Heavenly Muse

He knew an hundred pleasant stories,  With all the turns of Whigs and Tories;  Was cheerful to his dying day,  And friends would let him have his way. He gave the little wealth he had To build a house for fools and mad,  And showed by one satiric touch,  No nation wanted it so much. Verses on the Death of Dr Swift

I know it will never get tired of listening.It has been with me since my first acquaintance with cognitive process. It never makes fun of me neither do I feel hesitant sharing anything with it .It has witnessed my numerous tears and deep smiles.The moment I get hold of it,my soul feels flattered. my faithful cup of tea .

 I am a supporter of PTI,not a blind follower but a mindful voter (inshAllah) who is much aware of party's weakness yet has ardent belief in the notion of change.The same notion that still sounds like a mere fairy- tale to many of the stubborn ears.But the same stubborn minds have forgotten that the change is the only constant phenomenon. Last few years, for me and for the whole Pakistani nation has been under the shadows of sheer violence,uncertainty,and disappointment.The brutalities of the time are too strong to let any soul to keep hope alive.There was a time when I used to debate against the idea of leaving the country and to get settled abroad.I was also against to the idea of leaving one's own native palce and of becoming a part of some alien culture that itself might not be ready to accept any helpless refugee. But the torrent of terrorist attacks,the rate of inflation,the depression caused by load shedding,and a series of strikes called by different sectors of the s

Raja Pervaiz Aashraf last address prior to dissolve assembly,sounds like a happy note for depressed and stressed public.Who knows that the worst situation could be waiting ahead or the other way around?But why to think of the time yet to come.When our ruling elites do not ever think about future then why should we?Let's stay at present,and enjoy the notion,''Pakistan is free though momentarily''.But the bitter memories of last five years and the even more bitter aftermath scenario do not let me to enjoy this freedom.Apart of this , freedom is not complete yet.The great SHAREEF  Dynasty is not ready to leave the throne of Punjab. So ,let's enjoy this half freedom and hope for the best. As I am feeling free and contented like  most of the Pakistanis,now my mind can ponder upon different lately happened events.The way , Government celebrated its success of devouring at the blood and flesh of poor messes,is really astonishing to me.The way Raja Sahib did count

 I love talking.My words define my existence. These words are the proof that I watch,feel,think and have enough stamina to express whatever stimulates my insight.I strongly believe that nothing is useless enough to be ignored.So we can talk about ever thing.The topics for talking are as prevalent as the phenomenon of talking itself.I was told that I started walking when i was six months old.This abrupt move without any prerequisite like crawling made my family aware rather cautious of my presence.This prior to schedule act became the cause to make others realize about my presence,but when I started talking-many months after- I myself realized that I actually exist.Random arbitrary thoughts kept busy in skirmishes inside my brain,and my tongue kept busy in broadcasting these bubbling ideas.Soon after,this task was taken by my pen.My writings became a way to shape my thoughts ,and then communicating them.The initial title of 'Talkative'-though not good title to be proud about-