Silence sometimes is suffering unsaid….
Silence sometimes means a mountain of words utterly unspeakably unorganized…
Silence is a recipe for misconstrues
Silence is also a relief from the burden of words
Silence is a veil of the mind and it’s contents
Silence is anything but silent noiselessness……
Its a loud or soundest expression which can never be known till the pact of silence is intact….!!!!!!
Jul 15, 2022
Jul 15, 2022 at 4:40 AM UTC
Zahir se mat tolo faqat meri zeest ka mayaar...
Ahem ke saare mudde to chupe hue hain yaar...
Pal pal mein kitna jeete hain marte hain kitni baar...
Pal pal se seenchi umr ka kaise karo Hisaar...
May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022 at 3:10 PM UTC
There’s a little corner in my heart
Which is bespoken from the start
I used this corner on my own
For a little moment all alone
This corner was a precious bit
I let no one but myself sit
It was reserved for the precious one
No one but me was that person
My love with me this corner saw
I could safely let me here thaw
Then one day my heart saw a rush
All around there was a gush
It’s beats reached up peaks really high
And Every inch let out a sigh
It was the day you entered here
Awed my heart you musketeer
You searched around for a living space
In that corner you found your place
An invasion I couldn’t stop
Your charm was making my heart throb
I tried to get you out of there
After all this was all my sphere
I heard a voice in the background run
Isn’t this space for the special one..??
I guess I loved you more than me
Coz in that corner I let you be
May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022 at 3:05 PM UTC
It’s seldom, that in such a far away land, we find;
Someone so generous, caring, considerate and kind;
It’s just once in a while we come to know,
To be of service to others- a person who’s taken such a vow;
Who’s wandered not from place to place
For better world and life to grace
Who’s forever taken what came in
Without contempt or complaint and with just a grin
Who firmly believes in lending a hand
And give support to those leaning to stand
Who’s sweetened the lives of those he knew
Sure such people exist rare and few
Who’s made it a part of his personality
To serve the cause of all humanity
What must’ve inspired God to make
Just a pretty heart just for his sake
He’s a man so soft hearted and selfless
For him wordly matters are just worthless
Anything in return he wants not
Just content with the happiness got
He’s filled with love and compassion for all
His greatness makes us all so small
Who’s always spread happiness from the start
No doubt it’s difficult for us to depart
I pray, the way he’s been to all
May life’s same blessings on him befall..!!
~Noorulain Sulemani
May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022 at 3:05 PM UTC
Get ready…
Get ready for the initial teeny weeny troubles…
Which as the baby grows up - doubles..!
Get ready for the sounds of never ending cries…
And ofcourse the stains of dropped pies..!!
Get ready for the patches of spilt milk…
So better store in your sarees, all those that are made of silk..!
Get ready to find teddy’s and goofy’s and other stuffed toys all lying here and there..
Not forgetting the guns, dolls and brick games scattered everywhere..!!
Get ready for the sleepless nights..
And with the baby around - no dreams of queens and knights..!
Get ready for the messy marks of ******
Which often don’t count a lot, after those wetty loving little kisses..!!
Get ready for those around the house walks..
In making the baby sleep and in return get those ununderstood squeeky baby talks..!
Get ready for those lovely moments of love and affection forever..
And cherish these with tender touches which can be forgotten never..!!
Get ready for a whole lot of change - an absolutely new life..
I’m sure which you can tackle for you’re a wonderfully efficient wife..!
And yeah..! Be sure to get ready when the baby says - “mother”
Do get me another nice and chubby naughty little brother…!!
And this one here is a very small prayer…
Which comes from the bottom of my heart—
For all i can do
In helping you
Is that I can be here and pray
Be the baby hale and hearty to God in my prayers is all I say..
May all dreams that youve seen and have believed in come true..
And may life be smooth and happy and gay and bright for both baby and you…
May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022 at 11:47 AM UTC
“It was the first snowfall of the year. ......"
Standing by the window pane , I could see the snowflakes take its place, slowly, one by one upon the bench by the backyard. Just like I could feel the winter our relationship had for the first time experienced. Cold moments were taking its place now upon our once really warm association.
Last night was the first night that we had slept without that warm snuggly embrace. How could he have forgotten that we had decided never to sleep over a row?
How could he have been so sound asleep when I was struggling to stop the flow of those tears?
How could he not feel, hear, sense my despair over such a cold indifference?
Was I overreacting?
May be.
But never before had he left me weeping like that and turned over to the other side and calmly coldly slept through the night.
