Jan 9, 2014

Living in a Bubble

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Write?

Write for the cause?

Maybe not!

My words are my personal cause; a cause of catharsis. I write down my dreams, pour my imagination for peace, harmony, and love. It is my world where I escape through tiny alphabets on a narrow road of freedom.

If one had to born and brought in midst of violence, then they look for “flight of fantasy”; a fantasy where they wander at the edge of the world in search of their “other” being.

The world around me is all grey, and the only color I have is the color of blood, freezing blood. My words create a canvas unknown to the known where I can put the colors and put up a landscape away from reality.


This place is my fantasy, where he is the gladiator and I am the writer!

،سہمے سے رہتے ہیں، جب یہ دن ڈھلتا ہے
.ایک دیا جلتا ہے، ایک دیا بجھتا ہے



Jan 5, 2014

Dholna Mahi

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   جب کبھی کوئی سفید کاغذ دیکھتی ہوں تو جانتے ہو کیا خیال آتا  ہے ؟

جی میں ان پہاڑوں پر لکھنے کا دل کرتا ہے جن پر کھڑے ہو کر تم جنوب و شمال  وادیاں دیکھتے ہو .  ان راستوں کی داستان لکھ ڈالوں جن پر سے تم گزر کر اپنی کامیابی کا ڈنکا بجاتے ہو

اس ہوا کا ذکر کروں جو مجھ سے ہوکر تم تک پہنچ  تو جاتی ہے، مگر راستے کی . گردشیں اسے تم تک پہنچنے  سے پہلے ہی سرد کر دیتی ہیں . جلتی بجھتی اس آگ کی روشن چنگاریوں میں اپنے سایے کی لکیر کھینچوں

 !مگر میں کچھ نہیں لکھتی  
کیوں  کے پھر ہجر لکھوں، فاصلے لکھوں، گلے کروں، شکوے سناؤں 


.......اب ان کی ضرورت نہیں، وقت نے ہمیں صبر دے دیا، اور ہم نے اپنی محبّت


Kulsoom B.
Jan 5th, 2014
11:55 pm

Dec 31, 2013

Girta Parda'h

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،میں نے  خود کو روز دیکھا
آئینے میں سرتاپا   دیکھا

،گردن کے خم پر گرتے تل 
ایک ہونٹ سے بنا دل دیکھا 

،ڈھلانوں سے نشییبوں تک
.سوتی حس کو جاگتے دیکھا 


.کلثوم ب
دسمبر ٣١، ٢٠١٣
رات ١٢: ٥٥ 


Dec 19, 2013

Kaghazi Kahani

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Chalo kisi kitaab k safh'on per,
Laafz'on ki tarha bich jatay hain

Saa’da muhabbat ki tarha,
Koray kaghaz per mit jatay hain

Ek dusray main gud’mud paheli jaise,
Sayahi main naram parr jatay hain.

Koi jo humari,kahani dhoonday,
Tau samjhay,hum kaise

Do qalb ek jaan hojate hain !

Kulsoom B.Nov 2013
while gazing into the dark sky with bright stars

Apr 14, 2013

Note of Gratitude

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For the past few years, I haven’t spent my life without a sensation. My senses either went through love or hate or even anger sometimes. During all these years, I tried to desensitize myself from all those events of life which could take its toll on me.
I have succeeded finally.
I am deaf to the rhythm of life.
I am blind to the colors of the rainbow.
I am mute to speak of eternal pain.

Thank YOU!

Sep 13, 2012

Aur zindagi badalti hai......

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Wo ishq hi tau tha,

Jo junoon ban kar jaagta tha
Khwabon se nikal kar cheekhta tha
Boondon ki aag se jaltaa tha
Lehron per qadam jamata tha
Baaton ki khamoshi parhta tha
Angdai'yon main simat jata tha
Hujoom main ghumta dhoondta tha
Tanhai main lafzon ko bunta tha


Per ab apni dhun main rehta hai,
Ek alag zindagi jeeta hai.

Ishq hua juda juda,
Hum hue tum se rihaa.

