Posted in Descriptions, Love, My Published Poetry, My Random Thoughts, My poems, Personal, Poetry, Published Poems, Rain Poems, Random poetry, fiction, inspiration in poetry, longing, metaphorical, tagged Craving, Disloyalty, Dopatta, Embroidered Flowers, Flowers, Published In Us Magazine, rain, Seasons Of Love, tears, Unfaithfulness, Wilted Leaves on October 9, 2009 | 14 Comments »
The flowers on your
embroidered dopatta would
remain fresh,
(like the ones I would place
in your locks)
soaked in the midnight rains
of your eyes;
now, sighs, that formed
the thick rain-clouds
are no more to rise
as you trample the wilted
leaves of our blooming love
evoking thoughts
of an autumn that came too soon
P.S: I was taken by a pleasant surprise to see a publication [...]
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Posted in Love, My Random Thoughts, My poems, Personal, Random poetry, fiction, longing, metaphorical, tagged Fruit, heart, Indifference, Love Tree, melancholy, metaphorical, Pain, Soul on June 13, 2009 | 18 Comments »
It was succulent
with red, luscious blood
as it fruited
on a stalk of love, rooted
in the very soil
I’ve been molded from.
It waited to be plucked
and savored,
but a stone of indifference
burst it into a spill
of scarlet pain
which absorbed
into the very soil
I’ve been molded from.
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Posted in Love, My Random Thoughts, My poems, Random poetry, fiction, longing, metaphorical, mysterious, society, tagged Eternity, Silence, Songs Of Silence, Souls, The Language Of Silence on June 6, 2009 | 12 Comments »
The symphony of your soul
harmonized with the beats
of my heart
in a melodious tune,
which nature composed,
echoed in ourselves
but the orchestra faded
in the rising clamor of a
scornful throng – they feared
music may enchant us
to the forbidden tracts of love.
We laughed at their naivete
as we sailed above the reach
of their graveling din
to share the songs of our silence
and [...]
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Posted in Descriptions, Love, My Published Poetry, My Random Thoughts, My poems, Random poetry, fiction, inspiration in poetry, metaphorical, tagged moon, night, Reality And Dreams, Shattered Dreams, Sun, thoughts on April 28, 2009 | 22 Comments »
When the moon feeds
on the residue
of a dying fireball,
I replenish my thoughts
with the wicks of a zillion candles–
extending from the canopy
of a dark night
before the moon is blindfolded
by the beams of a rising sun,
and my dreams, crumble
in the working hours,
snuffed by heavy feet,
rushing to make ends meet.
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Posted in Descriptions, Excerpts From Favorite Books, Inspiration in prose, Mothers, fiction, metaphorical, mysterious, tagged Arundati Roy, Axcerpt, Favorite prose, melancholy, The God Of Small Things on March 19, 2009 | 11 Comments »
I haven’t finished it yet. I’m in the midst of the novel and I’m totally awestruck by the sheer class of Arundati’s writing style; the structure of her sentences, the diction, the punctuation and the similies– Ah! the magnets!.
I couldn’t resist to share with you an excerpt where the writer details the procedure of the [...]
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Posted in Descriptions, Inspiration in prose, Love, My Random Thoughts, My poems, Personal, Random poetry, fiction, inspiration in poetry, longing, metaphorical, tagged childhood, Hide and Seek, longing, Love, melancholy, nostalgia, Pain, Valentine Poem on February 14, 2009 | 19 Comments »
Call it prose, or a prose poem but it is rough for sure. Its more or less sort of a forced vent which had to be written and posted just for the sake of pouring out a random idea that lurked in my mind for a few days. Hope it isn’t offensive to those who [...]
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Posted in Hope, Love, My Random Thoughts, My poems, Personal, fiction, inspiration in poetry, longing, tagged A Source Of Joy, Dawn, Depressed Thoughts, Gloom, Hopes, Islamabad, mind, thoughts, Winter Evenings on January 9, 2009 | 17 Comments »
On a wintry Islamabad
eventide, the clarity of
my mind was fogged
by the gloom, lurking
in the horizon
all the day long,
wary of the mighty sun,
waiting for it to depart.
Amid the rule of dark,
the golden countenance
of your thoughts
burst like a dawn,
splashed through
the curtains of
my numbed vision,
and the future looked
as resplendant
as an ever-lasting morn.
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It was a prominent private hospital where people from every nook and corner of the country would come to seek cure of their ailments. The news of Mr. Abdullah’s kidney transplant surgery spread in the area like a wild fire.
On the day of the operation the hospital was filled to the full by a multitude [...]
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This is Syed Aadil Omer, a wanna be optimist carrying the fantasies of a developed, progressive, prosperous and enlightened Pakistan in my eyes
