mera nam likh kr kahin mehfooz krlo,
tumhari yaadon se, baaton se nikalta ja raha hai.
mere chehray ko kahin zehn nashin krlo,
tumhare khaabon se, nazron se nikalta ja raha hai.
meri chahton ko kahin samet kr rakhlo,
tumhari mohabbat se, wadon se ghafil hota ja raha ahi.
meri ahat ko smbhal kr rakh lena,
tumhari taraf ane se ab dil ghabrane lagta hai.
meri narazgiyon ko smbhal kr rakh lena,
Q ka ab na koi roothne wala aur na manane wala hai
Do you ever get that feeling where you don’t want to talk to anybody? You don’t want to smile and you don’t want to fake being happy. But at the same time you don’t know exactly what’s wrong either. There isn’t a way to explain it to someone who doesn’t already understand. If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting and being along never was. At least when you’re alone no one will constantly ask you what is wrong and there isn’t anyone who won’t take ‘I don’t know’ for an answer. You feel the way you do just because. You hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait.
You can never tell what people are thinking and feeling unless they tell you, and usually they lie. you ask them, “whats wrong?” and they say “Nothing.” You accept this because its easier than digging for the truth. people smile when they want to cry, they laugh when they want to scream and shout. they pretend like nothing is wrong because they dont want to face the truth. things aren’t always rainbows and butterflies, sometimes you gotta scream and cry your angers and sadness to the world, because you can only hold it in for so long before something in you snaps. so when you want to cry, cry. when you want to scream, scream. dont hide behind fake smiles, its ok to not be alright.
Give of yourself to those in need
a hand held,
a back washed,
a laugh sharerd
Give what is precious:
For giving is the slave that heals humankind,
the caulk that seals the crack.
It is a extract from a book which i have read these days and so i like this statement.
Since few days i m unable to write.. anything i want to write i dunt knw y?
since few days i m ill like hell
i dunt feel like studying
i dunt feel like doing anything.
After all it is just my final year, Plz Allah ta’la help me out in figuring it out
Anum Mohammad Munaf
Rubbles and casualties,
sorry and apologies
evacuation and protest
will never gonna end
fear, anger and hatred,
grief, misery and sorrows
will always going to hurt.
Hope erodes, Life corrodes.
Worries come in droves,
And happiness in codes.
It’s like a bald, wishing a bad hair day.
And the world just poses.
Along, came you and it all
turned into ashes.
sometimes in small and
at times in large doses.
Hard times don’t lasts forever,
Bloom on summer and
River that flows forever.