"Chasing Cars"

We'll do it all
Everything
On our own


We don't need
Anything
Or anyone


If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?


I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel


Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough


If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?


Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life


Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads


I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own


If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?


Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
show me a garden that's bursting into life


All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see


I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all


If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Sleepless eyes...

Iss raat main jagti aankhoon ko zara ghooor se daikhoo..

Inn main buhat se khuwab soo rahay hain..

Agar aankhaain so gayen tou khwab jag jayen gay

Khuwab tou azaab hain na

Khwaboon ke azaaboon ka daar hee mughe soonay nahe daita

Agar dono !

Khwab or aankhain jag gayen tou,

Azaab kon jheelay gaa?

Aankhaain ya main ?

Issi liye main soo jata hunn

Orr aankhain jagti rehti hain….

War Against Terrorism

Mohabaat

Mohabaat beyaan nahe hoti
Mohabaat mehsoos hoti hay

Mohabaat jisam nahee hoti
Mohabaat jaan nahee hoti

Mohabaat roh hoti hay
Jab roh nahe hoti
Jisim may jaan nahe hoti

Mohabaat yoo'n nahe hoti
Mohabaat assan nahe hoti

Mohabaat may sharaat nahe hoti
Mohabaat la makaan hoti hay

Jahaan Mohabaat may sharaat hoti hay
Wahaan Mohabaat makaan nahe hoti

Mohabaat jeet nahe hoti
Mohabaat haar nahe hoti

Mohabaat may haan nahe hoti
Mohabaat may na nahe hoti

Mohabaat hoti hay
Ya Mohabaat nahe hoti

Mohabaat ik say hoti hay
Mohabaat hazarooan say nahe hoti

Mohabaat may anna nahe hoti
Mohabaat fana nahe hoti
Mohabaat asaan nahe hoti

Mohabaat deen nahe hoti
Mohabaat emaan nahe hoti

Mohabaat bus mohabaat hoti hay
Mohabaat lafzooan may bayaan nahe hoti

Mohabaat ansoo nahe hoti
Mohabaat aag nahe hoti

Mohabaat shereen'an nahe hoti
Mohabaat ghula.mana nahe hoti

Mohabaat tuj say nahe hoti
Mohabaat khud say nahe hoti
Mohabaat insaan say asaan nahe hoti

Mohabaat zameen pay nahe hoti
Mohabaat Asmaan pay hoti hay

Sleep come !!

Do you sleep now days?
Yeah! I can sleep these days.

Do you dream?
Dream! No, I go to bed when dawn is an hour away. So, I don’t dream.

Try to sleep early.
Sleep; I am not here to sleep, I will sleep forever, when I go six feet under the earth and soil will be my blanket.

Sleep come!!

mere jazbat, mere ilfaz nahe keh sakte

Words may define us and our feelings but usually they are a barrier, a hurdle, a thwarting force which prevents us from making a contact with others, even with our own self. So we are confined by them, within an unseen boundry.

Tagged

Tagged by Raajii

1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it?
Nah… No Scar…

2. What does your phone look like?
Nokia 6300

3. What is on the walls of your bedroom?
A Pencil sketch that my bhabi gifted me., A mirror, Speakers of home theatre hanging on each corner. Sorry no posters, twinkling stars that glow in the dark, my wall clock and a spot light.

4. What is your current desktop picture?

An athlete running in a blur photo
It says “Sports do not build the character. They reveal it”

5. Do you believe in gay marriage?
Gay? Yaakhhhh….. No

6. What do you want more than anything right now?
To be the president of USA.

7. What time were you born?
I am an early morning kid 04:30.

8. Last person who made you cry?
No one . I cry on my sins and ask for forgiveness

9. What is your favorite perfume/cologne?
212 for men, Ck 1

10. What kind of hair/eye color do you like in the opposite sex?
Black

11.What are you listening to?
Sound of the raindrops hitting the window.

12. Do you get scared of the dark?
I am absolutely in love with the dark.

13. Do you like pain killers?
No. Coffee works well :D

14. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
No

5. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
lasagnes

16. Who was the last person you made mad?
haha my bhabi…

Who was the last person who made you smile?
My Niece

17. Is anyone in love with you?
I don’t know :P . Do you love me ? hehehe

Last Night...

Kal raat jaanay kaya hua

Kuch dair pehle neend se

Kuch ashk milne aa gayay

Kuch khwab bhe tootay hoye

Kuch log bhe bhoolay hoye

Kuch rastay bhat’kay hoye

Kuch gard main lipti hoyi

Kuch be tarah phailaye hoye

Kuch khool main simti hoye,

Be rabt se soochain kahiin

Ek shaks ki yaadain kahiin

Phir dair tak jagaa raha

Ungli se thanday farsh pe

Ek naam bus likhta raha

Kal raat bhe wo raat thee

Kuch dair pehle need se

Main dair tak roota raha !!

