A Kamikaze's Diary!

The tranquility I feel in the noise of railway station makes me lose my words, it’s like the unanswerable query of your favourite perfume. You fail to explain the smell of freshly cut grass or the pain one feels when love is lost, cravings for feelings that only the comfort of mother’s lap and a rainy walk can gratify. I first traveled on a train a year ago with a friend of mine and we thoroughly enjoyed it. Little did I know that this old-school soul trapped in a modern era body will never settle on a single rail trip. Once I booked a sleeper ticket to travel the long route from Multan to Rawalpindi. There are two people in a sleeper, it’s a normal compartment with two sleeping sofa berths, I was in luck as my second seat was empty too. Yet I only spent 30 minutes of the 13-hour journey in my sleeper. I kept wandering about, exploring, sitting in different compartments with strangers sharing stories like long lost friends. My wanderlust in general and this mode of transportati

Sometimes I get the feeling of dying, it’s a strong gripping emotion that makes me restless. Mostly I get this feeling before going to sleep or when I have (can’t disclose my disease but it makes me paranoid) like what if I never wake up again. I have a lot of unfinished business yet. Then I close my eyes while looking up and pray for one more chance.The truth is I am naive because I keep Allah’s orders at bay till the last minute and make my own goals a priority. I am one of the fools who think they will have a lot of time by the end of their life to sort out their religious responsibilities. Alas! Time waits for no one. The individual human lifecycle is in a constant state of ending. Even though nothing really ends but it does from changing perspectives. A Story About Ending I want to share a story of my friend who recently ‘ended’ his bachelor life. (May Allah bless the happy couple with success, Ameen) Our paths crossed first at the medical screenings for PAF. On the fir

A touch, a feel, and a glimpse All I had were three words of love چاند نے حسرت سے جو سورج کو دیکھا ایک آہ سنی اُس نے جب شام بنی دلہن A journey, friends and a few good books All I wished ever for, granted from above ‎ ستاروں نے عرضی عدالت میں ڈالی کہ بادل نے چھینا ہے اُن کا نشیمن My dreams, ideas and all the good deeds An intention could end? all that I was proud of لبیک بولے قطرے اور بادل بھی گرجے فلک کو جو پہنچی پکارِ مؤذن A unique spirit encompass the languages I urge you to dream, O! Reader beloved ایک جز ہے حمد اور بڑائ کی کوشش فرنگی میں خفیہ، صرفِ زندگی بیاں