning. In the darkness of the night when all creatures are asleep that’s when they, to themselves weep.

What are burned roses?

They are like people who were previously known as optimist but time drained all the hope out of them.

What are burned roses?

They were innocent homo sapiens (like you and I) but were killed for reasons beyond anyone’s comprehension.

What are burned roses?

They are people who fall into deep hole of misery because their creativity was titles ‘rubbish’ and their thoughts labelled ‘lame’.

What are burned roses?

They are those people who called death to their door steps, because of the fact that they believed that they weren’t strong enough to win the battles .

🌹 جلا ہوا گلاب تھا وہ — November 7, 2015

🌹 جلا ہوا گلاب تھا وہ

Accidentally inked on: 8/6/15
Accidentally inked on: 8/6/15

Transliteration:

Title: Jala howa gulaab tha.

Gham ke konwain mein dooba tha wo,

Tanhai kai ghaar mai rehta tha wo.

Khaamoshi kai qilai mai panah laita tha wo,

Insaan ki hasrat to jaanta tha wo.

Dard o dukh samajh na ka talib tha wo,

Mehnat o  mushaqqat ka aalim tha wo.

Magr lutf o maza na jaanta tha wo,

Chaand ki chamak ko na pahchaanta tha wo.

Dosroon ko khush rakhna apna maqsad samajhta tha wo,

Muskorahat kai peechai apna gham chupa deta tha wo.

Umeed bharay dil ka shayad malik tha wo,

Khuda ka yaqeenan aabid tha wo,

Magr mot/maut ka yaqeenan sabir tha wo.

Think — August 14, 2015