I belong to you...

Main tera tha,Main tera hun

Teri yadoon main hun har dam
Teri soochoon main he gumm hun

Tughe soochoon,tuge chahoon
Tughe daikhoon, tughe paao’on

Tere shanay pe sar rakh ker
Teri khushbu main khoo jao’on

Tere gal’oon ko bossa doun
Teri bahoo’n main soo jao’on

Tere hathoon ko hathoon main
Le ker ye tugh ko main batla’oon

Meri jaanaan, tere bin na reh paa’on
Ke bin tere bus maar jao’on

Main tera tha,Main tera hun

Initially i wrote it with MAIN TANHA THA, MAIN TANHA HUN ....

Thank You LORD

Even though I clutch my blanket and growl
When the alarm rings
Thank you lord that I can hear
There are many who are deaf.

Even though I keep my eyes closed
Against the morning light as long as possible
Thank you lord that I can see
Many are blind

Even though I huddle in my bed
And put off rising
Thank you lord that I have
The strength to rise
There are many who are bedridden.

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic
When socks are lost, toast is burned and tempers are short,
My children are so loud.
Thank you lord for my family
There are many who are lonely.

Even though our breakfast table
Never looks like the pictures in magazines
And menu is at time balanced.
Thank you lord for the food we have
There are many who are hungry

Even though the routine of my job is often monotonous
Thank you lord for the opportunity to work
There are many who have no job.

Tagged!

Tagged by Raajji

*A* is for Allah Mian. My Lord, I pray to YOU and ask forgiveness

*B* is for Bikes, love heavy bikes

*C* is for Cricket. Use to be a big fan of it. No more interested now

*D* is for Desire. Thousands of desires, each breathtaking( Hazaroon khawahis-ain aise ke har khwahish pe dam nikle )

*E* is for Expectations. Give more, expect less

*F* is for Friends. When I find myself fading, I close my eyes and realize my friends are my energy

*G* is for Gravity. Gravity can not be held responsible for people falling in love

*H* is for Hospitable. Is what the people of my city Lahore are come and see yourself

*I*is for Identity. I am Shamur, you are not. Make your own identity.

*J* is for Journey. Journey of thousand miles begins with a single step

*K* is for Kisses. Telling you its the truth dont you ask why Kisses dont ,No they dont , Kisses dont lie

*L* is for Laraa paraa. My lovely jannu Nephew, I called him laraa paraa bacha

*M* is for Mother. Nobody can love you and care for you the way she does .Love You Maa
*N* is for saying NO, It takes long time to learn the art of saying “ No”

*O* is for Opportunity. “Knock” “knock “. Who is there? “Opportunity”. You are silly opportunity does not knock twice.

*P* is for Pakistan. My Heritage. My people. My Motherland. Would love to die for it

*Q* is for Questions. Yeah, I also ask loads of them.

*R* is for Religion. Why the fight against terrorism has become the fight against religion?

*S* is for Speed. Speed thrills, I love Speed.

*T* is for Tea. Can not spend a single day without taking 4-5 cups of tea or coffee

*U* is for Understanding. Try to understand the other’s viewpoint. What we do not understand, we cannot control

*V* is for Virginity. Nobody is virgin, life fucks everyone

*W* is for Wishes. No more wishes, I believe you should kill your wishes before your wishes kill you

*X* is for X-Effect. A big time fan.

*Y* is for You. This blog is alive because of you.

*Z*is for Zeal. I never want to let go of my passion!

I TAG : Pixie, Sadia

I... can... do... this

Always remember that no matter how many times people put you down, no matter how hard they kick you, scream at you, point the finger at you and call you a loser, no matter how many times you get knocked down, always make sure you get back up. There is no better respect than self-respect; they can't take that away. You are the one in charge of your own destiny; no one else. They are but an obstacle for better things to come. Keep moving forward and you will get there. Just believe in yourself for 1 darn minute and say, "I can do this, I... can... do... this." Scream these words loud to yourself, then see and feel the difference

I Am not alone

Jo Ankhain jheel jaise houn
Unhain darya nahe kehte

Jo manzar sha'har jaisa ho
Ussay sehraa nahe kehtay

Na janay uss ke dil main
Mehfilain aabad houn kitni

Akaila jo bhe baitha ho
Ussay tanha nahe kehte

Twelve Signs to know if you love someone

Twelve
When you are on the phone with him/her late at night and he/she hang up, you still miss him/her even when it was just two minutes ago.

