I know words can never describe the gratitude of a mother. I would still pen down a letter filled Your Beauty and Grace, Generosity and Sacrifices and most importantly the Love you poured in our vines. I hope one day you will find this letter and make you smile. Mama, I love those times and … Continue reading Dear Mama! #ProudToBeMyMum
She enjoyed staring at the stary night, and wished to feel the yellow lines and the sliver moon light She still wishes to search those "Three Stars", Once they lived like a glory as she remembers by her mother's told story She embraced the power of hope, and wishes one could always hold on the strengthened … Continue reading IF WISHES WERE HORSES, BEGGARS WOULD RIDE
Looking through all the summer thoughts, As the ground go dry - waiting for the sky to quench its thirst, Bees come out, Birds can't fly, As the trees go white - branches remain high, People fight for Who What When Where and Why, As the majesty mountains throw what's over and inside, As the … Continue reading Monsoon
Flowers, so delicate in form yet strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in life yet long on effect, a single bud can win hearts which million wars cannot handle.
Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out-values all the utilities of the world. A flower’s appeal is in its contradictions – so delicate in form yet strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in life yet long on effect, a single bud can win hearts which million wars cannot handle.
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning. The actual flower is the plant’s highest fulfilment. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.
It's both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply, Making channels bypass so swiftly. She screamed at the top of her lungs, While looking at the stars and felt all the faults, -a haze of smoke is dangling by default. Being materialistic is the only thing she never applies which is far beyond her nature, … Continue reading Blessing and Curse
I opened a blank page and decided to write something, the first thing came into my mind is, what to write? Where to begin from? Is this the perfect time to write? all I see is this blank page color is white, crumpled too! so this is the New Year with several thoughts and fears, it would … Continue reading Opened A Blank Page
افسانے بہت سے ہیں اور بھی لیکن اپنی کہانی آپ خود بناتے ہو. کسی کی ذندگی کو دیکھ کر مائل ہونا کوئی بری بات نہیں ہے لیکن اس کے جیسی ذندگی کی آرزو رکھنا غلط ہے خود کے ساتھ اور ان کے ساتھ بھی جو آپکی سے وابستہ ہیں .آپکی سوچ کا بھنور ہی آپکو ایسی جگہ ڈوبو دیتا … Continue reading ٹھیک تو کوئی بھی ہو سکتا ہے