Saturday, May 26, 2012

FACE OF JOY

                      Sorrow turned to joy,
         vagueness brought tears to eyes; charmed
                         glimpse of my sister!


I always wanted to write about my cousin Bareera,the haiku prompt gave a chance, she is  my double cousin (both maternal and paternal first cousin) she is very special to me, her innocent love and actions fill my days with JOY and make the blues evaporate... saying nothing and strolling around me around the house, with those sweet actions made my days HAPPIER...
Longed for a sister always and she came as answers to my prayers... feel blessed to have her :)

The following post is written for the prompt this week, "JOY" given by haiku heights..

Thursday, May 24, 2012

BLACK AND WHITE!

I verbalize coarse,
Its forever black or white,
acceptance denied..!

Ask me precision,
why is honestly cast off?
I never praise two faced!

Grey, never adorned,
optimist nor pessimist..
Its just black or white


Forever we are thought to speak the truth but we often face situations when the truth is unpraising and people deny it.. we here in world are bound in to categories pessimists or the optimists, what if we don't fall in any of them.. are we aliens then? we speak without calculating, either its good or bad, are we the unsocial ones then? or are we the normal not-so-diplomat people?
A thing I have been pondering upon... I speak my mind whenever I can :) I don't follow either of categories... I speak black or white!!!


The following post was written for the prompt provided by ONE SINGLE IMPRESSION

CONCEALED FEELINGS

LAUGHTER is the cure to many diseases they say,
why didn't it turn for me a light of ray?

I make people laugh
but laughter never divided my sorrows half...

Many frowns might have I turned
still my SMILE is unconcerned

The paint, red and white hide my blues
Is there someone who can see my frantic hues????

The clown I am, my choice..
does this dolefulness end on my demise?


This poem is written for the picture prompt provided this week by The Mag

MISPLACED- A FEELING OR HABIT??

We wake up in the morning often deciding the day ahead... our school, collages, breakfasts, the bus to board or the petrol pump which is on the way to our destination... this is common with almost all of us.. but how many us have startled from their beloved sleeps and felt MISPLACED?
 


Here's an exemplary situation a normal person works or studies 6 days a week but when its the holiday, he/she still gets up on his scheduled time.. this is because of the living habit developed..  this isn't misplaced this is called discipline towards the schedule :) but when the same person takes a volunteering leave cos of any medical ailments and the whole day seems empty to him/her, that feeling is called as misplaced.. we are bound to our schedules so much that even a single leave from the work/collage makes the day feel long,gloomy and obviously boring...


Another question here stumbles in my mind which is the reason i narrated the whole story is... DO WE FEEL MISPLACED WHEN WE MISS OUR NAMAZ?
we sleep often never even paying heed to fajr the fact we don't pray tahajjud is beyond explanation then, have we ever gave it a thought there is our almighty allah tabarak wa taala waiting for our repentance and is ready to grant forgiveness? have we ever waked up with the thought that we are misplaced not because we haven't reached our work station but coz we haven't offered namaz? why doesn't our days feel meaningless and gloomy when we don't pray namaz? why doesn't even a tear of shamelessness fall from our eyes when we proudly follow the worldly schedules and not the schedules we are meant to follow?




This clearly shows the weakness of our taqwa, in polishing ourselves in the face of world by aquiring high graded education brilliant jobs and a contently living we forget the main purpose of lives on earth... when we realize our last cloth will bee nothing bt just a plain rob, the last destination will be a dark pit in earth, the taqwa has no reason left but to rise again.. when the feeling of being misplaced is touching our soul and knocking it for submission, dare any sleep touch your eyes then!... When the Imaan gets strengthen beyond limits, dare any reason hold you from repentance...


