New seeds

  O friend Why do you worry about the tales of yesterday? When today new seeds have been planted and there’s so much more to Flourish.


  I am not poor Nor am I rich But I have faith And that is enough wealth to last me in this world.  


Sometimes in these jostling days You feel so empty and numb Where you just want to crawl and daze You feel so faded, sunk. Wishing for something You are not even sure it exists. Maybe tomorrow the storm will pass by And the sun will smile Or maybe it’ll be another stormy day. But you…

Trip to Attock

Since  graduating this July, I have been meaning to go visit my grandfather and few relatives who live in Attock, Pakistan. The last time I went there was in 2011, so one can imagine I had not seen my grandfather for that long. It is in fact the longest time that I had gone without visiting…


    After all the waiting and wondering, it will finally hit you. It is fear and the barriers we created ourselves that are stopping us from where we want to be.


    Learning to be alone and liking it,is a type of art that has the highest value of inner peace.


  Some loveships are not meant to be understood by others. It is the kind of love where they make each other crazy and yet no matter how far they drift away..they always find their way back to each other. A.R

A little too late…

Life plays silly games with us. Throwing us someone who feels so damn right yet so wrong. And eventually without a confession, we leave walking away hand in hand with someone else and wondering…  what if they felt a little something too? Study medicine in Europe


    I tried so hard to bury the sorrows Wrapped six feet in intoxication But they always came back stronger. Until I learned to plant a seed on the ground Now I’m blooming day by day.      


  There is something about the way your body ignites every inch of my bare skin into a whole universe.  


  Do you remember yesterday We were waiting for today Now today is here but We are waiting for tomorrow. We were daydreaming Of all the possibilities of tomorrow Yet we are waiting for something to change When the change has been aching in our hands All along…  


She will try to create art in your heart Only to learn she is not an artist But a replica of the one you broke. She will try to sip away your tears Only to end up drowning in her own. She will try dip your darkness in colour Not knowing your rainbow has passed….