Thanatopsis

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged by his dungeon; but, sustain'd and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.


Sobia Ehsan
31 Oct 2011 - Public (Google+)

Excerpted from Thanatopsis by William C. Bryant

Dreamer's Diary

And if I say, “To live means to desire”, this is purely my idea of living. You may relate living with food and clothing; others may term it as breathing. More elaborating “the desire”, is to think beyond the possibilities, leaving far behind the idea of time and space, the traditions, the norms. Believing in dreams as they are truly what happens in one’s life. Even life itself is a dream unless we woke up by the kick of death. Then we enter the world that is real without illusions. I am specifically concerned with the series of tiny dreams within the bigger dream of entire life. If one dream is shattered, try another. Rocked again? No matter, dream something new. No need to harness these desires. Dreamers can’t be tamed. Right now, knowing for the first time about the Trans-Siberian railway, one of the longest railways in the world, and passes through seven different time zones, ignites another desire deep inside my heart. May be tomorrow when I share it with my peers, they’ll burst into laughter and comment that why I always think of impossible things. Thousands of dreams shared with them and thousand ten times they have given same comments. But who knows the sacred light of conviction is still burning secretly inside of me. Believing that my dreams are guided by divine power, the supreme authority, Allah (SWT), I keep them adding to my bucket list. Praying, planning and trying hard to achieve them. Still I am not sure, I will be really happy, if I get them done. When time and fate doesn’t allow me to fulfill any of my dreams I transfer it to another list- the things I want in life after death. To no surprise the later is getting longer. Being very hopeful, I am very much certain to cherish them fully, if I get them when I wake up.

4AM

Islamabad

Chahat mein kia duniya dari, Ishq mein kaisi majboori
LogoN ka kiya, samjha-ne do, Inn ki apni majboori

Main ne dil ki baat rakhi aur tuu ne duniya walo'n ki

Meri gharz bhi majboori thi, Unka hukam bhi majboori

Rok sako tou pehli barish ki boondoN ko tum roko

Kachi mitti tou mehkey gee, Hai mitti ki majboori

Jabb tak hansta gata mausam apna hay, sab apney hain

Waqt parray tou yaad aa jati hai masnooii majboori

Aik awara badal se kioon mainay saaya maanga tha

Meri bhi yeh nadani thi, Uss ki bhi thi majboori

Muddat guzri aik wadey pr aaj bhi qayam hay Mohsin`
Hum ne saari umer nibhaye, apni pehli Majboori......!!