Heavenly Muse

Life is tough .Sometimes we find it beautiful yet it remains tough.I accept the challenge and get ready to erase this toughness and it becomes even more tough.i am tired.i cannot see blessings anymore.i want to cry but crying seems useless.i am giving up....................................

Living in poverty does not only assign one the title of POOR but also does change the definition of all the concepts and values for one.The concept of self reliance and self confidence be perished by Hunger and Disease.Today my maid told me that she had not eaten anything since morning .My fridge was almost empty as I was fasting and had no planning to cook anything till Iftar .(breaking of Fast).Anyhow i gave her few rupees.But what difference could they make?.By tomorrow ,her husband again will not be able to earn enough money and gain she will have to ask more money.In the way ,she will have to cross the threshold of self reliance for so many times till 1st of next month. Her poverty has also changed the meaning of gratitude for her.Despite my polite and somehow generous attitude,she keeps on telling me that this or that rich neighbors of mine are ready to pay this much money for the  same amount of work she does at my home.Sometime i feel irritated and call her opportunist but...

Its 23rd of April and the time is 10:40 pm.Another day is approaching towards its end. I am free,free enough to think about the pace of time.Right now ,I don't have clock at any of the wall of my room.So,there is no tick-tick literally which could realize me the maneuvering of time.Yet my pulse is doing this job with its every throb. Altaf is late tonight.This software development is really unpredictable stuff .But soon he will be at home.Either we will watch movie or just will have a cup of tea.Then ,he will continue with his online lectures,and I will resume my reading. After few hours,my head will start feeling heavy and words will seem looking like mere black spots. I will set my pillow under my head ,and take a plunge in the valley of sleep just to get out again in the morning.A morning that will welcome me with a new day  having new identity ''24th of April''

It is difficult to tell whether we are living in relations or in the shadow of them.Dark shadows that get nourished by manipulation and fake attitudes.These shadows are overwhelming and sneak in the spiritual realm like venom.How to get rid of these shadows?I need light,light of truth.

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...