Smell of our soil ! – Credits Google




Rain, the tears of heaven

causing the sweet fumes of

my beautiful motherland to


& waft

into the consciousness

of my mind



It carries to me

the subtle taste

of blood of Martyrs

It leaves with me

the after taste of

labourer’s sweat



but its corrupted !

Its pureness adulterated

by the powers that be

or are to be !

A poisoned metallic gustation

that mirrors the soul of the populace !









Posted: August 26, 2014 in Uncategorized

Originally posted on adventuresofsufigirl:

And know that all of Allāh’s secrets are in the heavenly books, and all of the secrets of the heavenly books are in the Qur’ān. And all of which is in the Qur’ān is in al-Fātiḥah, and all of which is in al-Fātiḥah is in bismillah.. and if you probe further you may come to know that all of that is further contained within the tiny dot below the Ba (the first letter of bismillah)

Traditional Sufi Saying, via Technology of the Heart

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Credits:-Artist Laura Sava


As my “self” resurrects 

the drunken stupor fading away

my head bursts,

overwhelmed by a million different emotions



to Anger

to Heartbreak & Depression


like a drug addict chasing a hit

or like a


yearning to kiss


I look at my only remedy


As my eyes gaze

at her captured allure

’tis just a ghost of her enchantment

but still potent

for us paupers of amour


For the auburn 

gleam of her eyes

the glistening ruby of her lips,

the bronze of her skin,diaphanous in muslin

guides my soul back to the phantasms of her being !















Heaven on Earth !

Originally posted on muradkamal:

All I really hope for is that people from all over the world can see Pakistan for what it truly is, not what the media or the propaganda shows us to be.

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Gallery  —  Posted: July 21, 2014 in Uncategorized



Credits:-Google images

She likes to caption

perfectly poised pictures

with prose

of philosophical perfection

She considers herself art

A fragmented,

forbidden attraction!

In fact

she’s just a mirage

a refraction of perception

materialistic shallowness

cloaked  in lyrical dervishness !





The serenity my soul

once possessed,

blows away

like fragile auburn leaves

on a crispy Autumn morn !

For the tree of my “self”

is bared with life’s gusts!

Exposing stark naked

the branches of my personality,

For the white mantle of snow !

For it is said

“Winter is the spring of genius “

Daamun chupa kar jo tum nikley ho

iss dil pey vaar karkey !

(After delivering a blow to my heart you have

ran my love, covering your frame/bodice/lap!)

Aye they tum aye Saqi,

Wasl ki aas dey key !

(With a promise /incitement of union

you came to me Oh Cup Bearer! )

Khambakht they hum

key bhool gey Hussain!

(And Lo how cursed you are !

that you forgot Hussain!)

Ye siraf qabz kar tey hey roohon ko

ganeeh zulfo ka chaoon dey key !

(They only reap the souls of  poor men

with the shadow of their lush black hair )