Empty Bowls

Being labelled as ‘a misfit

who thinks’, I was protruded

by the machines operating

a practical world.

I had an option none, but to

frequent the gathering of thoughts;

the lifeline for a dying

heart and mind.

Its only there where I

caught the addiction

of sipping poetic words.

These days when food shortages

are grave, I almost suffocate

when the bowls are empty.

Mauth Aayee Tau So Laingay!

Jeewan Zehr Bhara Sagar

Kab Tak Amrit Gholaingay

Neend Tau Kya Aayaigi Faraz!

Mauth Aayee Tau So Laingay!

Ahmad Faraz slept the eternal sleep last night at Shifa International Hospital Islamabad where he was being treated for a plethora of ailments. Words turn meaningless to describe the stature of a personality like Faraz who himself was a master knowing how to use words to mesmerize the world. One of the greatest romantic poets of all time, Faraz is no more with us.

May his soul rest in peace!

Happy Independence Day!

The nation Pakistan is celebrating its Jashn-e-Azaadi today. The day reminds us the sacrifices our ancestors rendered to make freedom a possibility. All these passed years, a lot has happened to the body politic and the concept behind the creation of Pakistan. We lost our eastern part besides experiencing lots of cracks in our unity and cohesion as a nation courtesy a plethora of reasons yet one doesn’t lose hope whenever one sees the passion and spirit of Pakistanis each year on 14th August.

To me todays celebrations were really heart warming as we are finding our nation faced with a challenge of survival courtesy the inner and outer threats. Seeing people flocking the roads of Rawalpindi and Islamabad to express their emotions towards Pakistan has been a great relief as it refreshed my belief in the Patriotism of a common Pakistani. With the reiteration of our connection with this pure land we will surely be successful to repel the propaganda of cynics that we can no longer survive together.

May Allah Preserve the unity of Pakistan and may we come out of this quagmire of challenges unperturbed! Amin!

Pakistan .. Jiyo hazaro’n sal!

Let The Brown Of My Body: By Yousaf Abbasi

This book called ‘The Roses Bleed’ by Yousaf Abbasi is a pure gem for its apt expression of patriotic thoughts. Published in 1990 it encapsulates poems ranging from the pakistani perspective to that of the freedom stuggles which were going around in different parts of the world like in Afghanistan, Kashmir, Palestine, Eriteria and Africa. The author has a heart steeped in humanity and his poems have the strength to seep into one’s heart and evoke the feeling of love towards one’s land and the people residing it. Below here is one of the poems I like the most in the aforementioned book.

Let the brown of my body

And the light of my soul

Mingle into purity

And spread on the whole

Over a land green with hope

And white with peace.

Let it be my lucky lot

That brown turns green

On some lovely spot

To wake the jasmine,

Let the black of my eyes,

Points of eager light

Shine again on a brow,

Darkened by night,

Let me pour out my heart,

In a mighty song

Like a villiage throng

O my country! O my land!

As a phoenix I shall soar on!

With all the brave elan

To you forever, O Pakistan!