Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts

Mar 2, 2020

"آپ اور میں"


آپ کمال کرتے ہیں ہمیں آزمانے میں
ہم ہُنَر رکھتے ہیں سَر جھکانے میں

پابندیِ وقت سے، ہر وقت بُھلاتے رہے
جان جاتی رہی یوں، دِل جلانے میں

زندگی امتحان ہے گَر، اُستاد ہےعشق
مُنتظرِ سراب رکھا، دل کے تہہ خانے میں

دنیائے انقلاب کا شوق اب قلب میں نہیں
ہم سوچ چھوڑ آئے کسی مے خانے میں

وہ عادی قرینے کا، یہ دل فگار اس کا
سو گُما دیا خود کو اُس کے آشیانے میں

دل مضطر کو سمجھ بڑی دیر سے آئی
نہیں آتے یوں کسی اجنبی کے بہکانے میں




#بانوسازی 
٢٨ اگست، ٢٠١٩
رات ٢:٢٥







Dec 28, 2016

دل برباد سے نکلا نہیں اب تک کوئی

سردیوں کی شام ویسے بھی مہرکو بےحد پسند تھی. ایسی ہی سردی کی کوئی شام تھی جب "اس" کی  ماں نے مہر کے نام پر سرد مہری دکھائی تھی اور وہ چنگاریوں کو راکھ میں تبدیل کر کے وہاں سے اٹھ گیا تھا.

خشک، سرد ہوا جب مہر کے چہرے کو چھوتیں تو اسکو یقین ہوجاتا کہ وجود میں تو گرمی باقی ہے لیکن احساس ٹھنڈے پڑ چکے ہیں. سرمئی شام آہستہ آہستہ تمام روشنی کو اپنی لپیٹ میں لئے رات کی طرف بڑھ رہی تھی اورمہر یادوں کے غار میں جہاں سے واپسی کا راستہ وہ ہمیشہ بھول جاتی تھی. 

برابر میں بیٹھی سادیہ نے پھیکی سی مسکراہٹ سے اسکی طرف دیکھا اورسمجھ گئی مہرکو راستہ دکھانے کا وقت آگیا ہے. سادیہ نے آواز اونچی کر کے اس کا دھیان اپنی طرف کیا اور کہا،

 "میرا خیال ہے میں اس کو بھول چکی ہوں."

مہر نے طنزیہ قہقہہ لگایا اور کہا، "بھول چکی ہوتی تو یوں یاد نہ ہوتا"

"کیا مطلب؟"

"محبّت ایک دائرہ ہے. تم دائرے سے کبھی نہیں نکل سکتی بس دوسرے سرے پر آکر اس مغالطے میں مت رہو کہ بھول گئی ہو."

"ہو سکتا ہو میں نے دائرہ توڑ  دیا ہو؟"

"محبّت نامکمّل ہو تو پہلے درد دیتی ہے، پھر صبر بن کر ذات بن جاتی ہے. وہ دائرہ تمہاری ذات ہے جس کے ساتھ رہنا سیکھ لیتے ہیں."

"پھر تم صبرکیوں نہیں کرلیتی مہر؟"

"میرا درد جو ختم نہیں ہوتا."







بانوسازی
دسمبر ٢٨، ٢٠١٦
رات ١:١٥

Feb 10, 2015

بلا عنوان


فروری  کی یخ بستہ
ہواؤں میں
تمہاری یادوں کی شال 
میرا آپ گرم رکھتی ہے،
لیکن میں اپنا چہرہ
کھلا رکھ چھوڑتی ہوں،
سرد موسم میں کچھ خزاں 
جیسی یادیں ہیں، 
ان یادوں کا ایک 
اون کا گولہ بناتی ہوں.

اس کا ایک سرا تمھارے 
دل کے پاس سے ہوتا 
میرے شانوں پر سمٹے 
بالوں میں چھپ جاتا ہے.

ان دو سروں کے بیچ 
گرہیں کتنی لگ چکی ہیں،
بارہا کوشش کی 
میری انگلیوں نے 
تمہاری ہتھیلیوں پر 
انہیں سلجھانے کی،



لیکن ہر بار،
سرد موسم بیچ میں 
آجاتا ہے. 
تم جم جاتے ہو،
میں
بکھر 
جاتی ہوں. 




بانو سازی 
فروری ١٠، ٢٠١٥
رات ٢ بج کر ١ منٹ 








Sep 7, 2010

Sheharbano ka Yousuf

"I always tell people that it's eyes in the human body that decides my communication and connection with other person. It's true. Nobody knows, how I keep falling in love again and again only because the way you look at me."


Tum dekhte ho tau yun lagta hai, is kainaat main mujh sa koi haseen nahi. 
Mere naseeb, tumhari nazron ki peimaish sirf aur sirf mere liye hai......bhala kahan se koi aisi nazar laaye  jo neend main bhi mere hon'ton ko cher jaaye.


Ye ankhein, meri zindagi per waise hi saaya karti hain, jaise baadal kisi samandar per.......hadd-e-nigah tak.


