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

i dont knw :)

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.

fake smile

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.



im just me . and thats all I can be
no more . no less . no 2nd guess
i laugh . i love . i live . i cry
and some times i wish i would die
some day im funny
others im not
some times im in overdrive .
and i cant stop
you may not like me . but thats ok
this is me . and this is how ill stay.

A crack in forever

Give of yourself to those in need

a hand held,

a back washed,

a laugh sharerd

Give what is precious:

Your time,

Your Compassion,

Your strength,

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


ye khoobsurat masoom

Barish ke boondon se koi yad agaya.

Gilli mitti ke khusbu ne dil ko bah liya

Chiryon ke chahchaht ne bharpor sath diya

Aur patoon ke sirsarahat ne kami ko pura kar dala

Sunsan galiyan bni sabab us ki yad kiya

Is dheemi barish ne phr se hum ko rula diya

sunsan rat main kch rah gaye tanha

Aur kch us ki yaadon ne tanha kar dala.

Ek tanhai ka sath raha kch is tarah

saya bhe na raha hamrah kch is tarah

Par barish ne na sath choro kch us tarah



Uljhi hun kch is tarah

Gherien hain jo khulte nhe

Rahein hain jo sulajhte nhe

Uljhi hun kch is tarah

Kis ka aitebar, Kis ka bharosa

Na koi apna, Na ko paraya

Uljhi hun kch is tarah

har rah par kadam larkharate hain

har bt par lab thartharate hain

Uljhi hun kch is tarah

jis rah par chalte hun

jis rah par nikalte hun

Uljhi hun kch is tarah

dil aur dimag hamra nhe

koi khushi raas nhe

Uljhi hun kch is tarah

Uljhi hun kch is tarah

N here is a song which i love to listen


Some lines from past

I wonder… If he still loves me?

or in some days i would be only past for him

I wonder… IF he still misses me?

Or he is got busy with his own life?

I wonder… If still i m the one he’s dreaming of?

or new fantasies has been set up by him?

I wonder… If still he thinks of me before closing his eyes to get sleep?

Or i m worth something that can be replaced?

I wonder… If still i have his heart to help me survive?

or the one beating in me is just a small piece of it bearing all the love for him?

I keep and keep wondering…  But i get no answer…

I wonder… If still his curiosity of solving me is same?

Or i exist no more in this big big world of his?