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

Day 20: Wish — October 20, 2017

Day 20: Wish

Here is a poem I wrote for a friend a couple of years ago. When I read it now it seems funny. But back then it had power. However, I wouln’t want to explain the point behind it because then it won’t be that fun. 😛

Time changes. Doesn’t it? Sometimes I WISH I could go back to being a child. I say this because this poem reminds me and a friend of mine of a cartoon we used to watch when we were kids. It was called Dragon Tales. Ring a bell? These day what I try to do is make my siblings watch it instead or other horrible cartoons they have these days. Good ol’ days. Sigh. Well here goes! 😀


I wish I wish with all my might,
To have a heart as pure as the morning light.

In this era of ignorance, the darks we must fight,
Forever, let our good deeds shine through the night.

Violence,hatred, racism, major problems,
Not one, not two, maybe even more than five,

Continuously and permanently add misery,
to our dear little life.

In the lane of hopelessness we can take flight,
But questioned we’ll be for being able to fight.

I watch joy be overshadowed with sadness,
In the silence of the night,

With all the inexplicable thoughts,
I yet not let my hope take flight.

I still wish and wish with all my might,
To shine with hope as beautiful as the morning light.

 

INKY

 

 

 

Day 5: Time — October 5, 2017

Day 5: Time

Today was that day when I was first confused of whether I will go for poetry or prose. Then I started writing and kept switching between the two mainly with three different ideas. Well in the end you get this.

You’ll enjoy the poem if you follow the tune. 😀


Tick tock, tick tock,
Silence is present to only mock,
Tick tock, tick tock!

Inner angel and devil want to talk,
As thoughts in my head start to walk.

Positivity is to be at all cost, blocked,
As negativity gives a mighty hard, knock.

Tick tock, tick tock,
Silence is present to only mock,
Tick tock, tick tock!

Sweet memories erased as if white chalk,
Whilst darkness and sad memories begin to stalk.

Into a puddle of fears my heart drops,
The intensity of pain is no more a shock.

Tick tock, tick tock,
Silence is present to only mock,
Tick tock, tick tock!

Fragments of hope mysteriously start to flock,
Saving the heart from being forever locked.

Tick tock, tick tock,
Silence is present to only mock,
Tick tock, tick tock!


This was a post for DAY 5. If you’d like to participate in the ‘October Writing Challenge’ check out the word prompts here.Enjoy. 🙂

INKY

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Memories-Chapter 3 — September 14, 2017

Memories-Chapter 3

You can also read MEMORIES INTRO and Chapter 1. Chapter 2.

dividerOnce upon a time….umm half a decade ago? During holidays my mother insisted that I get up from bed because I had slept enough.There was no use of protest because she wouldn’t give up and make sure that I’m out of bed. So I thought she wants me off this bed and I did that.And still half asleep walked silently into her empty bedroom and fell asleep there.As I fell asleep my thoughts awakened and  were running wild and I was assembling words in my dream after I had made up two sentenced that made a little sense, I couldn’t stop.Thus, a poem was born in my head.

However, the only problem now was to remember the poem.We all know that there are tonnes of dreams that we forget as soon as we get up. I didn’t wish to forget this.The sound of  my mother calling me distracted me from my thoughts and concentration of trying to save the poem in my mind.Finally, I got up and with my eyes half closed went to my bedroom and without doing a thing grabbed a piece of paper and clumsily searched for a pencil and jot down every word I could remember.Some may think that was a clever thing to do nonetheless no one knows how horrible my handwriting was plus, the amount of time it took for me to actually decode the text later one.Anyway, here it is.I won’t explain it I’ll let you wonder.

P.S it was a gift for my parents.They were proud of it. 🙂 (Obviously it’s kiddish but it is also raw.My sister actually suggested that I share a picture, but I don’t want your eyes to get a heart attack by looking at my handwriting. You’ve welcome. 😛 )