Kulsoom B.Sep 12, 2012
8:22 pm
Picture Courtesy: Amit Richard



Jun 4, 2012

Say it loud, my love

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Silence is nothing but the shadow of our inner demons

Now you should know why I always deny the silence, which has come between two of us.

No place where we don’t find each other, no memory built without our separation and no life where we can be together.

Amongst all that happening between us, we speak through silence. Our fear of listening to each other has brought us closer on different terms; a term that is stronger than your will and deeper than my emotion. You have gone quite on the surface, while creating a storm down there in your heart. The noise I hear, standing on the shore, doesn’t make me deaf from the whispers of your love.

Then I floated with your words for us.

Now I am drowned under your silence.

Apr 4, 2012

Tumhe Batati Chaloon......

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Tum they tau takleef nahi hoti thee,Tum gaye tau rooan rooan dukhta hai.


Tum they tau waqt ki raftaar na thee,
Tum gaye tau din or raat ka pata chalta hai.
Tum they tau hont adh khiley rehte they,
Tum gaye tau namak ka zaiqa chakha hai.



Tum they tau zindagi zinda thee,
Tum gaye tau maut per se pehraa utha rakha hai.



Kulsoom B.March 29, 201201:20am


Mar 14, 2012

Timeless

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Thinking of You.....


Since you left the domain of my life, not a single morning has passed without your presence in my mind. Till today, I don’t wake up by alarm sound but my body clock tells me to wake up because it is accustomed to your whispers in my ear.
Early mornings used to turn into late mornings because of endless “sweet nothings”.

Now, mornings get late because I go after the trail of love you left behind.



Thinking of Me?


Already late, standing in front of cupboard choosing amongst purples, reds, greens for the day, I started having hiccups.
Before I could curse their timing, I uttered your name and viola!!!

Mar 2, 2012

Feb 29, 2012

Legally (Un)Loved

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Lying almost lifeless on bed, after making a compromise, she tried looking for love between the creases that appeared on her bedsheet.

To her dismay, the smell of love smelled sweat only.

A feeling, she presumed to fulfill her existence left her hollow instead. A moment of despair filled her mind with the time she felt loved without being touched.

She gathered herself in her own body, with a bruised soul only to have a look in the mirror. The reflection told her the truth of life; lock the soul, free your body.

Long ago, her soul was left and locked in his reflection. He, who dusted the dirt of life, brought her to the substance. The transparency helped her see the beauty of life and living it. They were a mirror to each other.

They broke the mirrors themselves to leave their crystal selves locked into each other.

………………… Retreating to the reality.


Feb 22, 2012

Baat se Baat - IV

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Main: Kya hum badal gaye hain?
Woh: Aisa kuon laga?
Main: Yun hi.

Woh: Tum yun hi na kehti ho na sochti ho.

Main: Mujhe lagta hai………. Humari muhabbat ki shiddat zindagi kay bojh talay kahin dab gayi hai.
Woh: Sahi keh rahi ho.

Main: Chalo….. Hum ittefaq tau abhi bhi karte hain.

Woh: Haan, ittefaq muhhabat ki shart nahi.

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میں: کیا ہم بدل گئے ہیں؟
وہ: ایسا کیوں  لگا؟
میں: یونہی
وہ: تم یونہی نہ کچھ کہتی ہو نہ سوچتی ہو
میں: مجھے لگتا ہے........ہماری محبّت کی شدّت زندگی کے بوجھ تلے کہیں دب گیی ہے 
وہ: صحیح کہہ رہی ہو 
میں: چلو........ہم اتفاق تو ابھی بھی کرتے ہیں
وہ: ہاں! اتفاق محبّت کی شرط نہیں


Feb 10, 2012

Feb 9, 2012

Wash Away Those Years .......

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We were smiling in different directions; the moment our eyes met we stopped smiling.

Expressions changed and eyes left wandering on the floor. Learning has never been so easy, just like any instant recipe. A bit is taken out from strength mixed with heaps of willingness, coated in rock-solid pieces of heart and then keep frying your soul with unmet desires, till you are burnt.

Remember the walk we took under the drizzling sky and above soaked pavement?

