There is a gentle breeze caressing my thoughts and floating in the sea of my dreams .The night calls for the shine of stars and the arch of moon joining together to talk .The morning rises so fresh ,leaving behind the worries dead .A new day and a new start welcomes happening of passionate love .There is a spark to wake up ,chase and live the moment of every dream .There is a string to let go the tightened scars and loosen up what's beyond and far .In the midst of the gurgling waves ,when serene is my days ,i shudder to the thought of loosing self ,in the chase of my ways .I know i can and i have the art to carve the canvas with thoughts .At the skyline is my start i see it every morning in dark .
What makes me stop and freeze to trot i wonder while watching the nectars buzz.
I mirror my flaws in the clear stream and see it moving out and in.
In the chaos of land, i stand on cliff and see it far .I don't know where is my calling but i know i will make it different and my echo will be heard to pull up many of my herd .
The journey is long and way too far .
Not today but someday shall be my call.
-SSW
It's an irony of life,a bigger mystery ,
To understand what's the priority?
Said is unsaid and practiced too far,
Its a spontaneous rhythm of a natural art.
It's difficult to decipher someone's priority,
And call for their actions and liability.
Its a mirror of life that speaks to all,
Silently without a word said across!
You make a way out to what is important,
Call for decisions and unplanned actions .
Speaking up mind it creates assumptions,
To let go of what need not be brought in.
Be wise and vigilant to be so distinct .
Your priorities speak of you as a person .
-SSW
Its been years that i have been writing and i have composed poems for specific friends and also on friendship .This article is in length about what they mean to me and how my world would be without them.
First of all i am very great ful to Almighty because having good friends is a blessing from Allah and i believe my lord has been very kind to me .
As a person i may present myself to be strong and social but i am tender and introvert in my own way .I cannot gel up with many people and so i have a small set of close friends on whom i can count on and of course my extended ones may be many though .
These are the people who have made my world a happy place .With them i am much confident and crazy without being judged .They are my companions in all good and bad moments .
My constants in all wise, mature as well as non sensual actions .
There are some people whom i know since school ,others met in my college days and a special one who is related by family .
They are there and that is all that matters to me .
Imagining my life without them is like living a dreary weather .No matter how low i am i can get charged up with their presence around .A few of them have learnt language of my silence .At times it just surprises me to how they get it without exchanging a word .
From calling each other by alternate names to making fun .
From laughing uncontrollably to code words difficult to decipher .
From running in to lectures,bunking ,proxy ,matches,those dinners and lunch ,eating each others tiffin to mature talks ,planning out wedding ,preparing guest list and attending weddings .
From endless travel plans to execution of it none .
I have a decade of friendship and all i can say i have fallen in love with my people.They are those pillars that hold me invisibly so firm that i can go on.
I have a bitter memories of arguments and fights but they all make me smile when i think of the craziest laughter bursts and all the fun.
From holding each other from breaking down to constantly reminding of Almighty's greatness .
Time flies but friendship blossoms each day.
Today i would like to express my gratitude to each of them for making my life beautiful with their presence .
Thank you for bearing all my nakhra,for praising me on my moments of success ,for motivating me whenever i lost confidence,for staying by my side in my difficult times, for being my critics and above all loving me the way i am .
I cannot express in words what you all mean to me but all i can say i have few but dearest to my heart .
-SSW
The mind of today's youth is like a barren land .Often i talk to teenagers and early adulthood enthusiasts with a curiosity to understand and explore on their conscious and subconscious mind .Its very challenging to read in between the lines but i think with experience one starts getting it.I am not an expert on this but i enjoy talking to new people just to study their thinking patterns and strategies to overcome their life difficulties.I often observe that in today's era the patience of people is disturbed .We are in a digital living where on click our life's pace is set.We put in very little effort to rationalise ,seek answer or explore .In this case easily available data on popular social media or through people becomes a concrete information to rely on .This builds up an influence ,blinds up capacity to think and reason out and gradually the layer sets in .Books are of less regard or factual information is lost to a generation that deserves to know .