I imagined that the morning will bring a heart warming smile and in an instant melt away all of those frozen feelings of sorrow to give way to a beautiful spring of love that which always flowed from the depths of his heart to merge with the ocean of love in mine.
But the morning brought extended disappointment as he dressed up in the same cold indifference and walked off to continue the day. Leaving me with a shuddering shiver and a taste of the first snowfall of the year. ...........
“Winter had arrived....”
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 8:08 AM UTC
.....and then it came.....unalarmed. ....sudden.....the slap on her face. ....
The argument had started the previous day. The matter didn't even matter as it was so trivial. But the fight was big.
She first made her timid suggestions and then put them a bit firmly as she strongly believed in the plan....A plan they had both carefully plotted ......she cud not fathom the sudden change and he cud not fathom the disagreement. ....
Two years into the marriage. ...still primitive. ...still raw. ...still fresh. ...still. .........
She hadn't quiet recovered from the shock of what had just happened when the phone rang. ....one hand on the cheek she answered the phone with the other. ....
Mom it had to be. ....
"Happy birthday to you meri jaan...."
"Did you already get your birthday gift. ..???!!!"
"Thanks Ammi....Oh yes I did. ...and I am holding it with my other hand....."
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 8:07 AM UTC
He hadn't seen her since the day they left high school......
And....now. ....here. ...at the police station. ......in the middle of the night. ....
He an average boy then, she an outstanding girl - what could have conspired against her for her to be the girl he was witnessing. .?
As his eyes screened her shabby self her involvement with a bunch of people who's sordid deeds were being penned down by the cops, he was saddened - deeply.
He could feel his secret emotions flooding his heart back once again.
He slipped out the page which had her name off the pack of sheets of FIR's being drafted, as an IG he could risk this tiny bit of impropriety.
She was a rag, **** ripped and delirious.
He couldn't help but probe into the horrifying transformation from a brilliant, outgoing, multi talented, beautiful girl. ..a favourite of the teachers, envy of every girl and desired by every boy......just like the desire he held in his heart......
It was love. ........
Her love for the boy who's dream to be the topper could be true but for her topping each and every time. His lust for revenge dipped in a coating of fake love devastated her and crushed her personality down to scrap.
His eyes filled up for the first time since the last time he had seen her. His dry empty broken heart suddenly experienced moistening by droplets of long lost love returning and filling his heart and his life.......
Slowly but surely he was going to bring her lost self back....
Her revival now was his purpose restored....!!!!
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC
“Hum to hain bas parinde aasmaanon mein basar apna...
Kuch hi din ka theherna phir shuru hota Safar apna...
Ruke hain hum to bas jholi ko kuch neki se bharne ko...
Bulandi par hai jaana khoob ke us par hai ghar apna...”
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 7:33 AM UTC
Khoobsoorti sadaf ki be misaal hoti hai....
Raaz hai uska jo chipa us mein ek moti hai.....
Sadaf ke do pat gar misaal e miya biwi hain...
Unki shadi ka rishta hi woh chipa moti hai...
Naazuk magar bohot woh baareek taar hota hai. ....
Jo us moti ko bana ke haar apne mein pirota hai...
Lamhe se lamha judta hai to ek zindagi banti hai...
Aur do zindagiyan milti hai to ek shadi ki ladi banti hai...
Qadam se qadam milane mein khud ki pehchaan bhi khoti hai...
Alag se rang mein rangi phir shaksiyat dono ki nikharti hai....
Azwaji zindagi ke kuch apne masale bhi hote hain...
Kaanton se bhari raahon mein paththar bhi biche hote hain....
Zakhm in rahon par chal kar zaroor hasil hote hain...
Tab woh dono hi to ek duje ka marham hote hain...
17 saalon mein maine to bas itna hi seekha hai....
Hai woh kaamyaab rishta mohabbat se jisko seecha hai...
Sona chandi jis tarah ek aurat ko sajata hai...
Pyar o ehteraam waise hi rishte ko banata hai...
Wafa ka bhi to ek bohot ehm muqaam hota hai...
Qaayam uske dam pe hi to aitmaad hota hai....
Kuch aise hi to daqeeq yeh uroosi rishte hote hain....
Beinteha mohabbat se jinhe in jodon ne seechein hain...
25 o 50 salon ka yeh safar e taweel mubarak ** ..
Aapko yeh khoobsurat qaid e hayaat mubarak ** ..
Dua karti hain "Ain" laa zawal mausam e ulfat **
Masrur rahe hayaat, har lamha pur rifaqat **
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 7:31 AM UTC