I remember. Each step we took, each look we had while holding on to your shoulder; the most serene and maybe the most secure moment of life so far. We built a world within the world right then and there.
And then you broke it, broke our world altogether.

The equilibrium of life was lost somewhere in the middle of Sweet November.




Jan 23, 2012

Dec 17, 2011

A Futile Attempt

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God is definitely the best artist I have ever known.

There are hundreds of faces I can see at this moment on Dubai Airport and all of them own different features and expressions. Every face is telling a different story from heading back home to go on a honeymoon. Promises in making and kisses being sealed on them, everyone is equally hopeless and hopeful.

It just surprises me to find myself looking out for that one face, which is impossible to be found. Yet you are all over the place.

Or maybe I am stuck in one place for life.

Dec 15, 2011

While the fountains danced, I wrote.

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Sometimes you just need a hit, a hit strong enough to break you into tiny pieces.


This hit can be emotional, financial or even physical but it must break your personified shell so your true strength can come out and shine. One may be broken through worst of worst means, either he gives up or looks for means to gather himself and be a diamond. Why I say diamond? Because it’s a found amongst darkest and most uneven curves; once it is rigorously polished and shaped, it picks its worth.


We, humans, are more or less the same, we discover ourselves in dark and downtimes. That’s the only time when we literally shake ourselves to the core and surprise ourselves with a silver lining inside.


Once it’s over, nothing more can hit you or either you don’t let it hit you.


You become shockproof !!!

Dec 11, 2011

Frostbite

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Insaan se ziada khubsurat aur uski fitraat se ziada badsurat cheez dunya main nahi.

Khubsurat yun kay wo Khuda ki takhleeq hai, ek kamil haqeeqat. Jab kay uski fitrat main muhabbat daali gayi hai jo hazaar badsurtiyon ki wajah hai. Muhabbat kam ho tau insaan na-mukammal ehsaas liye phirta hai aur agar ziada hojaye tau………paani per tairti laash ki surat hota hai jo na kay ubharti hai na doobti hai.

Zindagi jumm jati hai…… K-2 ki choti per jami baraf kay jaisi jis k pighalne ka mausam jitna jaldi ata hai utna hi tezi se palat jata hai. Pighlane wale mausam tau guzar kar agay nikal jatay hain per zindagi behte bethte phir se jamne lagti hai.

Abb k palatna tau iss jami hui zindagi per peir rakh kar guzar jana…….yun guzarna kay koi nishaan baqi na rahay………uss doobay hue adh’maray jism ko bhi mat choona…….. iss baar hara’rat jala degi.

Nov 23, 2011

Freezing Past

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While reading “One Day”, I looked at time on my iPhone to decide whether I should sleep, and the change of date told me it’s going to be a sleepless night. Getting up on my elbows, I looked closely at calendar date counting years passed by; years spent well.


Fears repaired.

Inspirations instilled.

Aspirations achieved.

Smiles played.

Heart healed.

The night turned cold, hinting on upcoming winters and the warmth of my bed cover put me through a good night sleep.
I signature my past to ashes; it doesn’t worth more.

Nov 1, 2011

Epilogue

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ہر کہانی کا اختتام لازم و ملزوم ہے. مگر کچھ کہانیاں ایسی بھی ہیں جو اپنے آغاز پر ہی انجام کو جان لیتی ہیں.
اس کے باوجود ان کہانیوں کو شروع ہونے سے کوئی نہیں روک سکتا ....... ان کے کرداروں کے نصیبوں کو ملنے سے روک نہیں سکتا....... ایسی کہانیاں اپنے آپ میں عجیب بدصورت سی خوبصورتی کی حامل ہوتی ہیں.

ہم بھی اسی خوبصورتی کے پیچھے ہیں...... جو وقت کی قید سے آزاد لامکانی کی صورت ہمارے بھاگ سے جوڑ دی گئی ہے.
ایک خوبصورت آغاز سے بدصورت انجام کی جانب جاتے ہوئے ................ خواہشوں میں لپٹے، تمنناؤں کا رنگ اوڑھے ہمیں گم ہوجانا ہے وقت کی دھول اور دنیا کے گرد و غبار میں ........

ہم سے میں اور تم میں بدل جانا ہے.