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…