A special message to the mullahs'

Wa'izu mayn woh takabbar k ilahi taubah
Apni har baat ko Awaz-e-khuda kehte hein.

Bughz-i lillah k parde main adavat zati,
Din ki arr mayn kya kehte hein kya kehte hein.

Tairay bandon ka ju haal hayi ay Shaf'i hashr,
Mairey jaison ko to kya jaane kya kehte hein.
(Allama Iqbal)



The sermonizers are afflicted with
so much of pride that
I seek Allah's mercy
They characterize their
every word
As Allah's will.

In the pretext of standing up
for Allah, they peddle their
own selfish interests.
shielding themselves
behind religion,
They say one thing
And do another.
If this is what they have done
to your people
O intercessor on the Judgement Day
then their verbaliZing
abuses to men,
like me,
mst be awesome.

Habib Jalib's poetry

While going through a book i came across some poetry of habib jalib about the referendum of General Zia(About which almost everyone knows... the great referendum as a great oppurtunity for people of Pakistan for choosing between Islam and General Zia :) )which was held in 1984.


Shehar main hoo ka alam the
jin the ya referendum tha.
Marhoomaen shareek hoye
Sachaee ka chehlam tha.

Dreams of the nature

Touching the surface of water.
Dropping the leaves of tears
The trees stood still
While i am on my journey of life
Getting the chance to peek into the heart of nature
Just for a moment.

Incomplete sketch of Anna Hathaway

First painting made by me

A Sketch of Amitabh Bachchan by me

A letter for Love

Making the decision of separating from your love is an intrepid change for living in this life. But the pearls of tiny moments are shining in the mountains of tears in my heart. No one wants to put some effort into letting you believe that your eyes are glowing with affection of my lips. Don’t dare to say that life without you is stagnant, but the fervor of your romance is dying under the stress of my passionless love and care. Digging into the bottom of your mind and knowing the importance of creature that is living on the sprinkling of brightness of your smile. Your gesture of proving that my path made for the quest of your love is not a dead-end. Word are crying in my mind that I don’t know how to love but the core of my heart is saying that its not me who don’t know how to love but its you who don’t know how to feel love. But then its not a competition, its not a race. Its just the desire of having you in the arms of my heart forever. Because I LOVE YOU!

Disseminated

Having your hands in my hands
My heart feels the horses of my thoughts
Running away from the valley of reticence and tears
And in a celestial voyage like this
There is nothing left of me disseminated.

Conquest of Perfection

Hope is the way of showing you the intensity of exuberance which you have for this life to get better and better. Everyone wants to be a perfect creature, wants to kill all the germs of defection and imperfections, living on the tree of life. Which don’t give up for its prolific life in the competition with natural forces. I also want to live on that tree and wants to feel complete without any melancholy in life. Because from here on the grassy ground of the garden in which that tree is resting, I feel uncomfortable for the ants and insects of difficulties and harms are biting me. And the honey bee of love and care fly around me, sometimes making me happy with its colorful and beautiful exterior of life. But then when this bee stings showing its interior, I cry longing either the end of everything or the end of fusion this love and hatred, bad and good. The creator of creation is hiding under the implicit cover of theism and atheism. The brains of mankind are dying to know the origin of this implicit cover. Which is colored with the mysterious paint of religion and mythology. While the science on other hand is roaring for letting go of this implicit and ambiguous cover of the God. Driving people into believe that here comes the glory of man conquering the natural forces of life to get nearer and nearer to that tree. Which is smiling from far far away place of this garden of creation. Leaving us to wonder either all this fuss is going to end or will leave us lost in the world of defeat and finishing us instead.

Crossing the road

“I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.”
Stephen Hawking quote

Lots of joys are gone
Burried under the burden of tears
Your smile is fading in my heart
Illuminating the stings of darness there
But my eyes will always remain open
Waiting for your soul to merge in me
And leaving me enchanted forever

An Evolutionised Form of Nest of Crows!