As told by the rose

Don’t let the thorns fool you
I am a fragile bud

Just give me some time to settle in
and have some fun

Surely after all this
I’m sure a day will come

I will be all grown up
with petals like pink bubble gum

Though my thorns will be pointy
they won’t matter much

Ad by seeing the petals
they won’t be remembered much

I’m sure a day will come
when all this won’t be the same

My thorns won’t be stiff and strong
my petals won’t to look the same

Also that I’ll look wrinkled and dry
and my petals begin to fall

don’t worry about me because
that is what’s going to happen to all

even though they might be better than
or they may not be good at all

This ‘is’ what will happen to all

l just leave me and let me fade away
and don’t worry about me at all

But before all this I want you to know

I want to ask for forgiveness from you
for doing wrong to you all

Because you are the best parents anyone
could ever wish hope to wish for (at all)

*Be sure to remember me in your prayer
And In sha Allah! we’ll meet in heaven
where all those who ask for forgiveness before they die are.*

INKY

Longer — May 15, 2017

Longer

The longer I stay awake, the more I walk,
The more I walk, the more my legs ache!

Desperately begging for me to stop,
But my racing thoughts won’t allow it.

Until I shut my eyes tight,
And enter the world of dreams.

Where midnight madness ends,
But nightmares begin to scream.

Shades of blue — April 11, 2017

Shades of blue

blue

I do wonder why the sky is blue and here is my reply of why the sky is blue.

When someone feels blue, they look up or try to.
If they’re lucky there will be someone behind them,
that helps them to, look up.

And when they do the sky absorbs that blue, their sadness.
No matter what intensity of sadness it is.
Whether the sadness maybe as little as shade of baby blue,
or with bit more of misery.
Perhaps, navy blue.

As the day progresses the sky becomes darker and darker.
Since every passing second, it has absorbed,
someone’s misery into it’s vast existence.
As the night falls, the sky starts to lose the azure,
and becomes almost black.

 

The sky maybe be black late at night.
But people have been healed.
People will have lighter blue hearts.
The following day the entire cycle begins again.

 

Why do you think the sky is blue?
Would you guys answer it the same way my father did? XD
Love my Baba! ❤

blue baba

-INKY!

 

Past hope — March 3, 2017

Past hope

Million years ago when dinosaurs used to live and die,
Some were huge and some could fly,
Just like my hope that soars or cries.

My hope is immense yet it burns,
Burns out when the tables turn,
And in my life emotions churn.

-INKY

 

12 January 2017 — January 24, 2017
Needle on the metre — November 18, 2016

Needle on the metre

Long time, no post.Right? *sigh*
Life’s been teasing me a bit these days.Anyway I’m here with a new post,finally.
So this post will have two things.1-A poetic-ish rant plus 2-someone I want to introduce and encourage for the beautiful talent she possess. 🙂 Stay tuned!

PART 1-

It’s funny how we do things that we thought we’d never do.Things we never expect happen.And our reaction to all this is undoubtedly an intriguing mystery.

We think about ideas beyond the limits.
We pen down thoughts that lack sanity.

We dig out talents from the ruins of ourselves.
We sail into the depth of our emotions.

We let ourselves be strangled,
by the very thoughts we assumed could never hurt us.
We get lost in paths we never created.
Paths where when you step forward,
everything behind you is erased.

We dwell in the memory lanes of the past,
when we should live the moment.
And when we do breathe in the present,
we wonder and worry about the future.

We’re like the shaking needle on a move-on meter,
we can’t go back nor can we move to the future.

Thus we keep shuddering in the present.
Amidst the faded memories of the past,
and the foggy glimpse of future.


PART 2-
Now for introducing an ahmazing person with an awesome talent.PHOTOGRAPHY!
She is very jolly and talented person, Rawan Ismail aka Alex Hartin.Oh and before I show you her stuff.She wants you all to indulge this yummy cake! 😛

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Feast for the eyes. XD

Here’s the link to her insta: alex_hartin.Check it out and give her a follow if you like. 😀 I’m sure you’ll love it! Oh and let me just tell you that her page doesn’t has pictures about food only.It has things like…….wait why should I tell you?  😛 You see for yourself what all it has.I’ll give you a hint though.It is AWESOME!
There’s alot of variety since she’s always willing to experiment new things.And MashaAllah they always turn out to be fantabulous! 😎

To everyone who has a talent or is on the road of finding it.Just don’t ever give up.Talents are hidden like gold in the dark mines treasure them.

Your talent is your property.
Let yourself never be robbed.

Don’t let people’s ignorant comments pull you down or rip away your passion.And don’t let their assumptions  steal your zeal.

 

-INKY

 

Midnight moment — October 21, 2016