“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

A poem on the waves of the winds is sent to you

Take care that it is raised from the dust of the heart

Now all the complaints are erased

Just have an unspoken conversation in the imagination

I have kept safe all the words related to you

Though a moisture is still visible in the eyelids

Then given the opportunity today,

I dipped my hands in the colors

And your portrait is made with my colored fingers



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There was a period of silence

In the colors of distance

Happiness lost its vibrance

But Suddenly life turned into fragrance

In the season of florence

Someone held the moments with his dominance

Existence drowned in elegance

Still now, Heart never forget his presence

Resonates unforgettable sentence

I knew his heart isn’t my residence

So, he gone with his avoidance

Taught me the lesson of tolerance

Still today, Didn’t quit from his remembrance

Will never fade, His Deep Appearance



From My Art Gallery

My nights

Your memories

It stood far away

Incomplete meetings

Live together

Those unfulfilled moments

Just you

My curiosity

And those incomplete things



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There are walls of distance

The sequence of pain continues

Loneliness dances in gloomy evenings

The shadow trapped in the captivity of moments

This heart has access to great distances

Only your memory is familiar with this heart

Loss of contact, shortness of breath

Even if you are not available but my soul is with you


Audacious Story

From My Art Gallery

Is only the desires attached to the breath?

Do the dreams live in the sleepy eyes only?

Do the distances make tired the journey?

You only suppressed every single voice with cruelty every time

Go, that you will not understand

These codes are beyond your faulty intellect

You’ve just picked up the fiction at gunpoint

We have told the story loudly even though we are chained around

Remember that these stars will twinkle for a long time

Each time, again and again this myth will remain bright

We will not be but like us

You will be reminded of this every time

Every chapter of this story, of this freedom, will be repeated

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From My Art Gallery

If you ever get the chance to meet,

even if only for a short time

The distances are too long,

the heart is too sick

Just give me your shoulder for a few moments

Just for a while,

I want to get tired,

break and want to scattered on your shoulders,

just put my head on your shoulders for a few moments,

forget the whole world and want to go to sleep



There will be obstacles along the way

There will also be trials for the destination

There will be friend’s habits too

There will also be conspiracies of enemies

There will also be the spark of love

There will also be the evening of separation

All you have to do in life is just fix them in right place



There was the world of ecstasy

There was a charm of bright moments

There was a feeling of closeness to someone

Some addicted conversations to the past

Although it is not possible now that they have returned

But the heart is immature

Unable to understand

Listen the voice from the depths of my heart once more

Listen to the prayers flowing in the words that you can’t see



I have a habit of making him word for word

Every time to decorate his eyes

He dominates my thoughts to a great extent

So much so that,

The reflection of him on my pen tip dances alone



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I was scattered when he came to me

The distance of the routes was exhausting

But he was interesting In his words,

In his attitudes

I stayed for a while

Then I felt, that he is too scattered from somewhere,

Broken like me

Then we talked a bit together,

Broke up silence,

Laughed and made a duet on the floor of distance