This is the nest of crows found on a tree in our house by my father.The specific thing about it that it is made of hard iron wires instead of straws and hay.No matter how cold or hot it gets being good conductor of heat under the stress of changing seasons in place of normal straw-made nests.The crows living in it decided it to be made of something very different.And this is kind of strange phenomenon to me.And i don't found it quite comprehensible that how did these birds could've done the task of warping out of all these wires.What do you think?

A Sketch of my sisters by me

The Secret Garden

Well I watched this movie two weeks ago for two times and really loved it. I also recommend you to watch it, its really nice movie for kids but also not bad for grown-ups. If I have to point out what was in it that was so nice .Then probably I will find almost everything perfect, the direction, the acting of every character and the personification of every scene etc…But mainly it shows the inspiration of the Britain civilization from the very important aspect of Indian civilization i.e., ‘magic’ and this movie is all about the change that this magic brought into the lives of a Britain aristocratic family that was considered being cursed after the death of one member of this family .This is not a fantasy movie exactly but it shows the origin of the strength that can bring positive change in our lives.

My Quotation

'Never forget those moments of your life when you get to realise that the brightness of your dream is diminshing and the eyes of your brain are burning by the heat of its darkness'

~Sarah Khan

Accuracy and Absurdity

Sometimes in life it seems to you that you have become totally numb....like totally lost in thoughts …everything around you is buzzing .Its all very common for our lives ,but at that moment you can understand those tiny little mysteries like confusions through much easier way than the redundant ideas and time associated with our lives .Religion call it your direct converse with God...But agnostics or atheist like me or perhaps in better sense people with confused belief consider for a moment in the religious way and for the next moment in the opposite way....obviously we don't do this consciously .This probably shows our undermined way of thinking comparative to those who are accurate about their beliefs(atheists and religious people)..but probably it would be better to say for refutation that because of thinking like this for a period of your life you can better prepare yourself for what you were before this...what are you going to be after this and how do you contradict with your previous beliefs and how this is going to be better than before .And I am sure that every atheist has gone this way before taking the U-turn of being accurate about the opinions of the existence of God and also every religious person if he/she was not religious before this absurd period .All of this perhaps will appear to you as a meaningless explanation or perhaps it will be something which is also happening with you in the exact same way if you are also passing through this confused period .But all I want to say through this explanation is this that absurdity is not always inane but is perhaps sometimes more useful than accuracy because accuracy wouldn’t have existed if there was no absurdity .

Importance of you

written by Sarah Khan

Sometimes in my life I want you to be there
Rolling the tip of your finger over my face
To make my tears driving away
But I guess that hand is far far away
So far that I can’t understand the Importance of it .

...Huzun...

In the cascade following here
known as life
My mind got entangled in the light
The light which shows happiness in sorrow
The light whish plays music in a row
I want this light to be bright
I want this life to be mine
Mine to make me satisfied
Mine to make it rectified
But ‘huzun’ …
Let it be a reason , telling you
Life is not for satisfaction
Life is not for rectification
Life is just a locked door of sadness
And what we all need is just to open it with our keys of happiness


(This is the poem written by me,named on the word of melancholy in Turkish)

Clouds of thoughts

written by Sarah Khan

My hands in blood
My eyes in flood
To think to solve
I know my fault
But ahead there is a long way
Reaching there? Or to be a prey
For that’s what society’s for
Clutching your head and making u fall
Death shines rubs and grind
Love blind, is there to define
Life is blade & soul is grail
Starts from head? Or ends in nail?
But worst of all is the cure
Of the flaw I’ve done for sure
Making me shameful, making me disgraceful
And then there comes a God
Dressed rot or in a fog?
Nevertheless you had resolution
Nevertheless you have revolution
There comes a God
Full of confusions, full of delusions
But will it always Him to be there?
Or will it always me to be here?
No idea no close
Still I’ve hope against hope that
Lying there is an antidote within a slope…