Eleven
You walk really slowly when you are with him/her

Ten
You feel shy whenever he/she is around

Nine
You smile when you hear his/her voice

Eight
When you look at him/her you can not see the other people around u, you just see him/her

Six
He/she is all what you think about

Five
You realize you are always smiling when you are looking at him/her

Four
You would do anything for him/her, just to see him/her

Three
While reading this there was one person in your mind the whole time

Two
You are so busy thinking about that person, you did not notice number seven was missing

One
You just scrolled up to check and now silently laughing at yourself

Destination Lost

She unlocked the door and entered in room. It was her room but the way she entered, was not the same.
She looked at the walls as she has never seen them before, blood red walls; the room she use to call hot because of its red painted walls now for her was hotter then ever ,just like hell.
Tears fell from her eyes and rolled over her cheeks. Her feelings were altogether in contrast when she left in the morning.
She jumped on the bed, closed her eyes and took a deep long breath and asked herself.
“Who am I?”
“Where I am?”
“Am I leading my life? Or it is the life leading me?”
Whoever is leading was not the matter for her at that moment, the question was; where is it leading her?
For her, at that moment life was like stagnant water, still and stinky, she found herself at the same point in life where she was one year back.
She was thinking where did that year go? Or she is trapped in a blind alley, where she does not know where to go.
May be, she is in a blind alley but still walking with the hope that she may find light someday.
Another question popped in her mind.
Am I living my life or the life living me?
She thought for a moment and smiled; whoever lives was not the question again, who wins in the end was the question.
She knew the answer.
Death,
Yes, Death wins in the end; she murmured, smiled with tears in her eyes.
Closed her eyes and slept that she may find the destination in dreams.

suljhey suljhey baloo.n wali larki se main poochoo.n gaa

uljha uljha rehney wala larka kesa lagta hey ?

when my heart will cease to beat
these lungs will no more breathe
sun will shine,i won't feel the heat
birds will sing, i ll not pay any heed
spring will come,buti ll not sing
life's tune ll not in my ear's ring

will it matter how many joys i had?
whether i was crowned or in patched cloths clad?
if i lived poorly or enjoyed sun beams?
Or whether fate answered all my wild dreams?

No! my wishes will be buried along with me
These shadows will fly the moment i cease to be
Oh Heart! wish less prepare for infinity
Escape the world's trap,you belong to eternity
Death's angel might be just lurking around
Don't settle yourself here, a departure is bound

Come let's empty ourselves of useless trash
Of wishes to paltry and actions too rash
Open our hearts to nothing,but dear Allah above
O! Lover of mirages!
Come Drown in divine Love.....

Believe in yourself

Never believe
what the line of your hand predicts
about your future
because
people who dont have hands
too
have a future..

State vs. Religion

Still thinking about operation in lal masjid , who is guilty ? Govt. or the president, army or the students of lal masjid? Was that operation Unislamic? Or the students of Islamic institution were studying and preaching Unislamic stuff?
None of it was Unislamic.
Now we should come to the fundamental question.

State vs. Religion

Initially one will think....religion exists within state and state should define the boundaries and limits for any activity.
Do they co exist?
No, they do not co-exist.
Either becomes a Pakistani or a Muslim.
State does not exist in religion and Islam does NOT define a country or STATE, Islam does NOT define geological geographical boundaries.
RELIGION defines a community and people in Islam, Not STATE; there’s no concept of a STATE in Islam. since we cannot live without a state in modern times , all we can do is to have a state that coincides with all the cannons of our religion, which is NOT Pakistan.


That is the west concept ,that state rules are above the religion but in Islam state is governed by the religion, as in west they have liberalize the concept of religion that what ever you do we will not interfere in your personal matters and group of religious people also have no right to interfere in state matters.
Islam does not teach this Individualism.
Take the example of Companions of Prophet Muhammad, when they govern the state or rule a province they always give peace and respect to minorities but never allow any muslin or non-muslin to interfere or Play with Islamic values.In my opinion state is never above the religion and its religion that governs the state not the state that governs religion.

i dont have anything to publish today

my words are scattered,everywhere one the paper

donot not know,how to arrange them..

sometime its so hard to draw a single line out of so many words

i m confused

i m sad

i m blue (thats y the font is blue :(

i m worried

about current unstability in my country.
thinking about...........
State vs religion
do they co-exist.