Give it a thought if you already pray fajar its now time to go for tahajjud too.. there no limit of putting taqwa in practice :) there no limit for loving our creator... Maybe it is time to feel MISPLACED and lead on a path of CHANGE :)

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

A FRIENDSHIP FOREVER :)

Today while wandering in my yahoo inbox saw something that made me shocked as well as happy... Wow! how amazing are friendships, no bond of blood.. but still pined with souls... I realized I have walked a way to a whole new relationship.. A profound friendship.. :) allhumdullila.. now the only words that I can think of is "Rabb-bni indaka baytan fee i-jannah" (I wish to have a home with you in jannah)

Spending endless 14 hours a day seemed so easy :) Dreaming of future's, sharing baseless ideologies and of course finding appropriate date's for each other :P, in these all was budding a friendship forever.. :) From a person who hated India, I was transforming to a person who can't leave India without already starting to miss India... 
To a person whose friends said him " get a life dude!" was a person who was giving life to me :)
In that unwanted tangled stage of life we both found a forever longed friendship.. A person whose so like me but yet so different, calm and serene yet there's always fire in him (not like me I am opposite in that case :P)
when I look back now I feel wow what a beautiful phase that was, a jeweled milestone of life :) 

Grown up in the past three years with you have made me a person I never imagined I would ever be :)
I seen the world in so many ways I could just have longed for, being your friend showed me a whole new world :) ALL FISHES IN THE POND AREN'T FILTHY!

Every single day what we met was filled with gaiety... lessons of life which no classes would have taught me were taught by you :) Accepted me for who I was,picked me every time when i fell into the dark past pits... gave me your shoulder when I wanted to cry, 24/7 on call... A person who stayed awake with my sleepless nighs became my best pillow and my favorite singer, A person who always gave a patient ear to all my rants on the world... Believed in me, no matter even if the world was ready to go against me.. Held me close when I felt lost, hid me in his world when I was urging to get away from my own world, hugged me without saying anything when words failed to get a voice and emotions bottled within...who else would have done that for person with an unknown scrap at orkut?

Every phase in life is a learning stage but there are very few where we find angels like you :) 
people who walk for no reason in our lives and at an unknown point become "one of the reasons of existence"
Someone like you is always treasured and One in a zillion :)

This post is dedicated to my first Indian best friend forever Junaid ahmed shadab :) >:D<
                                     
An era of changed me, came into existence coz of you, the forever optimist and my best friend, simplest philosopher, partner and guide... love you!!!!! May these 3 years transform into many stupid and illogical years.... and we unite again on the day of Judgement :)



Sunday, May 20, 2012

LIFE FRAGILE LIKE FLOWERS

Crocuses symbolizes life, lets give it a thought, like crocuses budding into a bright color are children's emerging talents, The new life arises from the marrow of its ambitions and dreams... we start relying on talents and make a whole world of dreams we posses... slowly the single color becomes the hip of the flowers as our dreams become the base of our survival, ambitions..  there comes a point when we feel Grief, perhaps it accompanies when hard work is not sufficient...
Hope gives a willing hand to open the windows of opportunities, hard work now turns to a massive amount, as the crocuses flower also transforms into a contrasting purple later! 
Heart becomes contagious of gaiety when people start clattering in praise!

the heart longs the moment to be held in stillness.... the failure becomes a beautiful secret and we see our life changed :)

Isn't life similar to a flower, fragile yet developing and being the change...? :)
                            First attempt for: Sunday whirl

Saturday, May 19, 2012

A HEART FOR ME!

                                 Pined in hysterics;

                      bursting rage, anger; dismay

                   longs for pious heart!




I never find voice to my emotions and hence often end up with great loss, resulting in devastated situations, paradoxical questions! "why didn't I speak up, when I was supposed to!?" that's what I am usually left with in the end, but still My skeptical mind never allowed me to blurt out.. arrogance and two faced people always upset me, this resulted in the origin of the haiku :)

 

The above haiku is written for the Haiku Heights. The prompt for this week is 'PINE'. 

 

Hope you all like it and have a good time! :)

I OWN IT! DO YOU?

How many times have we decided in life that the ordeal, misery is now going to end? I am sure many of us might never thought of this, cos the cliche that's in our head "destiny is written already!" but its never written, our strong determination, believe nurtures it lets it take the twists and turns every now and then...

