ALLAH SWT is Ash-Shakur. The most appreciative and ever rewarding. Rewarding? For?... Our efforts.. Do we make efforts?.. Um.. yes.. maybe.. no..??? Allah is The Most Appreciative.. Appreciative even of our menial efforts. Ever Rewarding for our efforts, our little efforts which are nothing compared to what our Sahabas did.. very small in comparison to this universe which ALLAH himself made for us. For which we owe ALLAH immensely. ALLAH doesn't owe us anything but still He is the One who is extremely appreciative. And even if we have taken our efforts a step ahead of that little.. its something more than a menial effort maybe.. but.. but.. we still do have our shortcomings and our misdeeds.. right? Our good deeds have shortcomings, but ALLAH is also Al-Ghafoor. He fills those shortcomings himself and then he becomes Ash-Shakur by acknowledging us and also appreciating us for our broken down efforts we make. Our misdeeds exists too, but ALLAH is also Al-Haleem. He doesn't erase the good that we have done for the bad ones. And again He becomes Ash-Shakur and still acknowledges and appreciates even the smallest bit of our good deeds despite the terrible crimes we have committed.
Will you touch the rose, Even if you know that It has thousands of thorns?? I did once when summer Entered the Garden of my house With a Tinker bell in one hand I Ran towards the Garden Of how I felt as if they are the Most beautiful flowers in the Entire universe with stars Embedded in them Of how naive i was to think Thorns are not stars but the Knives That'll rip my belief of everything Being Perfect & without any flaws Shimmering roses & sprinkled Sunshine fell for each other In that Wicked afternoon When the Gardner Turned His back to the Flowers and sunshine. But the Dripping blood from the scars That thorns gave me never Allowed me to let them enter The Boundaries of my house -Never
(Everything is not flawless)
Will you fall in love If you know that Heartbreak Will Break your soul into Numerous pieces?? I did, Once when the The Age turned 18.With those Love letters croon beautiful Melodies to me when i sleep Into the arms of the man i loved Never felt secured and thought That -That was the only security I needed all my life after killed By insecurities in the boundaries Of the "Home" for years. The Beard when touched the cheeks I felt as if it will sing a lullaby for the Pink blush that rose up to the cheeks But it pricked me like that thorn -The one's That scarred me when i was 8. When the Realisation Knocked Me on the forehead where he kissed Me everynight - I realised it was years Late of Conceit and Broken trust. The Touch started to burn me Started to give me marks on The Forehead where he kissed once Now the scars lived peacefully and Meet a new ones every other night.
1)Of how you spent nights staring at the Posters pasted on the wall (Atleast posters can call the wall their home).The Scissors never thought you are arguing back, The Razor lying in that corner never abused you and the Pills never made you feel as if you were some mistake.You never had someone who could have listened to your 2.am suicidal thoughts.You never had someone who could have suggested you to consult someone who could help you.You never had someone who can take the pills out of your hand and threw them away in that bin where your hands can't reach.You never had someone with whom you can discuss the queries you have from the early childhood to the adulthood that everyone claimed to be perfect.
(Try to listen to the sound of Posters -The One's with the motivation quotes and the One with N-O//T-O// S-U-I-C-D-E// Pleading to you to throw the Scissors away and to stop yourself for giving the authority to someone to rule your mind)
2)Of how you spent Your days alone with the scars resting on your wrists wrapped up in the bandage and the one that was changed everyday depending on the Harm you caused yourself for satisfying others.The Badge of Weird that they had gifted you Walks with you from day to night killing you with the praises and then how you go for a walk to release the pain that is ripping your apart with every second but then the trip back home how you return with a packet of blades and then making them sleep into the cabinate to wake them up at midnight to find solace when they'll touch the pink skin.
(Try to listen the sound of the skin that's been pleading to you to not rip it apart)
3)Of how you spent the hours with the unfair afternoons when the Anxiety holds your hand and tries to push you into the hole of misery.When you keep the bottle of pills handy and how you tremble when a known face tried to make a long conversation with you and how insecured you feel when so many smiling faces tried to contact you.How your breathing starts to get weird when you see a happy family walking in the park.The Pills never made you feel as if you are some mistake as if the pill never wanted you to gulp it.Atleast the Pill don't let you feel unwanted just like they do Riding on the bike of silence for the whole year.
(Try to listen to the sounds the pills made as if crying to stop you from gulping them because even they know You deserve to live and not to die)
The unwanted thoughts will keep running until and unless you'll put a fullstop on them.Until and unless you'll sprinkle the Spray of -Y-O-U//D-O-N-T//C-A-R-E Somedays you'll feel lost but try to give 1% to the positivity in this game of hide and seek and let positivity find you.Try to listen to the silence -I agree you don't go along with the smiling faces and the People or the one's claiming that they are so closed one's but try to Breathe the Motivation quotes that are planted in the posters or The one's you read to make yourself better -Read them more.
