Mat puchnaย 

Mat puchna ki kaise mera

Mahal toota tha sapnon ka

Auron se shikwa nahi

Qissa hai ye apnon ka

Boondein jo giri meri aankhon se

Aansu nahi, shayad armaan the wo

Apna jihne maane tha chala

Lagne lage anjan the wo

Phir bhi kasht-e-veeran se mai

Ek aas lagaye baitha tha

Aitbaar tha ki tu aayega

Mai aankh bichaye baitha tha

Phir aayi wo shab ke jisne mere

Sifar me bhi gulfam kiya

Be sakhta khushiyan thi jo meri

Ta’abeer mili anjam diya

Mujhe bhi munsif keh kar tu ne

Khadshat ko aise khak kiya

Vasl to tu meri ban si gayi

Par iradon ko bhi paak kiya

Kore jo panne the mere

Kissa tu ne agaz kiya

Tere aitmaad pe maine bhi

Tar pankhon se parwaz kiya

Kalam ki meri syahi tu

Tu jaam mere may-khane ki

Har sher ghazal ki meri tu

Tu heer mere afsane ki

Iztiraar bhi tujh se hota hai

Tere hone se ek sabr bhi hai

Qurbat to tujh se kaafi hai

Par is baat ki mujh ko khabr bhi hai

Tujhe chand to maine maan liya

Par shab tera koi aur hi hai

Heer tujhe mai kehta hu

Ranjha par to koi aur hi hai

Mai kar doon khushiyan naam tere

Par muskan teri koi aur hi hai

Gulab hai tu sabse haseen

Guldan tera koi aur hi hai

Meri itni hi tujhse iltija

Tanha chhod na jana tu

Likhna jo tu ne agaz kiya

Anjam tak sath nibhana tu

Meri raaton pe hai haqh jo tera

Be khauf wo jatana tu mujhse

Mayassar hoon sehrish me bhi

Aur ahad hai mera ye tujhse

Lail me chirag ki shamma tu

Parwane sa mandrana hai

Jeena hai tere lafzon me

Aur inme hi fana ho jana hai

– Yusuf Jawaid

Name this please

While I was walking down that road
I was half awake and half asleep
Then I passed by you and you smiled at me
And that moment stretched for eternity
And my purpose of stepping out of my precious sleep 
Was complete

Didn’t left with anything to do
I let my steps take me
In whichever way they fancied
Again I crossed paths with you
But I didn’t quite know how to react
To your ubiquitous smile
Do they demand an answer, a question
An apology for being late by by a mile?

So I chose the easiest way out
And avoided eye contact this time
I heard your footsteps pass by me
Your giggles brushed my ears as they went
And I was left in an oblivion
Devoid of sensitivity
Of time or date or existence 

(to be continued…) 

Virgin mojito and a bottle of rum

Chapter 1. Midnight memories

“Nay, but there are rocky mounts, and barren sands, from whence he comes, and more oft than not, not a soul is there for thine eyes to perceive.” said my visitor somewhat reluctantly.

“The fuck you going on about man?”

“But all that is there, the iron of the smith, the blade of the rogue, the plough of the reaper, the song of the lassies, the wails of the sick, the tittering of the rich, every piece of rock, every grain of dust, everything, belongs. Everything but him. For a poet he is, and outcasts poets are.”

“Dude, you stoned or what?”

It took him long enough to finish and longer for me to figure out what he was trying to say.

Last time I saw him was four years ago in England, somewhere west of Birmingham. My father had some work there and it was my birthday, so we thought it would be a good family vacation.

And here he was today, standing in my bedroom. Four feet tall at most, fat as a hog, he was a strange sight indeed, what with his fancy accent and all, and to top it off, with a pointed Gandalf hat on his head. He looked like a crossover between Gimli from LOTR and Big Ears from Noddy.

“And what about you? Didn’t you call yourself an outcast the last time we met?”