Now the question is why is this happening and what can be done ?
I can't say that social media should be controlled because the shit is going to be around but we need anchors that will hold back from stepping on it.
It makes a huge difference if immediate related individuals ,may be parents ,elder siblings ,teacher or any family member makes an effort to share unbiased information on any topic be it politics or economy or religion etc and develop a skill of rational thinking .
But unfortunately these same anchors in many instances are so blinded that they pass on their stick to younger ones who hold it and trip on their way to a lower level.
This is a matter of concern specially in regards to politics and religious reforms.
As a society we need to ponder on the young minds and their intellect .
We need to regulate the amount of filth we offer around .
A society is well educated when they can rationalize and reason logically.
P.S:Subjective differences will always persist.
What's the way out.
One evening i heard chitter and chatter rising from my kitchen.The stainless steel utensils knocking around with each other gossiping over their personal life.Boasted spoon of the secret behind its figure and fitness while pressure cooker noted every points carefully.The grumpy mixer was grinding its teeth while the newly wed dishes were fighting with bowls.All the utensils were busy chatting like ladies in a gathering .On one corner was resting in grief a middle aged knife who was unhappy with life .I sat next to it and held his hand in mine.Like a mother comforting its child ,i wiped its tears,took him aside and asked his reason of sadness .Initially the knife was shy to open up about its life,i stayed there longer sitting in silence and making it belief. Gradually this knife narrated its story .
"When i was single i stayed alone with no friends and no social circle .People always thought i am meant for cutting,mending is not my thing.For a long time i thought to be worthless until i met fork and we paired up.I had an alternate path to chose ,no more i was restricted to kitchen table but i traveled the world from one dinner table to another. Steak knife ,blunt edges,butter spreader,luncheon knife and the trend was up.Wherever i went i was privileged with fork being my live in.But good days have faded away ,with fame comes competitors .Now i am kept aside and spoon sits hand in hand with my fork.My broken heart sees them romance in one dish.Seems they are married now ,i feel like a widow.It breaks me apart and cuts my soul.Tines and prong are playing in more ."
I kept quiet then said few words .
"I can't remember where to place the spoon but today i saw it drowned in the bowls pool"
The knife smiled and went back to work and with fork it was paired up.
-SSW
“There’s a seduction to being an expert, an assumption in society that credibility relies on deep (and narrow) expertise. However, for people operating at the edges, intersections, and overlaps where innovation thrives, being a generalist is far more powerful.” — Jess McMullin
It takes a heavy heart to write on this,
It's easy to say but hard to speak!
Have you suffered from insomnia?
Yes i have and here is my story.
For many nights when sleep is away,
The weary mind strives for days!
I can't explain this to any one of you,
How hard is staring at ceiling, eyes glued.
The memory of it put me in tears,
And its thought leaves me in shudder.
Like a baby drowning in the large sea
Many nights i cringe to helpless feel.
Nobody knows of the depth of scars
That insomnia has left on my heart .
I smile to begin my very next day,
Leaving behind the sufferings away.
Watery eyes red and heavy ,lethal mood
All set in when the sky shines of moon.
What to do when the world is sleeping around?
I loose myself in the rhythm of my words.
It helps me less to bring back life i cry for,
A good sleep and a fresh mind is all i want .
Up all night is not a pride let me tell you all,
Ask the heart deprived of the precious alarm.
Those many thoughts juggling together,
Add to the mystique of this ruthless clutter
To my days
of sleepless nights and insomniac slurs,
I make fun of it but filled with silent tears.
I can't explain to people around of this pain,
It's a dream to live those carefree sleep again.
-SSW
P.S:Yes i suffer from insomnia not all through the year but there are phases of it .It's that part of my life i avoid to talk about to anyone,because it brings an immense pain .A good sleep is a blessing to me and i pray to get my circadian rhythm back to a routine .I so wish nobody gets in to this serious suffering ,in the meanwhile i am trying all possible ways to heal myself of this .
