They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars.. Like petals from a rose.. When suddenly across the June.. A wind with fingers goes.. They perished in the seamless grass.. No eye could find the place.. But God on his repealless list.. Can summon every face..
Zindgi ik shatranj ki baazi hai.. Ik jeeti or ik haari hai.. Kathin raasta, dushwar raahein.. Ik sehmi sehmi waadi hai.. Kuch neelum jhilmil aankhein.. Jo Ghaat lgaye bethi hein.. Mere aks ka peecha krti hein.. Ik aah C dil me bhrti hein.. Udaas se chehrey har lamhaa.. Khamosh kahani kehtey huwe.. Kuch Khuwab adhoorey… Read More Bikhrey Huwe Alfaaz
Last week while I was out with friends, hitting the roads of Islamabad, cold of ongoing winter seemed to be at its peak. A capture of rain drops falling on back mirror of the car urged me to transform this hangout in some words which go as: Languorous glances of the Capital Through all my dreams..… Read More Rain in the Capital
“I would have been happy to lose, too, to be honest,” Federer said. “The comeback was already fantastic. Tennis is a tough sport, there are no draws but if there were I’d have been happy to draw this one with Rafa.” At the age of 35, four and a half years after his last Grand… Read More A Living Legend! His name is Roger Federer!
Federer v Nadal. Williams v Williams and a racist in the white house. Feels like I’ve fallen asleep and woken up in 2008. “A tennis masterclass” “A near faultless display” “Completely dominant” “Unleashed his full array of shots” “Inspired play” “Federer maintained his brilliance” “Federer completed what promises to be the first of many Grand… Read More Kings of the Ring- Rafa Vs Roger
Immersing yourself in J.K Rowling’s magical universe is always entertaining, we’ve done that since childhood until puberty hit us. Every thing around us has changed since the Philosophers Stone was released, our every perspective by which we take this world into account is altered but a single commodity isn’t transfigured as easily as Professor Mcgonagall i.e… Read More Fantastic Beasts that got caught on the Screen
Bel khati hui sarrak pe dheemi raftar se aati hui bus me swaar huwa aur her nashist pe bethey huwe chehrey ko perkha, sarey anjaan se maloom huwe. Koi B soorat Us K jese nain naqsh k mushabeh na thee. Mayoos ho kr apni prchi pe dekha. 2 zalli haroof me 10 darj tha. Nashist smbhali… Read More SFARNAMA- Teaser
While I was taking a lecture on IC engine last Friday, I couldn’t get some terms, got distracted and started observing other fellows of mine. I fumbled at my nerve, scanned the winter through classroom window, and couldn’t find anything except the silence that rolled out like an old… Read More Winter Scribbles feat. Emily Dickinson
Chupi Chupi Batein Dil me.. Chupey Chupey se Alfaz mere.. Chehrey pe Dekh K Naqab Logon K.. Tasveer C Bna Lete Hein.. Sersrati Hui Khamoshiyan.. Jo Raaz Ugalti Rehti Hein.. Oonchi C ik Udaan.. Her Pal Mujh se kuch Kehti Hai.. Manzil ko Khojta rehta Hu.. Her Pal kuch sochta rehta Hu.. Wo Baat Jo… Read More Anjaan Kahani- Latenight Writings
Ik Pehr.. Mousam E Bahar me.. Cafe k road pe.. Perhai K load me.. Dekha usey yunhi.. Us k Intzaar me.. Me kho gya.. K Ik jhalak.. Aa jaye nzar mujhe.. Aisey khawabon me gum.. Raat akeli.. Likhti Paheli.. Or jagey jagey.. Me so gya.. Ab to.. Ye maazi bnn chuka hai mera.. Kese mger..… Read More Latenight Writings: “Ik Pehr..!!”