Moment — September 17, 2018
“I shall rise and shine” — September 16, 2018

“I shall rise and shine”

Don’t worry about the random bold words. They aren’t for you.😛

Woke up to the sound of birds praising their Lord.

Woke up to the sunlight exploding from the white blinds.

Woke up to the smell of chai and toast.

Woke up to the giggles of my little brother.

Woke up with a quality that needs to be erased.

Woke up to the thought of December, APS attack.

Woke up with the thought that it’s my duty to spread the tiny bit of positivity I grow and loose.

We need to remember to smile. To feel the peace in nature. To remember we’re still alive. To remember that Allah gave us another chance to be closer to Him. To correct our previous mistakes. To be more appreciative and grateful. To not worry about how cliché this post might seem. 😂 Because what matters most is writing. Sigh.💔 I just hope I never stop writing, because the thoughts in my head can be lethal. Writing is important. What comes after it is secondary, you can keep it forever. You can burn it, like it never existed. Or you can share it, if you want. What matters most is letting the thoughts seep out of your being into the blank paper that yearns to be inked. ( In my case, inked by Inky lol, I’m so lame. Khair.)

Alhamdulillah.
Alhamdulillah ala kulle haal.

7:22 bus ride to Uni.☀

 INKY❄

 

 

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

Don’t you dare — August 2, 2018

Don’t you dare

Assalamualaikum/Hi to anyone reading this. 😛
It’s been such a looooonnnggg time since I posted. My mind is rusted, honestly.
I really want to (and also am trying since forever) get myself into writing the way I used to . How something would dawn upon me, in seconds and sometimes vanish before I could catch it. Or the way sometimes I was able to turn a few words into a poem with some good meaning ( or try to). Anyway, here’s something I’d written for a friend. Since it’s motivational-ish, it’s for everyone out there (including myself, at the top of the list). If you’re still reading, thank you. ❤ May Allah give you more patience to bear my can of rubbish that I try to post here. SMILE! 🙂

 

Don’t you dare, give up!

Think more, think wide,

Let your canvas be,

beyond  everyone’s sight.

There has and always will be,

more than one way to solve a problem,

more than one path to choose from.

Create your own path, if you must.

But let never ignorance guide you.

Let your determination be your shining armour,

your unique thoughts be your sword.

Let the company of hope be your ride through the passage of time,

and let positivity be the shield that would,

repel darkness everytime.

 

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

Hope(less) — January 21, 2018

Hope(less)

Drowning in an ocean,
The thoughts flooding.


Filling me up, yet leaving empty,
A paradox this all has been.


The sense of filling, leaving me hollow,
I was lost.


Lost beyond measure,
Waiting to be found.


For once I needed help,
My silence a loud scream,
But failed to be heard.


The scream was deafening,
But it fell in dead ears.


I waited, longed even,
But worthless.


With a heavy heart,
I rose up, again!


No one was gonna come to rescue,
I had to save myself.


With new determination I lunged,
Standing erect,myself a new sign of hope.


For all those hopeless people out there,
I am my own savior!

 

A poem a wonderful friend had written so I thought I’d share it. Because I think alot of people out there need to know that sometimes you need to be your own hero. 🙂 No matter how much your scary thoughts, strangle your mind. Or when your heart is stuck in quick sand of emotions. You must rise, and be your own savior. Always believe in hope.

(Spread hope generously  ❤  but never foolishly, 😛  because hope is medicine. 😀 When taken as prescribed never hurts. But otherwise has side effects. 😦 )

 

INKY

Photo 33 — November 16, 2017

Photo 33

Sometimes when we take pictures we fall in love with tiny details that the world might fail to notice.

Just like that in life we should be thankful for the little things that others might notice.

Say Alhamdulillah. ALHAMDULILLAH ALA KULLE HAAL.💚

The photo I’m attaching is…

Cute plant coming out of a tree bark. (No edits.)

of a HUGE tree which is bench shaped. and this tiny green miracle is growing in the middle part of the bark.Isn’t it lovely how our delicate little pops out of the rough dark bark? Just notice the differences! SubhanAllah.😍

P.S I’m really happy with this picture of mine. It was alot of hard work and alot of frustrating moment. BECAUSE of the WIND! And it’s SO TINY, therefore it was extremely hard to focus.  (And don’t steal my picture, please. <.<)

Specially thanks to my sister. (We want for a walk,  😛 her patience MashAllah and words of motivation helped me, honestly.)

 

INKY

Winds of change — November 13, 2017
Day 25 Cables — October 25, 2017

Day 25 Cables

Haha I’m still here.😂

Why do we bound creativity?

To places, times, tools, mood, environment. To encouragement, motivation, inspiration. To thoughts, ideas and appearances.

Creativity is to create and when you have the fire in you to do it nothing else matters. Your way of expressing creativity can be by anything like perhaps painting, writing, cooking, designing, teaching, photography.ANYTHING.

I think sometimes I’m good at creative writing. When I get an idea or thought in my head that I think about it and just try to save it somewhere. But when I have words flowing through my head there is no way you can stop me from writing start  to finish.Last year as we were learing about Cables and electricity I ended up writing the following. 🙂

https://accidentallyinked.wordpress.com/2016/08/27/make-no-mistake/

Don’t let anything to stop you from unleashing your creativity. (But also pay attention in class. Haha)

 

INKY

Dark & Light — May 23, 2017