Days will come when you'll feel that -This is it.Exactly this has to be it but not the Time that you calculated every night that you live for but calculate the time with a due date of you to stop those things hitting you hard on the shell of your heart.Days will come when you'll Feel that the Razors were not doing well and the Blades started to get comfortable with you -Pick the razors and blades and throw them into the Bin -Don't wait for someone else to do that.
//Stop giving someone else the Right To break you, To make you, Your Life is yours to Live & Not theirs to Take Remember, That the sun waits to sprinkle sunshine on you, The Moon waits to drench you into the light of Positivity. "Just give a chance" Try to believe in the process of Believing yourself Try to Fight because You won't get a life to live Twice//
Some days are some days!! Tasteless,Boring and The ones That Freak you out even when You were looking at the trees of Oranges -I did freaked out when On a sunny day -A sunny orange Decided to fell on the Curls That took 2 hours to get comfortable On my head and then that Orange Monster made them shriek loudly.
/I Freak out when the Oranges stares back at me//
Some days are some days!! You fell out of words and Some days words fell on you With the Feelings filling Their cones of Ice cream Full of Insanity and Heartbreak Words turned Numb when The Crispy cone of hope started To break slowly and slowly in bits. The Fingers fought for years To Write that One word Which will turn the events of life, Which will turn the Breathing normal.
//I fail on that "Some days" -I really do//
Some days are some days!! I try to feel the feelings, I try to Keep them in the Pockets of my pants, I try to Hold them long in the Plate of Berries, I try to Mix them in the Strawberry juice and Drink The entire juice in seconds or sometimes in minutes, I can't hold the Breathing for long, I try to breathe underwater with water blessing me With Excessive Salt that I gulp everynight when i drink tears when I drown in memories. I try to Eat the Air that surrounds me On the days when the Naked soul Tear the senses apart leaving me numb, I Try to Kiss the Scars on the fingers, From excessive writing -Writing of Links that will link the Boundaries of My Broken soul with a Fixed soul.
//I Guess the Pockets of My pants are torn//
Some days are some days, When Love stories break the tissues When Death screams in my ears loudly, When the Depression takes birth in daylight, When the Anxiety Interwines my hand in its, When the Pillows don't let me cuddle, When the Pen tries to leave me alone, When the Books Rips my soul in thousand pieces, When the Headphones don't let me hear the Lyrics, When the Water bottles don't let me drink the last drop of water - Thirst for love will never die.
Anjaan raste se guzara na jane kaise un hawaon ne meri ruh ko chhu liya. Office pahunch fir bhi kaam mein dhyan nahi lag raha tha. Pehli dafa ghar jaane ke liye bechain ho raha tha taki main fir se wo raste se guzaru vo hawaon ko mahsus karu. Shyd meri chahat ki phli cd ho vo rasta chah kar bhi main vo khushbu ko bhula nahi pa raha. Lagta hai un galiyon mein mera humdum rehata hai. Yeh dil bada bekarar hai uss se milane ko jab main vo raste se guzaru vo mere samne khadi ho. Bas yahi sochte sochte pura waqt bita diya. Bahut mushkil se waqt bataya aaj ka.
Jab 6 baje main office se ghar ke liye ravana ho raha tha. Boss ne kaha ki main aaj night shift kar lu chuti kal le lena. Pehli dafa pata chala kisi ka intezar karna ksa hota hai. Main uss jagah ko usko janta tak nahi fir bhi usse milane ko tadap raha hun. Maina Boss se kaha ki meri tabiyat aaj subah se theek nahi hai. Aaj main night shift nahi kar sakta. Fir bhi Boss mujhe bahut force kar ta raha. Mere office mein bahut acha record hone ki wajah se aakhir Boss ne mujhe leave da de.
Main driving kar raha tha ki achanak mujhe "Hiccups" aane lage itna ke main theek se driving bhi nahi kar pa raha tha. Maina apni gadi side dekh kar roki. K wahan se ek Ladki guzar rahi thi usne mujhe dekha ki mujhe bahut hiccups aa rahi hai. Vo bhagte hua "We Met Restaurant" se water bottle liya aur mujhe diya. Jaise vo mere kareeb aye dil zoro se dhadakne laga hiccups bhi ruk gaye. Asia toh kabhi kisi Ladki ko dekh na hua na mere hosh udda na meri bechaini badi. Mein uski brown eyes mein aise kho gaya jaise vo meri chahat meri mohabbat ho. Usne mujhe pani pilaya toh uske jism se vo khushbu aayi jis ka nasha jo subah uss anjaan raste se chadha tha jo abhi tak utra na tha vo hi khushbu uss ladki se aayi vo hawayen chal rahi thi. Main uski aankhon mein kho gaya vo mujhse puchti rahi k main theek hun ki nahi.
