Jul 13, 2014

Phir Say......

 مجھے اک بار پھر تم سے عشق سے پہلے والی محبّت ہورہی ہے  ..... جس میں مجھے وقت کی رفتار بھول جاتی ہے اور بلاوجہ کی مسکراہٹ چہرے پر لپٹی پڑی رہتی ہے. 

جانتے ہو اتنے عرصے میں تو حکومت بدل جاتی، ان کے حامی بدل جاتے ہیں. لوگ زندہ مردہ ہوجاتے ہیں، نسلیں جواں ہوجاتی ہیں، برف کے تودے پگھل جاتے ہیں، سورج کی تپش بڑھ جاتی ہے. پھر میں اور تم کیوں  نہیں؟ سنتے تھے وقت کسی کے لئے نہیں ٹھہرتا.....خیر ، جب دل ٹھہر جائے تو وقت کی اوقات نہیں رہتی. 
میں تو اس چاند رات ہی ٹھہر گئی تھی  جب گلابی چوڑیاں ہاتھ میں لے کر اتری اور دور بیاباں سے ایک فون کال بجی . تم نے کہا جہاں تم ہو وہاں صبح کی ضمانت نہیں تو آج ہی مبارک لے لو عید کی. نہ جانے کیسےجانے میں  انجانے کے لئے میری عید عاشور میں بدل گئی.
لیکن میں ٹھہر گئی!

خدا جانے تم کب ٹھہرے؟ 
شاید اس روز جناح برج پر سے گھر کو پلٹتے ہوئے یا شاید پھر اس قلعہ کے سناٹے میں جہاں میرے خیال کے سوا کچھ نہ تھا.

کیا فرق پڑتا ہے؟ 
عشق تو ساتھ ہی پروان چڑھا.....امر بیل کے جیسا !!


#بانوسازی 





Jul 11, 2014

May 8, 2014

Jan 13, 2014

Jan 9, 2014

Living in a Bubble

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

   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

،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

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

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......

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

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......

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

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


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

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 .......

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

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.