Ma...

Have you ever felt the silence of the night?
There have been times when I have spent the night alone thinking about the starry lights...
Your eyes have been the only source of inspiration for me at that moment of night...
I have felt your absence as a child...
Tears have flown down my face like a river during the high tide...
I have craved for you at that wink hour of the night since you are the only thread that binds me with the life around...
The pain within your soul strikes me the most since I cannot bear to see the little drops trickling down your face...
The loss of your beloved has withdrawn your tender touch from my soul...
I want you to come back to the world you once belonged to...
Just close your eyes with me and feel the touch of love within...
I shall hold you like an eagle and embrace you to evade the cold outside...
Rejuvenating your spirits you shall fly away with me to some far across land...
Sitting atop a cliff overlooking the sea I shall spend the day in your lap...
Oh! Mother hold me in your arms as the night arrives in our doorstep...
Forget about the anguish within and hold me tight so that we don’t get swept across by the storm blowing outside..
Oh! Mother hold me tight and let me be with you!!
Oh! Mother hold me tight and let me be with you!!

Yeh Na Thee Hamari Qismat

This is the very first time I am writing about two people in my life whom I care for the most asides my parents...The reason why I do so is something I am still searching for but somewhere lies a thread of love and respect that I feel towards them....I don't know whether I shall ever get the chance to meet them or not but my love and care for them shall continue as long as I shall be here in this world full of drudgery and agony...

I don't know why these words keep haunting me in my dreams but I would like to pen them down even though they are not mine...

Ye na thee hamaaree qismat ke wisaal-e-yaar hota

....agar aur jeete rehte yahee intezaar hota

As I part for the night here is a little thought that I wanted to share....

The river bends along the curve...

....and flows in a wind

You know that the little bird still waits there in her perch....

You sweep her through the wind and take her up in your lap...

She is child......my dear........She is child....

Hold her in your arms to smell her fragrance....

--- the fragrance of love....

---the fragrance of thy soul which was once lost in these greenway bushes....

They were returned to you today as a gift of your childhood…

The longing of being united with her comes back to you…

She is a child my dear…She is a child …

--as She comes back to you…