Emptiness

Walking in emptiness
wondering for meanings
of my being
I find none
joy, pain, light or shadow
but emptiness prevails
and, nowhere to go.
Here I am today,
tomorrow I will be gone.
Longing and suffering
for things- should be done.
Life is disparity
(I hope) breaking into the dawn.






Sobia Ehsan (NUST, H-12, Islamabad)
November 10-11-12

Happiness is everywhere for everyone.

If happiness were ever possible through money and luxuries, rich men would have never been gloomy. Seasons of life are never permanent. Flowers bloom in the spring and get gloom in the autumn. As Spanish proverb states, "There is no happiness, there are only moments of happiness" 

Happiness is not an apple which falls itself or one easily plucks it off. Indeed it is a road which is rocky, rigid, dried and thorny. One has to stand insuperable but he shall find himself frequently unhappy on the road unto happiness. As an old proverb says, “Call no Man Happy till he is Dead.” Indeed, we live, expect, desire, feel panic and never live permanently happy. 

Undoubtedly, route of happiness gets never completed; it is always under construction. 

Therefore, one must try to do noble deeds that give joy to one's soul, the deeds for betterment of humankind. Every individual should strive hard to help in constructing the road to happiness not for himself only but for others around. This might help one to find the treasure of rejoice hidden in others happiness. 

Eternity

And on this path, there befell whatsoever befalls always,
Why lament over it, and why accuse.
And however it came, when oblivion came
Either as an avenger or the aspect of love
This is how we must say adieu.
The sore of heart have gone to their peace, God be praised!
And the sweetness of the lips endures yet, Thank the Lord!
The blessed sleeping the sleep of the blessed
The wanderer taking the pathways once more.
My secret longings,
My dreams and my passions
All the dreams and all the passions which had lived for you
Fail to find the life anew.
Like a song without words,
This neither begins nor ends.
This is eternity.

Sobia Ehsan (NUST, Islamabad)
September, 2012

P.S.: I miss you Abu Ji

Aik Khat

Buhat muddat nahi guzri
Humaray rabt ko tootay huay
Sadian nahi beetien
Tumharay khat ko parhtay he
main pehlay say xiada muztrib, be-chain hoti thi
Tumharay qalm ki jadoogari
tumharay zehn k sb naqsh lafzo'n main smoti thi
Musalsal piyar ki qasmain;
Aadhay adhooray vasl k vaday;
main hr dam khojti rehti;
her aik ik lafz ka mafhoom
khud say poochti rehti.

Magar ye khat!
k is kaghaz k tukray pr
siwaye nam k meray
tumhain kuch bhi nahi soojha.
Ye kitna khoobsurat hay!!


Swaiba EA

Travelling Experience

This is one of my dream travelling. I am going home by train. What a journey. I am cherishing this moment alone. Though it was not supposed to be like this. Still I am happy to do it alone because I am no more in limbo. I have started to live my own. Life is like this. Time didn’t stop for my grief or this world. Life is too short to wait for someone. Especially when one knows that nothing can happen now. Decisions were made in heavens that we were not to unite. It’s almost one year we talked softly to each other. Still he is living in me. Every moment he is in my mind. He made me to dream a lot. I was always outrageous but not such practical. Now one can call me seasoned. 

This is so beautiful. Everything is neat as it rained most of the province. Sky is still cloudy. This is upper class AC parlor. Nonstop rail car from Islamabad to Lahore 700 am. Two executives are sitting next to me. Three ladies are travelling to visit their relatives in Lahore. A gang of university guys and gals is sitting behind. I can listen their chit chats and cutting jokes on each other. Railway has served the breakfast. I haven’t done with it but I think its bread and butter. The train has passed through a tunnel and now its banjar all around. It’s a nice beginning. But I don’t know what would be the end. The memories are going to kill me. But I such a dheat that I’ll keep on living. We watched Ijazat last night. Meray dil main itna dard hay k bass. Yeh wapsi ka sfr hmesha he bra kathan hota hay. Allah asaani kray.Amen!

Blue Dust

A green breeze sweeps us up,
In slow mornings of dazzling jasmine
Waking us to red grass
Sliding beneath our feet.

We live in the shade,
You and I
The cold white light between us.

Allama Iqbal Int. Airport, Lahore

Pehli Barish

main ne jab likhna seekha tha
pehlay tera naam likha tha
main wo sbr-e-sameem hoon jis ne
baar amanat sr pe lia tha
main wo ism-e-azaam hoon jis ko
jinn-o-malak nay sajda kia tha
tu nay kion mera hath na pakra
main jb rastay say bhatka tha
jo paya hay wo tera hay
jo khoya wo bhi tera tha
tujh bin sari umr guzari
log kahain gay 'tu mera tha'
pehli barish bhejnay walay!
main teray darshan ka piyasa tha
........................

tanhai ka dukh gehra tha
main drya drya rota tha
aik he lehr na smbhli warna
main toofanoN se khaila tha
tanhai ka tanha saya
dair se meray sath laga tha
chorr gaye jb saray sathi
tanhai ne sath dia tha
sookh gayi jb sukh ki daali
tanhai ka phool khila tha
tanhai main yad-e-Khuda thi
tanhai main khouf-Khuda tha
tanhai mehrab-e-ibadat
tanhai mimber ka diya tha
tanhai mera pa-e-shikasta
tanhai mera dast-e-dua tha
wo jannat meray dil main chupi thi
main jissay bahar dhoond rha tha
tanhai mere dil ki jannat
main tanha hoon, main tanha tha


By Nasir Kazmi