But whose destiny is it? Isn't it our own... indeed yes and hence we control it.. :) might sound really stupid to many people and crazy even but its the truth when we make our minds no matter what happens nothing is bad enough cause we already have seen the baddest and don't wanna see more nothing actually bad happens... we may think it is new development of optimism in us or maybe it just becomes a firm ray of confidence in our mind that our actually stop our destiny to give us bad... everyone owns somethings... firstly, its own life and hence we have the whole control over it...

A true feeling is strong enough to twist the whole fate.. of course it is developed after a firm relationship with our almighty Allah.. and once it is established we feel it as we do all other relations... the heart is the receptor not only to blood but to every love,hatred,envy,anger and blah blah.. before saying it feels.... and hence before asking we get things which we believe we want this happens with BELIEVE!

Believe that we can do it actually might not work as a magic wand and actually make it work but at least will give us confidence to go forth and execute it... after execution we witty humans already know what the result is... so what actually matters is the path you travel the final destination is always veiled within the path and unveils at every turn... we mark our lives hopeless after a few failures, why don't we challenge the failure and start from scratch again? we cant sit and decide that whatever happens will be taken care of, the effort has to be put in by us as no one else will do it for us.. :)

BELIEVE in yourself you have the power to turn your DESTINY!

Friday, May 18, 2012

MY FIRST EVER!

MY FIRST ATTEMPT TO WRITE A HAIKU... HOPE I DID WELL :)




masked world around me,
camouflaged life passes by
anguished innocence


Friday, May 11, 2012

JEALOUSY

The dictionary describes it as "the strong envious feeling" and the Wikipedia had a long story and detailed about it which by the time we end we scroll for other emotions detail called as boredom :)
The reason I took up this topic today is my own trait :) I feel myself jealous most of the times once my father said me the more you are jealous the more the person/thing means u and hence it is never as ugly feeling as people say it.. it good to be jealous.. :) as long as we keep it to ourselves no matter how much convincingly we show it to others they fail to understand and there comes the destruction :)

Starting from girls with blue eyes and ranging from being a bird,cloud,mud and so on.... I am jealous on all these things :) It does not mean I don't like these all or don't want to see them but it just shows my longing for them similarly when I see my OWN friend with someone I feel jealous that certainly does not mean I want to rip her apart or i want my friend to seeing her or blah blah :P It just means I wish I was in her place.. :) I never will be I know that now as I have realized that we really cant judge people if we never have walked in their shoes...i really would never want to cause the fact wont change I had always THE BEST shoes and I RAN the uneven road ALWAYS! some one else maybe walking the best road but never has felt the comfortableness in themselves.... 

Now the reason why jealousy got deviated to comfort ability because I personally think jealousy wont exist if we were comfortable enough :) I admit I can never be comfortable cos I always have been the restless curious soul as long I find comfort ability i am already into something else.. but who all will be reading this give it a thought were u jealous cause of your known lower strengths or cause you weren't comfortable withing yourself enough?

There are choices again, the word I hate ACCEPT and the most I love IMPROVE the choice is our to curb jealousy we can either accept the fact we are this way or either we can improvise ourselves... and be contented :)

P.S- To everyone I was jealous of/am, I am IMPROVING to be better than what you are :)
P.P.S- I love my friends and m always jealous of their other friends :):) always :)
P.P.P.S-There are many wishes of a stupid heart my varies both living and non living (clarification for being jealous of mud,bird,cloud ;D)



Saturday, May 05, 2012

DISGUISED PEOPLE :)

Many times in our uneven lives we see ourselves in situations where we all think paradoxically, we forget the best in ourselves and depend on our worst reviews given by friends, family or even strangers... 

This particular feeling of not trusting ourselves dwells in every persons life, we be on a peak where we struggle to find the truth with a ending hope that we find good in ourselves, and when it do sent happen, we give in to the worst verdict of others...
The cynical lifestyle makes us believe on the world more than anything else and finally we give in to it, ACCEPTANCE is the only name we give to LOST FIGHT...
The question here arises do we know ourselves even or do we depend on others for it? If this is the question then the other question automatically dwells how can we know others if we really don't know ourselves? and along with it, the curious mind cant resist but ask if we depend on others review on us, are they too depending on our reviews?

