My mother says she knows me well,she says, she knows how I pick my woundsand let them bleedI keep them open and don’t let them setI don’t give them enough time to heal.My mother says she knows me well and,she doesn’t understand“Why do you keep hurting yourself?”“How do you get these bruises so teal?”My mother says she knows me well.But, she doesn’t know how it feels,to see the things around…

The sky is blue, as blue as it could get. The sun looks like it is all set, To illuminate the scene that is about to unfold To warm the heart that had been cold As I laid out my clothes today, It took me back to all the Fridays. Days that now seem like a vivid dream, Memories that brightens the hope’s gleam Moments when kids ran to match the pace The excitement from seeing a familiar…

wanderer above the sea of fog by David Casper Friedrich I was the “other” back at the place I wanted to call my home, I am the “other” in the streets I now occasionally roam. I had eyes staring at me for how I chose to dress My dress gets stares here too, and imply that I am repressed The curious looks that followed me there, were full of hate The blue and green glances here still…

(Can be accessed online through this link: https://archive.org/details/DaurEKhusraviBySaqibZeervi ) Human nature has been programmed in a way to connect to the rhythm. That is why it is easier for some people to understand the ideas presented in the form of poetry. Promised Messiah ( عليه السلام) with his poetry tried to connect with the very nature of Human Beings. And with the sole purpose of…

Every day, as I get up and put my feet downon the groundand feel the floorcold as shoreglistening with the glow of a new dayharboring the remnants of yesterdayI realize!with every movement I makeevery step I takeevery word that I utteralmost like a habitthe way I rest my hand on the right of the counterwhile I wait for the pot to boil,the way I grasp the hot cup of chaiwith both my hands,the way…

https://www.instagram.com/taydisamosi/ زندگی کا سفر بلاشبہ پر خطر ہوتا ہے لیکن اس سفر کو آسان بنانے اور اس  میں گاہے بگایے رہنمائی کرنے کے لیئے خدا تعالی اپنی مدد کے سامان مختلف وجودوں کے ذریعہ انسان کے گرد وپیش میں میسر کرتا چلا جاتا ہے۔ انہی وجودوں میں سے سراپا دعا وجود بزرگوں کا بھی ہوتا ہے۔ جو نہ صرف اپنے تجربات کے ذخیرہ سے آپ کی رہنمائی کرتے ہیں بلکہ آپ کو دعاؤں کے خزانہ کی…

When I was a kid,I would stretch my arms out,stand in the middle of the groundand spin around.It was a feeling so profound.Slowly fading into the haze,Getting lost in the brain’s maze.spinning, spinning and spinning around,Laughing and falling down.Like birds with tired wings,a cuckoo that had just learned to sing. I do this now as well,but now,I close my eyes so I cannot see,I stretch my arms…

All my life I have felt like walking through one mess of a forest full of two diverging roads. The year 2020 threw many diverging roads situations in my face but this time I was bound to take the roads not taken. Now I am not writing this post as some motivational cliché new year profound blog, but I am writing this to remind my future self that you did an amazing job surviving 2020 and you can…

Here I am again,To walk on the same paths,Which led me closer to those momentsI will cherish for long.Here I am again,Looking at the treesWhich grew taller than last I saw themBut they’re no longer green.Here I amAnd all I seeAre people who were thereTo push me through my hardest timesAnd to bring the laugh in tears.There you see in the distance,Are the shadows that read,Our faces and the…

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I see shadows, all around, some lives in me and are all sound. they remind me of the times, I had nothing left of mine, but, thoughts and cries of shame when I didn’t know the name, for all the anger I had for few Engulfed those who were new.

And some winds snores waiting for the chance to roar to cough out all loath and dirt that’s been covering all the mirth. b…

(This is where I will write my memories and observations of the life of my beloved grandfather, Chaudhary Ghulam Ahmad. For now, I am filling out the memories I hold the dearest to me. I will keep updating the post as I would want to add into it.)

We human beings are fragments of ideas and thoughts that made their way into our beings from those around us. This process starts from the moment we…

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  Tick, tock, Shush! Oh Clock

I think I’ve heard a stranded knock!!

Shush and Let me hear!!

Is it someone or just my fear!!

Who is it knocking at the door!!

How is the dust flying off the floor!!

What could summoned such commotion,

That has stirred up every emotion

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Oh, look! It’s death, again

A dark knight in ashes of pain.

Sliding from door to door

Calling all the passengers aboard

On the…

  I bought a little teddy bear A furry mass of love With little eyes and two ears a shiny glare of hope in a tears When I walked out of the shop By my ride, I made a stop To help a lady with her bags That’s when I saw the flags All red and darker shades with Yellow markings and white spots They had my eyes in one shot my mind was pierced with the gaze Of the dancing “ifs” and drowning “mays” They…