The Poem of A Dreamer

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

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The solitary life of an INFJ

I am a sheet of paper White blackened by words Phrases smeared across Idiosyncratically irregular _ I am a predator Preying my hunt, grazing, Edging nearer I hear a gunshot And darkness _ I am a sailor in a ship Fearing high tides Lighting, darkness and water A calm ocean My wet dream _ I am everything around me. Lost, I find myself In words

A Poem about Guidance!

Retrospection It pleads, it calls, it shouts and wails Till all I can hear is a faint hoarse, a whisper and nothing more The calling continues The first step Uncertain and confusing, yet natural and instinctual Glancing to seek that nod of approval To go forth and leap into an endless abyss Covered with a dark veil of traditional dubiety The serenity underneath was left unexplored Chaos, abruptness, anxiety and stress My faithful comrades left me alone The path is thorned, unlit and slender But with a torch in hand the next step is clearer It's hard to move forward, if one tries to run And easy to walk, If steps are none, but one Reflection Beware of comfort, fairs and beauty For they can lead even the teachers astray O Reader! Read and memorize Climb is hard the summit, a reward The dive, easy But the flight, death ............. . . . . . . Onion

Two childhood buddies on an unexpected Adventure

The topic of my story is... Disclaimer : This is not a journal. Neither it’s a guide for the travelers. This is a story for the one who longs for adventure. It’s a tale of two friends on a journey. We are at around 14000 ft above sea level. It’s nearly midnight and we are driving through a dense cover of clouds. Actually, my friend is driving. I am just sitting in the passenger seat, wrapped up in a blanket looking at the road. Or what seems to be the road. The clouds condenses on the wind screen of our car and changes into rain. The fog is so thick that it’s hard to see anything beyond a few feet. The road is no ordinary road. It’s the highest paved international mountain road of the world. There is absolutely no barrier to one side and a sheer rock wall to the other. It’s scary, like being in a scenic nightmare. But, I’m too tired and sick to feel scared anymore. At the highest point of the pass we stop at the check post to cool down the brakes. My friend goes to take a lea...

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