“Aye, but he is by choice, while me… I don’t even remember why they cast me out.”

“Okay. So you traveled halfway across the globe to meet me so that I can help you rescue your friend who you say is captured by some evil wizards.”

“True” he said, with a grin that bared his golden teeth. Or was it plaque? I don’t know. At least his breath didn’t smell.

“And what makes you think I’m gonna help?” I asked as coldly as possible.

“Knowledge of the fact that you owe me your life and freedom” he retorted proudly.

“Oh come on, all you did was guide me out of a tiny forest. I’d have figured a way out myself. I didn’t ask for help. I even gave you my jacket in return.”

“A forest infested with killer sparrows it was. You should be thanking me still for protecting your life, I fell down 3 ditches leading the way.”

“Sparrows aren’t killers! And you keep falling arse over tit because you’re so clumsy you trip over your own leg you dork.”

“Ye wouldn’t say that had thou been a grateful worm. Shoulda let you been supper for the sparrows”

“BUT I’M NOT A WORM. I’m human, and for God’s sake, get rid of that fancy accent.”

“A human? Oh blimey. You humans behave so much like vermins that I mix it all up. But fret not, fret not. I come to you then with a fair deal. But it is your birthday. You say it for yourself. What can I get you in return for your help?”

“You wanna know what I need? Well, a nice job, a condominium, jacuzzi, a GTO, and a pussy.”

“Ah, I knew not all humans are materialistic. Well said lad. They said men are all about money. But I knew at once that you’re different.”

“You really didn’t get what I said, did you?”

“A cat I can get you before dawn, and as for the rest, can you summarize that in British English?”

As we were talking, my phone started beeping. “What’s all that” he asked. “Just birthday wishes” I replied.

“Is it midnight already?” he asked and pulled out a silver ring studded with the largest onyx I had ever seen. “This is my grandpa’s lucky ring. Alas, he fell into the well that he was digging and passed away. This was all we could salvage. And this I entrust to you. Happy birthday young master.”

“Some luck it brought” I mumbled, and at the same time hoped that the falling into the well was not credited to the ring. Maybe falling runs in his family. I was amazed at the sight of it though. I couldn’t even guess how much it would cost, but it was a gift so I took it. “Thank you” was all I could say. But seeing what he was capable of parting with, I was now a tad more interested in his deal. Yeah I’m greedy. Problem Jon Pedley?

“For someone who doesn’t even remember his name, you remembered my birthday. You just scored some brownie points there fella. And so I’ve decided to take your deal. State your offer.”

“Now we’re talkin business. You help me find and invade the castle of the human wizards and rescue my friend and in return, I’ll lead you to the biggest treasure in your city.”

Yeah sure. For someone scared of “killer” sparrows, how hard would his “human-wizards” be? Prolly some kids from a Harry Potter fan club.

“All right then. If we’re gonna work together, I’ve got to call you something.”

“Call me by my name then.”

“And what exactly is your name?”

“Nutt E. Scroobawl. Tis been yonks since someone called me by name, seventy five and four hundred years to be precise.”

“They called you nutty screwball? I can see why. Guess I’ll just call you Tumbledore. Falling down holes and all”

Oh man, what an end to my weekend. Happy birthday to me.

Just wanted to say….

A post dedicated to a single person? Never thought I’d do something like this, but you know what Philip Stanhope says? “If a thing is worth doing, it’s worth doing well” and I can’t agree more. So here goes nothing.

I often feel down in the blues, specially when going through weeks of boring days at a stretch, and look up something motivational to cheer myself up but you know, this is one such week when I seem to have run out of things to read. So being the friendly neighborhood self-respecting author that I am ;), I decided to write something myself. (I know. Sounds crazy. But who says I’m not? ๐Ÿ˜Ž)

A week that began with a bad headache which gradually drifted into a fever, I recall myself feeling lucky that I survived the first two days. ๐Ÿ˜ฅ

This was followed by a freak accident where I hurt my knee so bad, I can feel it paining tomorrow. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

I went on to realize I had lost some of the most important documents of my life and the council had to make a public joke of it by making me publish it in a newspaper if I ever want a duplicate. (but that wasn’t so bad was it?) ๐Ÿ˜›

And I went on to cut my finger with my classic clumsiness (yes, I’m the Mr Crazy McClumsiness of clumsyville๐Ÿ˜ญ.)

