she was naturally like that--fire firey and hot, she had before this been a lecturer at the university of londn, he was sure rosy must have read the SMS and enjoyed it , hearing the divine harp playing in her heart
what he did to trap rascal king was to catch him when he would arrive with his girl friend for weekend to stay at the south beach but his plans were foiled
we never separated nor lived together
spending time in sorrow in evenings
enveloped in the air of betrayals
uncontent days and remained uncontent nights
created I a world of dreams but
nor did we stay in nor out of it
why my goodness in snatched from me
tell the sun to stay in its limits
arrested in whose thoughts day and night I am
would die to have to be with me
everytime something is missing for me
all meetings remain unsatisfied somehow for me--
as she tried to put drops of water into the open mouth of the wounded bird he came in
in the pitch black night darkness the landcruiser flew away smoothly, it was a semi rocky terrain,, spiral , he was sure the road would end somewhere on solid turning, some three kilometers later the road passed through a tight corner, he had to slow down to take a careful turn when he heard a hissing voice sending a cold shiver down his spine--dont move or i shoot
he lay down and dozed off thinking on the subject, what a deep sleep it was, never before in life did he sleep like that, for some unknown reason he felt euuphoria, that girl was what he had always idealised secretly, she was full of magic
every time I thought
Every time I promised
not to cry
not to ooze tears
but when the spring blossomed
innocence and beauty of tiny blossoms
Forced me to get sentimental
emotional as ever
he was watching the intruder woman jumping on the terrace and running straight in the direction of that room, when she was caught she was shocked to know the man whom she wanted to kill was already dead--shah zeb with whose blood she would have got satisfaction of her life
then he said he would wait as long as it was needed, but amir gondal tightly held his arm and stopped him , he said one must possess the heart of a lion not to kill his enemy but to make him a friend
and then he suddenly heard someone moaning, looking around him he saw the man near the river who lay with his head sunk in the water , he was still bleeding and wounded but his nose and mouth was out of water and he was breathing , the dying man told him who had attacked him
he shot his father dead, on his corpse he remarked that if only he could explain him once how it felt to fight your own battle to win different from making others defend you
she questioned him if this is how a wife is treated, she had turned old , staying within the four walls of the house, talking to herself , with nobody to share her woes, he said he had to marry the other woman because she was not ready to live with him otherwise, but would agree willingly when married
the boy thought he could not push who was already fallen, he could not hit who was already hurt, he could not kill who was aready dead, his father got up, leaving him he said he knew what his wife and he thought of him, that he was bad, but he had a right to live his way as the boy had his own life to lead his way, they both had their own private lives and owned it to noone else, they were not answerable to anyone, wishing him well for life he advised him to be wiser
the mother sat down in a chair , her serene looks, her steady heands , her comforting touch all gave his strength , she was his moral support, she said her husband no longer was hers, but the boy still remained hers the reason she instructed him confidently, she had still rightfully a duty to advise him , but the father was not her possesion and he was overage to be commanded or told right and wrong, he could not learn any more
the boy returned home to tell his mother all about wha he had seen in the farmhouse, that his father was hosting dance parties , gatherings of dancing girls and lovers of them were invited , but he was surprised when his mother showed no reaction nor did she look alarmed , only the same sad look , the same silent person who kept on doing her duty
she was cooking chicken and daal for all, but for hamza something special to his liking , he was so much like his father, choosy and moody, she recalled how once in the past her husband had held her hand when she had stupidly touched the hot cooking ware carelessly
maina was busy with house hold chores, when asifa remarked how fortunate she had been to marry the man who cared so much for her, , their life was so perfectly right, , maina felt how wrong she was , it was all in the past , life had changed
woma is a strange creation of nature, not easy to understand, all of them are the same, whether old or young, rich or poor, they love storing dried pressed rose petals in books, dreaming of a life full of romance
with lots of intense desires I wished
before the season of autumn arrives
to restore the plant of faith again
to dream of blossoms of dutibound
saving them from all bitter harshness
fulfilling all promises in time
what i did not know was
when the seasons change
it is unwrit law
not knowing that
the seasons are fickle
nothing is hid from faithless autumn
mother had liked the girl , she would prove a good life partner , at least noone else other than her husband would say she had been his girl friend or had enjoyed a live in relationship , a good wife is a gift of good luck
whistling an english tune he stepped in,, his father asked where was he all day, sometimes he must see the office ,asghar was gone on a tour to the factory, so it was his duty to be present there, said annoyed sadiq sahib sitting in his sofa seriously
both hazifa and anasar were sent to england for higher studies, ansar had adapted himself to new culture climate and atmosphere and blended well, deciding to stay on , he made many friends and his social circle increased
nasar his childhood friend meets him , walking towards the beach he said he had returned to pakistan some months ago, because his mother wanted him married to a suitable pakistani girl and father wanted him to join his business and help his sibling
he had just then left alone from his house, to live a moment of intense joy in a crowd so alive, he had since his childhood days done everything very wisely , always foreseeing the consequences, of his actions,he prided on his plannings, executions of plans and his brains
there was a noisy scenario of life full of joy fun and frolck around him surrounding him in a moment of relaxation, he always spent his spare time in a crowd
today her own mother is a mother in law, , selection of asaf for his life partner was appropriate, but they would wait for her to mature , and complete her education for better understanding