Either to become a pakistani or a muslim...
will give the verdict on monday

today i just have a pic to share
Took this from my cell cam

Loneliness

Someone is at the door again, my weeping heart, no, no one

Perhaps a passerby, who will go somewhere else

The night has passed, waiting, the star-dust is settling

Sleepy candle-flames are flickering in distant palaces

Every pathway has passed into sleep, tired of waiting

Alien dust has smudged all traces of footsteps

Blow out the candles, let the wine and cup flow

Close and lock your sleepless doors
No one, no one will come here now.

you are Never Alone....

This creature
We know as man
Is one big chaos
Of desires and thoughts.
Even when lonely
He’s never alone
For in his breast
Lies hidden
A tumultuous crowd.

Silent Echo..

Nobody listens to him,he is constantly in pain and agony since he came into being. He, cripple by birth will be sixty next
month but still carrying everybody on his shoulders and trying to move ahead.Every child who opens eye in his home,borns with
the debt of 28000 Rs,yes i am talking about my Pakistan. Standing on crutches of feudal lords and bureaucrates,crutches support each other very well but they don't bother to whom
they are supporting, they just want to make sure that their old pateint never gets well and remain depandant on them.

WHEN YOU FEEL YOU CAN'T GO ON

I'm sorry that you're hurting so desperately right now. I know how painful the seconds, and minutes, and days can be, how long the nights are. I understand how very hard hanging on is, and how much courage it takes. I ask though that you hold onto one day at a time. Just one day, and slowly this despair will pass. The feelings you fear you're trapped in will serve their purpose, and then fade away. Difficult to imagine isn't it? Almost impossible to believe when every cell in your body it seems cries out in agony, desperately in need of comfort. When it feels like the only thing in the whole world that can touch your pain and banish it is beyond your grasp. And after all this time, the assurance that you will heal has become an empty, broken promise. Just let one tiny cell in your body continue to believe in the promise of healing. Just one. You can surrender every other cell to your despair. Just that one little cell of faith that you can heal and be whole again is enough to keep you going, is enough to lead you through the darkness. Although it can't banish your suffering, it can sustain you until the time comes for you to let your pain go. And the letting go can only occur in it's own time, as much as we would like to push the pain away forever.Hold on. Hold on to appreciate the beauty of the earth, to feel the songs of the birds in your heart, to learn and to teach, to laugh a genuine laugh, to dance on the beach, to rest peacefully, to experience contentment, to want to be no other place but in the here and now, to trust in yourself, and to trust your life. Hold on because it's worth the terrible waiting. Hold on because you are worthy. Hold on because the wisdom that will follow you out of this darkness will be a tremendous gift. Hold on because you have so much love and joy waiting to be experienced. Hold on because life is precious, even though it can bring terrible losses. Hold on because there is so much that you can't now imagine waiting ahead on your journey - a destiny that only you can fulfill. Hold on although your exhausted and your grasp is shaky, and you want more than anything to let go sometimes, hold on even though. Please hold on.So much in life can be difficult, even impossible to understand. I know, I know... So many of us have cried in despair, "why?" "why?" "why?," and still the answers and the comfort failed to show. Survival can be a long and lonely road, in spite of all those who've stumbled down the path before you. And it can be a treacherous, torturous journey - so easy to get lost, and yet impossible to avoid even one painful step.And the light, the light at the end of the dark tunnel for so long cannot be seen, although eventually you'll begin to feel its' warmth as you move forward. And forward you must move in order to get through the hell of remembering, of despair, of rage, of grief. Keep looking forward please. Rest if you must, doubt your ability to survive the journey if you have to, but never let go of the guide ropes, although when you close your fingers around them, your hands feel empty, they are there. Please trust me, they are there… When you're exhausted, when all you have to count on is a weakened, weary faith, hold on. When you think you want to die, hold on until you recognize that it's not death you seek, but for the pain to go away. Hold on, because this darkness will surely fade away. Hold on…Please hold on.

Saying Thank You & Sorry ....

Few days back I came across a lady on orkut, who is professional writer, a regular blogger and only reader of my blogs and I asked her
why people say thank you and why say sorry....specially sorry...
she replied ;

Why not? The answer is simply, "Why Not?" Why are we so hesitant to be grateful to the other person when he/she has done something nice for us? We never deserved it, it was their kindness that they saw beauty in us and appreciated us for who we are. Even though it was the simplest thing to do, they made us happy. Why cant we be thankful? Are we too arrogant or too overconfident to say the simple word? Or can't we not be humble enough? So why not? Why wouldn't i say thank you when someone out there makes me feel good about myself?Same goes with Sorry. We are too quick to make the mistakes and hurt other people but we don't have the heart to confront our behavior. Those who cannot face their own mistakes are the biggest cowards.