“What could be worse?” a rhetorical question that I asked myself and God seems to like answering rhetorical questions. So this was followed by the biggest blow to my sanity. Losing the keys to my bike. As if my 10th results weren’t enough. I feel paralyzed. Getting a new key made only adds to my already pending list of ‘ urgent stuff ‘. Now where did I keep that list? ๐Ÿ˜‹

But things didn’t go as bad as I expected. Well guess what? The author who inspired me to start blogging, one that I look up to, actually liked my post and shared it on Facebook. Man, was I stunned๐Ÿ˜.

But even this dwarfs before that one person that I met, (well, not literally, on a social network.)๐Ÿ˜

Someone who doubts that I can cook.๐Ÿ˜‘

Someone who likes planning and has planned out her whole life including remote sensing and weather forecasting.๐Ÿ˜ต

Someone who remembers coming to my place and meeting me years ago and that I was wearing white and my sister something black-ish.๐Ÿ˜ฎ

Someone who clicks awesome pictures (but doesn’t sketch quite as well. My humble opinion.)๐Ÿ˜

Someone who calls me motu.๐Ÿ˜’

But also someone who made me realize that awesomeness lies right out of the window just waiting to be captured (and you don’t need a dslr to capture it. A normal Canon camera just about does the trick) ๐Ÿ™‚


That a perfectly beautiful moment is just a door away. All you need to do is open up. Even in the midst of all your screwed up misadventures, God sends something to help you cope along… You’ve been that something.๐Ÿ˜‡

And finally someone who shares my craziness, yet is serious enough to appreciate the kind of stupid things that I have a knack to write.๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ˜˜

So you know, all I wanted to say was it doesn’t really matter if you call me bro or motu or any other fancy nomenclature that you come up with as long as we stay talking as we are. You’ve made my long Ramadan days so much more fun in just a couple of days. Can’t imagine my days when your school starts again. ๐Ÿ˜

So yeah, coming to the point, I just wanted to say thank you. ๐Ÿ˜˜

And it’s still Friday. A day left for a crazy week to end. Let’s see whats yet in store for us? Remember, you took that picture on a Friday, didn’t you? ๐Ÿ™‚

An entertainment website “paranormal crucible”

So the other day I was really bored and while browsing through the newspapers I read of a site called

Later that day, while sitting in the loo, I tuned into that site and was seriously laughing my shit out. I mean really… how stupid can people get? Obama’s face on mars, a fish from mars, spaceships from mars. Soon they’ll say they found shit from mars. Latest… they say Da Vinci got his genius brains from aliens and what’s more, they even go to the extent of saying that the “Da Vinci” code is that Da Vinci was an alien. A word of advice to those paranormals- Da Vinci code is an awesome book by Dan Brown an a movie starring Tom Hanks. But it’s FICTION, not an actual puzzle for you to decode.

fuss bout nothin

Well guys and gals, this is the first time im starting a common blog for everything. Im very happy for all your nice reviews for my previous photo-blog and the sketches and other art-ware i kept posting on my deviantart profile, but i want this blog to be totally fresh and so im not linking it to my previous blogs. Hope you enjoy this blog as well and please leave your precious reviews, thats the source of motivation and energy for bloggers. Believe me ๐Ÿ™‚

P.S. this blog will contain some photos, stories( both fiction and from my own life) and reviews. Plus we’ll have discussions on issues of global importance ๐Ÿ˜‰ . Well, hope to meet you again soon.

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