I Made You Choose...

... Yet its hard to accept the pie coz your lush lush lips , dear love , certainly lie It will rise again & rise high Coz hush hush , dear love , This quill of destiny You cant buy.... :-)

Writer's Block?

Is only a virtual disease. The moment you pick that rusting beauty (pen) from the long forgotten closet, it flows like that volcano waiting since centuries to explode alll that was filling it up.

dua

jo miley hayat e khizar mujey
aur usay mein sarf e sana karu
tera shukar phir be ada na ho 
tera shukar kesey ada karu


terey lutf ki kui had nahi
ginoo kis tarah k adad nahi
nahi kui terey siwa mera
jisey yaad terey siwa karu


mein bohat e ajiz o benawa
terey agay meri bisaat kya
mein kaha karu tu suna karay
tu deya karay mein leya karu


terey dar pay kham rahay sar mera
teri rehmato may guzar mera
kui bhool ho tou maaf  kar
mujey bakhsh day jo khata karu

do it && avoid if`s` later-

I would have invited friends over to
dinner even if the carpet was
stained and the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in
the "GOOD" living room and
worried much less about the dirt
when someone wanted to light a fire
in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to
listen to my grandfather ramble
about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car
windows be rolled up on a
summer day because my hair had just
been done.

I would have burned the pink sculpted candle
 before it melted in storage.

I would have sat on the lawn with my
children and not worried
about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less
while watching television and
more while watching life.

I would have gone to bed when I was
sick, instead of pretending the
earth would go into a holding
pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would never have bought anything
just because it was practical,
wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed
to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months
of pregnancy, I'd have
cherished every moment realizing
that the wonderment growing inside
was the only chance in life to
assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously,
I would never have said,
"Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more "I love you"
and more "I'm sorry".

If given another chance to do my life over.
I would seize every minute.

The key to life is not wishing you could

But to Cherish each day!

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khushe sy apni ankhun ko mae ashkhun my bhego daeti,
maera bdlay to hans leta
 teray bdlaY mae ro laeti


. . . Mujy ay kasha tera dard sara mil gea hota. .