(RAAJI)

As far as "Why not" is concerned for Thank You part, I agree with what she said , that why are we so hesitant in thanking other person when they do something for us even when we never deserve it sometimes. We are not even thankful to the One who has given us all the essentials and luxuries of life, who created us, when we can not say thanks to him then how do I expect, a human thanking another human.

But I do not agree that we are hesitant in saying sorry and it’s not the same with sorry its altogether is in contrast. We have a simple solution to all our blunders and mistakes, a simple five letter word “Sorry”. I am not an English guy and don’t have excellent command on this language but I really appreciate the language which has given such a simple word to get rid of all your blunders.
Hurt someone and say sorry, how simple it is now to play with feelings then to feel and say sorry.
But sorry cannot make a dead man alive, don’t u think so? Accepting the sorry means giving other person a chance to hurt you again, to repeat the same mistake, to make the blunder again, while accepting the sorry get yourself ready to hear the word again.

I think this word is a real hurdle in disguise in man’s dealing in society because he/she has this magical word “Sorry” always in the pocket.
And we never feel sorry we should feel it often. Do we ever feel sorry that we are unable to say thanks to our Lord?For us Sorry is a simple escape from all our mistakes.

Sorry-----------------but I really hate the word “Sorry”.

I am thankful to you for reading all what I have written and I am sorry for taking your few precious minutes. :) I am sorry, means i have warned you I am going to take your precious time again.

On Failure

You sit before me now, head down, while your face seeks shelter in your hands. "I failed," you confess, sounding hollow and broken. I attempt to comfort and reassure you. When you finally look up at me, I'm not seen, and not heard. You're so lost inside of your pain and disappointment that my words can't find you. I can't find you. We sit side by side, both feeling inadequate. Your hurting right now, feeling adrift and sick inside. In my silence, I try to communicate to you that you're not alone. I'm here. Right beside you. And I still believe in you.I decide to write you a letter - one you can carry in your pocket to remind you of my caring. A note to read when you're more open to my message. I know it won't take your pain away or magically transform your beliefs, but maybe it can hold a seed -one which will eventually emerge from the rich and fertile ground in which I lovingly planted it.So you failed. And this failure wounds you so profoundly that it's penetrated deep into your psyche. It may even have become an integral part of who you believe yourself to be. Today, you look into your mirror and see a failure. I look into your eyes and see the wisdom born of pain. And it hurts, this learning. I know. I know. I've felt its sting before. I've been thoroughly haunted by my own mistakes, miscalculations, and self-judgements. I've fallen too. Again and yet again. Just like you, I forget during those moments when my folly is first discovered - what I know. What we both know. Defeat isn't the theme of our unique stories, it isn't what defines who we are, where we'll go or who we'll become. It only reminds us that we're not alone. That we share the legacy of all human-kind, that we all will fail from time to time. Each of us stumbles and is wounded in the fall. Failure, my dear, dear, friend, is a natural offshoot of growth. We churn in it, learn from it, and we become stronger as we struggle to recover from it. In a commencement address delivered at Moorpark College in 1989, James D. Griffen remembered John Kennedy O'Toole, a young writer who won a Pulitzer Prize for his book, "A Confederacy of Dunces." Imagine what it would have felt like to him to achieve this coveted award. How successful, how triumphant, how wonderful he would have felt. I say "would of" because we'll never know how he might have felt. He'll never know. We can only imagine on his behalf, because he never lived to claim his prize. After being rejected by seventeen publishers, he committed suicide. What a strange term, "to commit" suicide, when the act is above all else, a lack of commitment. We must all hold fast in the darkness, for irregardless of the blackness which may surround us - light always eventually illuminates our path. Always…Experience fully the pain of your failure. You must, bless you. I know you must. But when your body and soul grows weary of the sadness, the recriminations, the "what ifs" (and they will), accept the compensations, (however modest) that accompany your misfortune. Learn the lessons that follow behind them. They'll serve you well. You'll be wiser, stronger, and more prepared for the rest of your journey if you take them with you. Rest now if you need to. Grieve if you must. And when you're ready to collect them, let me know. I'll gladly help you gather them up.So what's the moral of this story? Your story? It's not a story about loss, deficiency, and flaws. It's a story about lessons learned, overcoming, moving forward and onward, and most importantly - it is a story about hope.Some of my most cherished tales have touched my heart and at the same time they have made me weep. And though I'm sad for you right now, I want you to know my friend, that I love your story still…

Loneliness shines in the lonely darkness of NIGHT

@ St. Methews Church