I sat in the Train of Goodbyes On a Day when the Wind Wanted to leave for its hometown The One in the South -With few Of my belongings -So i remember When i literally begged the wind To take me with it.From that puppy Face that I made to convince to Closing The eyes baking cakes full of sorry named Cherries.
Of how We booked the Tickets, Of how The Ticket that the wind Got cancelled but when the Sullen Face of mine came in its view It finally decided to move along With me sitting by that window seat And "The wind" Moving along with me Of how Reading Romantic novels Irritated the hell out of wind Of how The Smell of Tea Wafted and when reached the Wind "How it craved for more" How that annoying person Sitting by the next seat turned The radio and that weird songs Left the wind to wonder "Does that mean only you are not weird" Leaving me with the chocolates of anger.
When the train stopped for a while, How i jumped into the puddles of water After that heavy rain that left the Romantic Songs to waft in the surroundings or Someone's heart too, Oh how the wind whispered "Have you lost it?? Rain is not good Of how i came to know that the wind Had some issues with the Rain Of how when it rained, Wind stopped moving with the train Turning my mood ugly and leaving me With questions of " What if its left behind"?? Of what we'll never meet again?? But it never let my tears fall, "Atleast someone feels that They should save me From falling into the pit of pain and misery".
How when the station arrived And the Sky turned clear, The Wind wanted to bid goodbye How on requesting the wind of Not leaving me between the unknown Faces and Emptiness -How it agreed (Atleast someone feels that they should Listen to the requests) Of how the footsteps stopped When house where love claims To live came in the view, Of how wind with the heavy heart Turned to leave but not before Kissing the cheeks and the Forehead Like a Person who Loves me the Most. Of how on entering the gate, The Tears were about to fall but again Zephry touched the cheeks and Sprinkled The wine of smiles and Memories on me.
//Years been passed,But Nostalgia of how It held me from breaking into pieces It held me from Drowning into Pain Years been passed,But Nostalgia hits Of how I fell in love with the witty zephyr Of how I realised the Meaning of true love//.
Kisi chez ki Chahat rakhna galat nahi fir vo Chahat kisi se mohabbat ki kyon na ho.
Kehate hain kisi bhi chez ko Dil O Jahan se chaho tarika agar pak ho toh do jahan hamari vo chahat ko hum se mila dete hai. Fir vo hamari kismat se kitni bhi juda kyon na ho. Chahat agar mohabbat ke badle mohabbat pana ki hai toh beshak vo hamari kismat bhi hogi aur humsafar bhi banegi. Bas itna dhyan rakhen ki hamari chahat jisko pana ki hai vo bhi hamari chahat rakhte ho. Fir toh yeh mohabbat hai agar sacchi ho toh itna kafi hai hamari chahat ka dil dhadkane ko. __________________________________________________
Zaroon ko chahat hai ek aise dil ki jo uski khamoshi ko padh le. Duniya ki is matlabi bheed mein koi toh ho jo mere busy time mein mujhse apna haq mange. Mera is duniya mein koi nahi lekin is baat ki taslli hai koi toh hai jo sirf mera hai. Koi toh hai jo sirf mere liye banaa hai. Uss rab ne mujhe dil diya hai jo sirf uske liye dhadak ta hai. Mana abhi hum mile nahi ek na ek din toh milenge. Jab milenge toh ek pal ko bhi judaa na honge. Bahut anjan hun apni kismat se nahi janta ki main jiski chahat rakhu vo meri ho jaye. Abhi bhi anjan hun main ki meri kismat mujhe vo da jiski chahat kabhi maine ki na ho.
Meri chahat hai ek dil ho jis mein jagah sirf mere liye ho. Un hoton ki muskurahat mein banu. Aankhon mein kabhi aansu na aane du. Main uski mohabbat ko na tadpu vo meri mohabbat ko na tadape.
Zaroon bahut acha ladka hai aur apni life mein bahut busy. Uska koi nahi is duniya mein na Maa Baap na Bhai Behan. Main zinda toh hun ek chahat dil mein liye. Us waqt ki talash mein jo mera hai mujhe mil jaye. K jab hum mile mohabbat hum mein beshumar ho. Agar kismat ke likhe mein tum na ho fir bhi main tumhari chahat rakhun ga. Bharosa hai mujhe apne rab par vo hamein juda na hone dega.