he was just fourteen, their haveli was in the village , two miles away his father lived in a farm house , all their land matters were discussed there , khuda baksh was kind of their unofficial watchman who lay there on a bed near the entrance , his slight eye sign could stop ayone from going in the farm house, one day the boy walks in , first he decides to go straight into the hall where his father usually sat discussing land matters with his friends , but changing his mind he looks in through the window, his father was throwing handfuls of money on the dancing girls
Ginger --according to a latest survey has proved a pain killer, those who excercise and develop muscular pains are relieved of their aches just by chewing a small piece of ginger
philipine university has developed a mobile for the blind , easy to operate
faridi solves the case and discusses with his friend and associate hamid--it was an evil network of them who composed beautiful leeters , became pen friends of women and later blackmailed them
all the three elder sisters got together , or they were invited to get together, , she was one of the six siblings , fourth in number, not an only child, nor the eldest nor the youngest yet she was the most favourite and pampered of her father who declared without her consent the proposal the previous day brought by the bua-aunt must not be accepted to the natural wrath of her mother
almighty has given the gift of eid-ul-fitr and eid-ul-azha to the world specially for the fasting faithful, it is a reason to celebrate joy
a thought came to his mind, he was so wealthy , how could he exhibit his status before the world, he must give a feast in thanks giving , inviting all humans and other non human species that inhabit the universe , as big as huge ponds metal ware for cooking were used to prove he was the most generous of all, he was confident he could feed them all
lisa gets a suitable office post in george"s company , he was an old friend, but distances between her and alen grew much faster, soon she realises her mistake but decides not to confess that her decision was wrong, but returning home to a caring husband was her final choice
mable was creating problems in the office, whoever complained against her was thrown out, lisa discussed her office with alen who suggested she could be a housewife and spend life on his salary
it was a sunday morning, both lisa and alen had finished their heavy breakfast, both were relaxing reading newspapers, on the carpet, if the weather had allowed they would never stay home like this
morgan sees himself he was made of light, in that world all his friends were made of shadowless light, he knew there was no return ever to his loved ones, he could only wait for them to join him
morgan"s friend steffi supported his decision of flying in all the bad conditions just because jean was about to operated upon, the mother had sent message on wireless
morgan gained consciousness, he felt pain , he was all alone, deadly silince prevailed, the aircraft wreck in which he was reminded him of his wife jean
faridi said if the lady had swallowed poison it would have been more reliable suicide, but she jumped off from the balcony , she was trying to keep a secret that involves someone else other than them both
suddenly nayeed 's shrill cry in the other room drew her attention, she jumped up to see what did the child need, but stopped herself , the infant"s tiny hands and eyes would stop her from taking her decision, she must in the same room wait for her husband,
he had already crossed the age of fifty, but they had been married just three years, naturally she was his first wife, he was one of the most wealthy hoteliers in town , he owned three hotels, , he was a caring husband but his business kept him away ,, she again was on the same mental track what would he think, how would he react , he had proved a good husband but she must die
she turned towards the table , the tiny glass bottle attracted her attention , the lable read-poison, all she needed to discuss with him was about her daughter nayeed-just an infant, she had decided not to live by tomorrow
the tall buildings of the town in that terrible thundering storm trembled, the rain had not stopped since evening, though the force slowed down a bit, then again with an aweful menacing force it began raining, lady dawood 's dry parched lips suggested the rain was ineffective, she looked out of the window, her beautiful face was worn out with fatigue, she had been waiting too long for him
so untill officially the contract was sanctioned patrick was free to roam around, he liked going to the local bar, he also celebrated his forty fifth birthday there, on the walls he saw bull fight posters for those interested in participating in the competition,, it was all so new and exotic for him
patrck pulled the lowest drawer of the dressing table , al his money in the box was safe, that he had put there before,, he was a civil engineer, come to mexico on a contract, but the official procedure was going slow pace, it was rather complex, he was a divorcee because his wife hated his travelling and touring job and never travelled herself, but he knew the place was so beautiful they both could have enjoyed living there all their life
patrick was stunned to see his fat purse looking slim, all his contents , licences, cards, documents, cash was gone, just a meagre two hundred pesos were tucked in the corner by his kind friend paoli
he glanced at the watch , it was ten thirty, breakfast was over, now he had to do with a couple of coffee cups,getting up he needed to go to the wash room, without feeling the need to switch the lights on, the glow of the day was sufficient, the luke warm running water in the taps invited him but he felt his head spinning again, he quickly dressed up
david patrick opened his eyes, the room was filled with bright sunshine, he again closed his eyes, his head was spinning, the room seemed to circle ,his throat was bitter, his stomach ached badly
he tried hard to remember what had happened the night before, , paoli had given him drinks and he had collapsed
when ripened in the sun of hopelessness
thorns of doubt prick
the rosy spring of love
turns pale
bitterness in love
burns destiny
in the thickets of sorrows
rubbing off its empty hands
shrivelling blossoms of dreams
buds of crushing pain
spread everywhere around
in tight layers
the moment fayaz enetred the room she complained he was getting so busy that she was seeing less of him , she was not getting any time to talk to him, he said she never talked to him , only demanded and demanded what she desired