--- Yousuf ki Sheharbano

May 28, 2010

Au revoir

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Last year, for a week or so, my boss asked me to time-in at 9 which means to wake up much earlier than usual. I saluted those people who wake up early and embrace the polluted air, honking buses, side-hitting bikes, and long queues at the signal. I spent that week cursing drivers, pedestrians, and many other things and sighed thankfully when it ended.

For two consecutive years, I enjoyed the luxury of coming to work at 10 am. It’s the kind of time people wish for but to me, it knocked on my door itself. Waking up at 9 and snoozing alarm thrice has almost become a ritual that will no longer be followed.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, only time will tell.

Coming to the office when everyone else has already reached is a privilege in a hustling bustling metro. I hardly had to face traffic jams or wait in long queues for the signal to go green. The best part is I never felt like waking up at the same time as I did in academic days. There were ease and laziness both that prevailed.

But that is not all.

I will have to leave my comfort zone of alarm snoozing, social networking, news watching, boss bugging, team talking, and most importantly bullying. A lot of stuff happened but I escaped all only by wearing ID. I write this while getting info on renewing my driving license which I never bothered before. And yes, I will also miss the untimely buzz on my phone.

Things are always sweet & sour at work but it’s the sweetness that keeps us sane.

So I am hoping that when I bid my farewell, my tenure here forms into sugar cubes to keep me strong and going.




Apr 1, 2010

Fathers to remember !!!


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Few fathers can leave an impact on you in the most unknown and humble way. You don’t belong to them by blood but by care and concern. They can be your unintentional teachers of life.


Today on this day, two most influential fathers who are resting in heaven, share something common. S. Azhar Zaidi arrived in this world whereas S.Ahmad Razvi left this world today. I am not writing this to pay any tribute or speak too highly of them. For that their children are good enough examples.


I got to know Azhar uncle because his son and my brother are two inseparable friends. He was known to me as a very placid person. A tall and bearded man with tendered expression to put you at ease right at the time of greeting; he never got me nervous. It was not till he came to stay at our place in his last days before flying to the USA, I observed him closely.


Azhar uncle, as usual, stayed quiet but sweet. He was at a loss of his memory but still he managed to remember me as I was a regular face to him after lunch or at dinner. He used to get his things done from his son while I keep listening to his childhood memories and home town stories. He taught me to be a patient listener with a keen interest in the conversation. Uncle was living in a flashback which made me realize that man remembers only what he enjoyed most when his conscience is unknown, the time of carelessness and being free.


He made me feel important for himself by asking where she is while eating his meal. Watching him going through the ordeal and still at peace was a lesson itself. He made me an accomplished being when I used to bring a smile on his face by consistently listening to him and getting inquisitive.
While he was drifting away, his family hold onto him, I consider him fortunate and well paid for his deeds in this life.

Friendly, humorous, informative, palmist, accomplished naval officer and a businessman, that was Baba, as we all knew him since day one.


Have you ever seen a father who carried an aura around him? I have seen Ahmad's uncle. We could easily share a laugh with him about his son or tease her daughter along with him. I befriended Razvis from the beginning of university time and I don’t regret it. They represented genuine arrogance to teach you a lesson for life. Later, they transform and lift you up to the best because that’s what has been instilled in them by their father.


Ahmad uncle was an exemplary father for every daughter present on earth. He made me experience the respect, love, fulfillment, togetherness, and enrichment of the most sacred relationship, marriage.

Do I need to say more?


I am writing this down to remind myself of the time when I learned how to be a parent to remember. You both are treasured and remembered by the person you least expected.


See you in heaven!!!

Nov 14, 2009

Preciously Possessed

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-->“Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: You find the present tense and the past perfect”
- Robert Orben, an American Magician

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I was reminiscing with a class fellow about old days at university when I came across the above quotation. You read it and say, nobody could be more honest and striking about being nostalgic.

Nostalgia is a feeling which can take over you at any point in time but winters savor it best. If I go back into time, along with all those who were around and accompanied me, I had the best of life indeed. While reading the quote, I realized that it’s a fact that we only miss our past when we go through a bitter present. Otherwise who would miss the bad patch? It’s only the goodness and sheer happiness of times we miss and obviously the people.

As time passes, we grow older and lose our freedom at the hand of time and others. All our life we want to grow up and jump from school to college to university. It’s only after those years when we are trapped in the vicious circle of responsibilities; we cherish what we had in those years. We had freedom and fun. The enthusiasm was filled in each small activity of life. Laughter wrappers were all around our days and nights. From a small Rs.5 Kit Kat to cheating in the quiz was our essence of life.
The maximum tension we suffered was maintaining a GPA or small heart-matters. I call them small because life has taught me what is BIG.

I still remember how we saw the first reporting of the Iraq War at a friend’s house and discussed it with her late father, Baba. We had huge dreams of changing the world and making our names in the history of time. Lifetime plans were discussed between the small spaces of the library or over Samosas (Potato Patty).

The freedom of dreams and imagination we experienced is priceless. We just didn’t know that out beyond these iron gates, the reality and responsibility both awaits us.
In winters, we want the warmth of our memories to wrap us, or else the season can leave its mark on us.


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I am happy that many of us hold a delightful past which makes us optimistic about the future and harbor our present.