There might e many questions that can follow up once we start thinking about it...
But I finally gave in for the answer which satisfied me, maybe we the people have a tendency to not look into ourselves but we can clearly see others... the ones who are the bad critics maybe our foes or maybe disguised well wishers, who want us to work on those areas where we are miserable...

And those who are our good critics are our good friends or just people who think that's our minimum potential and don't think we can push ourselves to further limits..? If so what are the people called who sit by our side and make us aware of our flaws before the world see's them? friend or foe? or just a blessing in disguise? :)

Basing on this the whole definition of friends and foes change upside down and radiates a new and different look...  when we understand this we clearly know its time to change with a different ideology and a different outlook towards life... :):)

Friday, May 04, 2012

BOND WITH HEART, SEALED WITHIN SOULS :)

Its been a long time since I opened blogger and gave it a shot... apologies to everyone who has been waiting this long to hear about metamorphosis...

 This time I have a different tale to narrate... It may help us all see the depth of relationships in our lives, last Sunday when my mommy left for her yearly visit to Riyadh I had a strange pang in my heart it was that heartache which we usually have when a dearly beloved or more than that like our mom leave us on our own and we know we aren't going to see her or the next three months or so, a kind of feeling that develops in the little heart of the bird which is pushed by her mother bird from the pampered nest to spread its wings and fly, or at least learn to fly...  I was missing her more than that was afraid for maybe unknown reasons :(

 Well it wasn't the first time she left either but I had different concerns this time, an unusual loneliness was settling in me my dearest friends whom I consider the chosen gems by allah tabaraka wataala for me are away and some uneasy memories of the past were troubling me last year when mom was away I gave it a try to make myself comfortable with the world forgetting the fact my friends and family always made a lovely comforting atmosphere around and without this atmosphere I am not gonna survive...

Last year I face hatred, envious and rueful people... or maybe I just didn't satisfy their behavioral needs or demands WHATSOEVER :)

 

I was quite upset and worried what if I fall weak this time too coz its been a whole year and I am still trying to throw the pure hatred and negativity from my life... those feelings were settling and emotional emptiness and tears started to dwell when suddenly my phone beeped the message tone and it was someone unknown... ;)

a part of me said I should check who this is out (I usually ignore unknown texts) and to my amazement before replying to the text I knew who she was and with a firm third reply I said her stop playing this I know its u bil (that's her nick what i kept :D)

 She was amazed as well as overwhelmed and then demanded an answer like my own asking whats wrong with me to which I answered mom left today and I am kinda lonely now... She with an affirmative tone said never feel so I am always there, and will visit soon..  That feeling, that aura reflecting pure affection for you is priceless, once in a while, in a lifetime you have this butterfly feelings in you when some one says they are with you... come what may they will fight for you with everyone, your mom, your bro, your friend and maybe your boyfriend too :) well I certainly have got three such people apart from family... and counting many other future trust worthies... :)

 

Her words were so soothing like a hot cup of coffee in a freezing weather... like the serene cold breeze on a warm day, like known hand in the lost crowd..saying that she was missing me i visited her dreams and since then she was trying to get in contact when she wasn't from the past four months...:) her words were blissful when she said, she now realized what a true friendship meant when she felt my pain without even being in touch with me were so magnificent so affectionate and so warmth...


The only words which come on your tongue in this situation is allhumdullila ya rehmatulalameen :)

When from years you have been asking a sister and suddenly a whole grown up sister is right there by your side you need nothing but to be thankful... whats the need of praying for them when you have such a beautiful sister already around :) ;)

Faith is what keeps you going and Hope shows you the path as they both go hand in hand :) Alhumdullila Allah has been very kind to me :) and to everyone of us in one way or other :) the faith that the future holds something good is a hope itself and keeps us going :)

 

This post is purely dedicated to our stupid yet the most beautiful and caring BILQUIS... I will never muster up the courage to say her what she is to me but at least this way it will be for years :)


P.S- four years of friendship and i am looking forward to many more years :) inshallah :)

P.P.S- i already consider her my choti mommy :)

P.P.P.S- we see many devastating memories in our past and fall weak, but they are worth if someone like a true friend is willing to hold your hand :) :) :)