wo

wo
daer gaye
ghar lot-tay he bistar pr girta hay
aur thaka hara gehri neend so jata hay

wo
diary main
apnay khud-sakhta dukh likhti hay
aur skoon se so jati hay

Hug o' War

I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.

Whom I don't Remember

I wanted to write this earlier but I could not due to my roller coaster days. During last week every day I lived I was exhausted over my capacity. Though every night I wanted to spend some time with myself being reading, writing, thinking and creating but I couldn’t make it. As soon as my back touched the bed I was embraced by sleep. I am happy for this and I feel blessed that I got something that kept me engaged, something that consumed me, something for which I utilized my capabilities and something that lead me to a peaceful sleep. Anyways, this is beyond the scope of today’s writing. Yes, I wanted to write this earlier (since 3 days back), or I could have dropped the idea of stating any such thing if it were vanished from my mind during these days. I wonder how completely forgotten and unimportant events become so alive sometimes that we cannot ignore them rather we can’t get rid of them. This is magical, unexpected and purely undesired flash of memory which is disturbing me so much. On last Friday, Aug 8, 2014 I was on a trip with Quaid e Azam University. This was a short trip organized by the management for the workshop participants coming from all over Pakistan. Though I have visited all the listed places of trip so many times even then I wanted to go on the trip. I was alone in the group of many participants like me. We spent the sunset moments in Lake View Park and headed to Pakistan Monument. It was rightly then this flash of memory came into my mind. Girls and boys were singing songs. Sometimes I gave my fellows clues of songs to sing when they were having trouble. Sometimes I joined their chorus. But I was totally taken back with the memory. As if she was with me. I felt that its not a memory but it happened just now. I felt as if she has come to me right then. She sat on the seat next to me and turned to my side. She was glowing. She was smiling. She was happy. She opened her right hand in front of me. It had multi colored rings of glass. 3 or 4 I don’t know exactly. I was shocked on her boldness. I felt like we are all alone in the bus and nobody is watching us. It gave me courage and I looked in her eyes. They were gleaming. She forwarded her left hand. I learnt the desire. I took all the rings from her and put them one by one in her both hands. She didn't say anything. I felt she was thankful. She turned and walked toward the front seats. Neither I knew her name nor I wanted to know. I never saw her again after my university days and I never wanted to. But today I can recall that she had ordinary looks. Her attitude, her confidence, her boldness made her exceptional. Today I am feeling that she was special, she was exceptional she was art and I know this is also just a memory which will vanish soon.