Uttering Poison!

                                       Uttering Poison!

Clock ticking breaking the silence.

Hot cup of coffee.

Stretched legs on the table.

I accrued my thoughts at one brink,I remember that december night.

How harsh are the words?

Harsh-yea harsh more than to jostle.

Harsh-yea harsh more than to shamble.

Harsh-yea harsh more than to homicide.

Harsh-yea harsh more than the death of ravenous.

Harsh-yea harsh more than to vilify.

Harsh than to bear atrocity of wicked opulent.

Owing to being garrulous we don't care of our words.

We censure.

We tirade.

We blemish.

I don't know any to mollify but those who do vilify.

I then kept silent,my pen stopped to write bitter words.

Silent for a long time...

I heard a voice in cacophony,

"Indeed words ruin one, not death..!!"

Scary Life!

That was downhill sadness.
My depression was increasing with the daylight decrease.
I put a tech with a centuries-old, dry & wired tree.
Howls in, rustling leaves, birds chirping and coming back to their nestles.
A crow, I think depressed like me, was sitting on the dried up branch indulged in its thoughts.
I don't know about what crow was grieved & sad.
" what is this life?
Full of grieves?
Just thorns?
Do I quit my job, spiritual values & my life?"...I asked myself.
No answer.
Thought so long.
Meanwhile, a branch of the old tree bent down, gave me a tip for encouragement & went back.
"How harsh is this life, purpose?"...I again questioned myself.
At this time I noticed a fresh drop of tears,
falling down & then absorbed in the water-less soil.
I raised my eyes upside.
"Life is the same for centuries, nothing changed just
there is replacement of animals, beasts, buildings & human
beings my dear!".....A tree full of its eyes with tears
replied to my Q.
I could hear its slowly sound.
The tree was too old & with centuries experience so I agreed.
Further, I heard a story from it," Every year many disappointed young men came here to save themselves from anxieties & sorrows of this world of fame. Problems, almost of one way & my rocky hand always bent down to encourage them."
Crow was too observing all this, understood the life and flew away.
"I want to say Goodbye to life"..I sang grief & lasted.
The old tree filled a sigh."NO...No....Not at all".....I was able to hear the old tree.
"Life is for you my moon, be brave my young. Listen! Life is for you, spend this life knowing not how it is, otherwise life will send you my blooming fortune.!"
My hubby tied.
"Four eyes were shedding tears, Two real & Two fabricated."

That Sparrow!

                                     That Sparrow!

There is a pomegranate tree in the lawn of my house.
It takes pomegranate fruits in the season.
Parrots,sparrows & squirrels used to visit & relish its fruits.
I imparted it to soil to grow I remember some years ago when I was child.
Last summer,
One day a beautiful small sparrow visited,plucked the
fortune ,touched the fruit relished & flew away.
Sparrow made it routine hereinafter.
It started to build a small nest by one bough of pomegranate tree having
a dream to lay the eggs & grow the children .
It used to bring stray daily one by one ,collect ,settle and design the nest.
Some days after when nest was near to accomplishment,It put a
glance at the nest.
I was able to analyse how the soothe & pleased it was.
At afternoon wind blew and It took the shape of horrible storm.
Some moments were enough to wreck the nest.
Storm reaching its peak stopped.
Sparrow seeing the nest, was dumbfound as nest was smashed.
Sitting on the wall, heartfelt & with woebegone mood
was weeping silently.
I was noticing the scenes,
My heart melted,felt pity on this poor sparrow.
Voice,the silent voice prevailed I could hear that
voice;
"zahid! look at the dismantling & the dying dreams,!!"

Dream Dies

She, a little soul was fabricating a small housing with sand 
on the beach.
That was last Nov-Dec I remember, I visited.
There was the news for the storm's arrival.
Police-men were forcing people to leave the beach and go back.
But, she was indulged in that.
"I think it's enough my darling, leave it as there is a storm!"...
 I shouted at her in a lovely manner.
"storms don't come there in Karachi,
no danger for my small handy made sand house" ..she passed a comment.
She was a self-assured and out-going small girl.
Meanwhile, a wave moving forward smashed her beautiful small house.
Seeing her dumbfound, my eyes began to shed tears, lips whispered;

"To devastate sandy-castles no need of storms, just one wave is enough.!!