Can we still be categorised as humans?
Or do we need a new name for the phenomenon we have become?
Category: Random Thoughts
Juvenile Thoughts 08
I think once Trump did say something that made sense and it was not bullying…
I just can’t recall it. 🤔
…Sorry, must have been a burp!
Juvenile thoughts 07
Why do we always have perfect answers to the questions not directed to us?
Juvenile thoughts 06
Why does chocolate taste sweeter when received, not bought?
Juvenile thoughts 05
St. Valentine stayed a bachelor.
Passing the buck, are we?
Nazar | Urdu | Poetry
Mere mehboob ki nazaro se bach ke rehna,
Wo janta hai dil kaha chhupa rakha hai.
Uski palko ke uthne aur girne ke beech;
Deewano ne afsana bana rakha hai.
Translation:
Beware of the eyes
of my beloved who
will find your heart
no matter where it hides.
Tales of love are told
mid the moment
she gazes at you
till she drops her eyes.
Context:
Urdu poetry developed in a culture where women did not speak to unrelated men at all. Poets have filled countless pages describing the language of eyes that existed between lovers; how just raising gaze to look at one could incite a love story told and retold around the fire.
Juvenile thoughts 04
Why is it that the unrequited love stays with you throughout life as a bitter-sweet memory, while “requited” love is just… well… marriage?
Juvenile thoughts 03
Is there a reason why people I bear with do not, in turn, bear with me?
Nadaan | Urdu poetry
Naadan sanam ki masoomiyat se haar jate hain.
Salaam kar ke milte hain, seena chaak kar ke jate hain.
Translated into a Lantern poetry
Naive
Stony heart;
Blessed my life;
And left, ripping me
apart!
Context: This piece points out the irony of “Salam” as greeting between parting lovers (a blessing for a long life).
Juvenile thoughts 02
Finding love isn’t difficult. It finds you once, twice, thrice…
Difficult is deciding where you want to halt and stay forever.
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 