The life as i see it.

16 Dec 1942-15 Dec 2024 82 years and 364 days When I leave this mortal show Amuse around this earth no more Don't weep Don't sigh Don't sob I may have struck a better job Don't mop around and feel o blue I may be better off the new Don't go around to buy a large bouquet For which you find it hard to pay If you have roses Bless your soul Just pin 📌 one in my button hole Goodbye My friend, until we meet again in another form. I am glad that we met 24 days ago. The memory of that day will stay as a rainbow 🌈 portraying my heart ❤️  Those 53 minutes and 14 seconds of 21st November are forever engraved in my heart, sharing with me the nursery rhymes and bhajans you sang. Tales of Salochna and Dadi Lilah Vati's mentoring at Tara Singh Primary School in Karachi, to surrendering to metrominal verdict. The Mahota palace  residency and Minton hall tenancy.  Parveen Shakir, Tasleem Fazili and Faiz Ahmed Faiz poetry, discussion on religion and partition crimes. Shine in H...

 *13th Grave* Apa (Arfa) After laying her to rest, I untied the knot of her cofen from head end. And before placing the last wooden plank to roof her cell, we pulled rest of the cloaks with koranic verses inscriptions, and I recalled laying my parents to rest before her; father in 1991 and mother in 2019. It was 11th moon of Jamadul-awal in islamic calendar on Jan 17, 2019 when mom passed on. Coincidentaly it was again 11th moon of Jamad-ul-awal this 13th Nov 2024. Until the rest of wet soil was plastered, and soil dragged to mound in grave shape, I sat beside the very first grave of my grandmother in that yard back in 1983, and now we have 13. Countless are rested in this cemetery since 1790 AD, but in this particular yard within; it was 13th grave. I was present in all the 13 burials, but today's vibes were different.  It was so peaceful and soothing in the early winter cold mist of November. The wings of dragon flies hovering with her spirit glittered in flash of light.I di...

May 17, 2024 Thoughts in flight Travelling through time Gliding past abrasions & scars Vibrating to hunt DNA of soul Clinging to lactating pores Quenching eternal thirst From primordial celestial nectar Of mother nature Like a stream gushing Overspilling down a mountain Bending & turning Into a river Flowing past each curvature I see you in the nucleus Surrendering to parasitic absorbing vibrations Interwining to each fibre in you

June 5, 2024 His hypothalamic screen projected Pressured against dopamine overburst Forbidden scenes The Eyelashes Brushed her belly button In circles Waking up butterflies Inside her tummy Gittering Mind anchored over bare skin Slid cheeks on heaving bossom Her gaze crawled on his hips Reflected from the mirror Framed as cieling above their antique bed Jolting image as it rocked in rhythmic momentum Pubis curving in Like scorpion tail upon its back Sending waves Making crusts and troughs Squeezing Bartholins Emptying like river Overflowing fleshy moist contours He pecks down the cleft That arches from belly bordering groins  Exhaling steam of emotions drooling down the fairest valley Flooding his imagination Interupted by ringtone Of her text message