Saturday, 18 March 2017

کبھی تم نے دیکھا ھے؟

کبھی تم نے دیکھا ھے؟
وہ باپ کی آنکھوں میں چھپا ھوا درد؟
جس کو اتنی مہارت سے ڈھک لیتا ھے وہ
کے تمہے گمان تک نہں ھوتا کہ اس کے رل پر کیا گزری۔
وہ جس کو تم غصہ کہتے ھو نا اسکا؟
وہ دراصل اس کا پیار ھوتا ھے
کبھی اس غصے میں چھپا ڈر دیکھا ھے؟
اتنا تھکا ھوا ھوتا ھے کہ مدتوں سونے کو دل کرتا ھے
پر تمھاری اک خھواہش پر جھٹ سے اٹھ جاتا ھے۔
دل پر کئ بوجھ ھوتے ھیں اسکے
پر جب تمھے خوش دیکھتا ھے
بہت ھلکا مہسوس کرتا ھے۔
تمہے کیا پتا کیا ھوتا ھے باپ،
سر پر اک سایہ ھوتا ھے
ھر آندھی سے ڈھکا کر، چھپا کر، بچا کر رکھتا ھے تمہے،
اور تم سمجھتے ھو کہ کچھ نہی کرتا تمھارے واسطے؟
کبہی سوچا ھے وہ دن کہاں گزارتا ھے؟
تمھاری ضرودتوں کو پورا کرتے کرتے وہ خود کو بھول جاتا ھے
پر کچھ نہی مانگتا وہ بدلے میں تم سے۔
اتنی پریشانیاں وہ دل میں دباے بیٹھا ھے
پھر بھی مسکرا دیتا ھے تمہے دیکھ کر ایسے
کہ جیسے پوری دنیا تم ھی ھو اسکی۔
تمہاری خوشی میں خوش رھتا ھے
کتنے دکھوں کے آگے ڈھال بن جاتا ھے۔
کیا عظیم ھستی بھی باپ ھے آخر
اپنی ھی آپ مثال ھے آخر۔

Saturday, 4 March 2017

NEVER ENOUGH (PART-II)

So about those "pretty friends", why do they get to have all the beauty and what am I supposed to do with this brain of mine? Sell ducks? Because people always see faces before they talk. And I am no Einstein, but at least, I know their tricks.

Aren't we humans fascinating? The logical ones yet the most savage, the most blessed yet the least satisfied.

I ask you, to paint a picture in your head, but with all the emotions. Let's suppose you made something, something with every fiber of your being, with every bit of your soul, something you've carved out with so much affection, so much love that there is no match. And you give it to someone, and they think it's not enough. How'd you feel? If they keep asking for all the things you avoided putting in for the good of them and yet they keep demanding them, keep blaming you for not letting them have those, how are you gonna be about it? Or else, what if you had already decided to give it to them later, would you still want to?

You have this complaint regarding people that they don't see your worth, they don't appreciate you enough and yet you do the same, EVERYDAY? My Friend, have you ever thought about the time when you'd stand in front of your Lord and He asks, what made you think you were created lesser than others? How are you gonna answer that? Because you thought so? Because people made you think so?

Humans! What a pathetic creation we have turned ourselves into? Hungry, parched, lustful for more. What we have is what we don't want, and what we don't is what we desire. What we can't have is what we'd run after, and what we don't deserve is what we'd demand. Because the heart wants what it wants or else it does not care.


Why do you think imperfections exist? Do you wanna live in utopia? You'll die of boredom if everything is just perfect and there is no goal, no imperfection to work on. And there would be a time, when there would be perfection, perfection for eternity, perfection you'd never be able to have enough of, it awaits you in the hereafter, and it's how you deal with the imperfections here that'll determine whether you're worthy of those perfections or not.

Wednesday, 1 March 2017

NEVER ENOUGH (PART-I)

So here is the irony.

I don't think pretty people understand the struggles we average-looking people have to go through, like every day. Like do they even know what's it's like to have a crush on somebody that is so way out of your league that you want to quit the planet and settle on Mars or somewhere else? Do they even know how hard is it to have your ugly day when you're not even good looking? Can they even understand the desire we have, to have a random confession over our "not-so-existent" existence?

It is so easy for them to deny our problems and go on rambling about their own. And are those even problems? So what if their crush didn't talk to them one day, my crush doesn't even know I exist, or worse, he might think I am some sort of a creepy stalker.

I don't think they understand the meaning of the term "getting noticed". When the spotlight is always on them and they are so blinded by it, it's hard to make a point.

And why on Earth would they not be satisfied with themselves? I mean, you freak, you're basically goals. Have you met us, potato-heads?

And I don't think they appreciate us enough for not being a competitor. Well now that I have mentioned it, I don't think humans have this ability to appreciate what they have, do they? You do so much for them, you put in your effort, your love, and at the end of the day, they'll only remember what you didn't do for them. Can they just not, for a moment, be grateful for everything that has been done for them?

No matter whatever you do, humans just never have enough.

Are you still waiting for the irony or have you already found it, you mind-freak?

(I'll be back.)

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