“The Message” 

Today was the hottest day of the year and i was on the top of the house where my birds were playing and waiting for the food. I saw and noticed that they are thirsty more than hungry

I imagined if there would no water on the earth then what will we do for our thirst. No doubt water is really a great blessing and most important need of this planet 

But unfortunately we don’t value of this blessing we use access of water daily across to our need and we don’t think for a second that this water is how much precious for those whose don’t have enough water for their thurst and need. 

I think it’s our responsibility to secure water and arrange that facility for others so that needy people facilitate with clean water and it will be definitely appreciated by those needy people and you get reward from Allah as well 

So, try to be helpful for others specially in these hottest days and some other abnormal days we all should try to arrange facilities like arrange water bottles for thirsty people, food boxes for hungry people and other comforts as well

It will be definitely a great sign of humanity with abundant numbers of blessings and rewards.. 


From My Art Gallery

Listen! It’s your silence

Which has made a siege around my being

I don’t want to get out of this siege anymore

I don’t want to get out of this standard of love

Listen! Don’t think that I don’t know,

Now I am familiar with the language of your silence

What can I do?

I am used to the imprisonment of your imagination

Yes, Let’s assume there is no contact with you anymore but

I can still feel your word’s fragrance in the waves of wind

Although not possible to meet

I can see myself in the depths of your eyes



From My Art Gallery

This heart was alive in those moments

Which were not sure of staying forever

And he was obtained after the search of the period

But He also had no interest

We were traveling together to the same destination

Was running on the same sail

But the fact was no decision to keep going together

What are the storms?

They get at some point

Some blessed strength that sustain us against it

He was so close too

Every moment my being was moving on the waves of his words

Such that he was the forerunner

I never thought I would be alone

The journey is long but

No wait for another sail

This heart is not ready to walk these paths with anyone else

Which happened

So happened

Now the evening has fallen

The ocean is no longer relaxing

Now the journey continues on the scattered waves

There is life without you

But there is no peace in these moments



From My Art Gallery

Soaked in raindrops is the story of my memories

The moments of meeting you used to be the beauty of my life

In those rains when we used to drink steaming coffee together,

You know what I thought this season would never end

And this moment will last forever

Yes, The weather has stopped, but you are not

You are lost somewhere in the crowd of world

Today I am, it’s raining, there is a only mug of steaming coffee and your frequent memories

☔ ☔ ☔



From My Art Gallery

Eternal Love

Love Of Almighty Allah

Love Of Lord

Exaggerate me beyond all limits of madness

Immerse in the depths of your being that

I lost the identity of my existence

I don’t count the number of prostrations

My steps keep dancing in the same direction so that

I do not even feel like that style of dancing

Then the imagination of beloved emerge in the consciousness

This heart wants to burn with the fire of your closeness

Every moment unsatisfication is surrounding in me like that

Then there is no more taste of peace

Just make me even more mad that

I have no more desire for this world

Just like your name echoes in every corner of my heart

Even hearing don’t recognize any words

Creator of destiny, write in my destiny this

I would like to dance madly on the fire of your love that

There is no curiosity for peace and comfort in my steps



From My Art Gallery

This is the place from where I wanted to pass but stopped

It was the shade where I wanted to stay but I sat tired in the shade

I didn’t know why he came into my life

My circumstances was already wrapped in a whirlpool

Then why did they go into perpetual desolation

For no apparent reason, his arrival was a turning point in my destiny

And then the persecution happened that I fell in love with him unintentionally



From My Art Gallery

There was the market of hasty dreams in the eyes

often filled with aspirations

Where the broken heart had to fight with itself

Because the story of memories were writing up by every moment of life

I was simply following the signs of life But Even today

the moments of meeting you are bright

Yes, I am hesitant now

After this feeling that

I was nowhere,

I was just a distraction in your loneliness



This life is under the influence of your magical memories

Then it gets even deeper

When someone close to me speaks your spoken word

These memories are even more refreshing

Whenever someone sings your sung song

Yes, you are not, but I am still under your influence

I am waiting for the light of your eyes in the darkness of my heart but I am helpless

With this belief that, one day this darkness will spark in the heart of arrogant love




From My Art Gallery

When love is created,
then shattered like color
The dream became a fragrance and settled in the eyes
The galaxy became even more fascinating When Adam and Eve fell in love
Adam’s son is destined to love
The daughter of Eve created with the clay of love
Nature completed the universe
Then there was a noise all around
The lover found her beloved
But something went wrong
The conversation went on and on
Thought maybe Eve’s daughter is beloved The peace of the lover’s soul is just because of the beloved
But it is a secret that is unattainable for everyone
Whoever found out knew this secret that, love is the pursuit of the Son of Adam
And given to the Daughter of Eve
This is the secret of love which is very deep and effective
The relationship between lover and beloved is magical
There is a milestone from search to grant It is short but beautiful
A Woman is not a beloved
Woman is the master of love



We left alone in the crowd of peace again

We lived our life with a shroud on head

They don’t even know the pain of our wounds

Those happy residents cried on our deserted garden




I can’t even touch his skin,

Maybe I have lost consciousness,

Now I want to astray in his soul,

Ah I fell in true love eventually