Thursday, March 28, 2013

Sarisht-e-Khak

انسان کی تخلیق مٹی سے ہوئی اور اس کا انجام بھئ مٹی۔۔۔ سفر جس بھی راہ کا ہو متی سے رابطہ و رشتہ نہیں ٹوٹ سکتا۔۔۔ اسی متی میں ایک خوبی ھے کہ قدموں تلے روندی جانے کے باوجود اس کے تہمل میں کمی نہیں آتی ۔۔۔ اس کی سرشت میں عاجزی و بردباری ہے۔۔۔ پر اس مٹی سے تخلیق شدہ انسان نے اپنی تخلیق کا واقعہ بھی بھلا دیا اور اپنے تخلیقی عنصر کی سرشت بھی۔۔۔ تکبر اور خود غرضی کی انتہا ہی کر ڈالی اور ازلی دشمن کا طور اپنا لیا۔۔۔ پر شاید بے وفائی بھی ازل سے اس کی سرشت میں موجود ھے اور اسی نے اسے محبوب حقیقی سے دور اور شجر ممنوعہ کے قرب میں مسلسل سرگرداں کر دیا
پر خاک تو خاک ہوتی ہے۔۔۔ انسان کا اس سے رشتہ اور قرب۔۔۔ عجز اور قربانی ۔۔۔ اس خاک کو اور اس ذرہ خاک کو مثل گوھر تاباں و درخشاں کر دیتا ہے ۔۔۔ تواصل مقام و مرتبہ پانے کے لیے پیکر خا کی کو مثل خاک مجسم عجز اور خاک نشیں ہونا پرٹا ہے۔ اپنی سرشت کی طرف لوٹنا ہی ہماری کامیا بی کا ذریعہ ھے ۔۔۔ شب و روز کا تسلسل زندگی نہیں بلکہ روز خاک کا خاک کی طرف سفر اور خاک میں مل کر فنا یا مسلسل بقا پا جانا ہی زندگی ہے۔۔۔

Monday, March 18, 2013

Longings of the soul...

Moments of happiness are great, they refresh the soul and to be part of them albeit as a silent bystander is wonderful. But when moments like this, that are linked directly to you have taken a long leave of absence and you watch another moment pass as a witness and no matter how hard you but the voice from within just screams, when will it be my moment?
 The wait has been too long, the desperation is at some of it highest moments, the soul, dry and parched, that voice from within screams again, when will it be my moment? I am not thankless, I am just restless... So again I ask... when!

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Our soul and black holes...

In the vast expanse of space, their are strange phenomena present. In the crowd of galaxies and stars there are silent and dark beings that can even trap light and bend gravity, Black Holes! It is said that when a start collapses and all its mass gets squeezed into one point, it becomes a black hole. And as the universe is filled with galaxies, the earth is filled with human souls and when our souls become so entangled into self, that they collapse to a small point of selfishness. All our mass is concentrated in that one point and we become black holes, trapping all light, bend all hope...
 A black hole may be the darkest entity in the universe but even it cannot compete with the darkness of a soul collapsed into selfishness...

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Your silence, will be your downfall...

Anyone who has buried their loved ones with their own hands know that during those moments, you are there but your soul and mind are in a parallel universe. A land where memories, moments and small signs roam and you are with them. And then suddenly with tons of soil the physical connection ceases forever. Anyone who has buried their loved ones with their own hands would know, how suddenly a gapingg void appears then how could you not feel for all those who have lost their loved ones in recent barbaric acts. Those who kill in the name of the same Allah, have they forgotten that the death of an innocent is the death of humanity. Have they forgotten, no matter what sect, religion or ethnicity we belong to, saying the final goodbye to the ones we love is a moment we relieve everyday. We all see this bloodshed, yet carry on thinking, it will not happen to us, it will to all of us! When a menace is allowed to grow unchecked, it consumes everything and everyone. We have all closed our eyes and have allowed the darkness to grow and it will come for all of us. The only way out is unity, there is no foreign hand. We have to root out the culprits from within us and if we still support these beasts because they belong to whatever thing we have affection for then we are equally responsible. If a puddle of blood is not enough to wake you up, keep on waiting, soon it will blood of someone you love and the standing there saying a final goodbye do not blame anyone for it was you who brought it upon them!