it was pitch dark, absolutely silent, the night was calling them, they both drove off, their car was smoothly cutting the thickness of the fog, suddenly he notices someone far in the distant glowing lights in the fog a figure dressed up in old fashioned style , he felt his past stood before him, as if it was a familiar vision, a spooky illusion,
the floods are here
the eyes have seen
the extreme destruction
where ever turns eye just water
stormy hurrcane
but just know that
if nature provided oceans with power of havoc
that otherwise is in silent limits
controlled
not blundering
almighty my desire is
that strength can be bestowed on any
or destroy he can any
but one can take just enough to capacity
no more
says Qaisar
He knows how much is enough
No more
time and situation fixes the value and worth and importance to everything, the unexpected happenings make one lose his peace of mind , and that's what he was going through that phase in his life
the owners of the cottage had gone on vacation, a professional thief hires another to break open their cash box , and soon a police man joins them and one escapes with his dressed up accomplice
it was a most amazing fountai,musical and revolving, she was carelessly tossing her veil, toying with it, the clouds were showering diamond drops to fill up her hair with ethreal shimmer, on the trees chirped joyfully sweet melodious chirpy colourful birds, singing odes in her praise, it was absolutely enchanting
whe ever the nights unleash their dark veils
why do roll down pearls of tears
when I am alone all by myself
the surrounding walls of mud speak my thoughts
I want your closeness , I feel all right
There aches my heart , I am allright
You could not meet me elsewhere
desiring of you , I am all right
he looked again at the wall clock, it was still not five, the time was not passing , it seemed to him he thought time quickly passed just in the mornings, he no matter what he did was always late for office , he had bought a bike with his precious savings , but the poor condition of the roads had turned the bike also bad that was always in a workshop being repaired
he got down from his van and stood admiring the impressive building, at the entrance were guarding two marble carved lions,, it was a marvel a century old--the beautiful villa
rascal king was the only one , the ruler of the underworld, noone could stand alive before the ruthless after trying to humiliate him
as he came out he saw next to his car hers , with her at the driving seat waiting impatiently for him, rosy was happy to see razi
that cheval mirror still stood there in the same position in the varanda reflecting the garden, signs of ages had appeared on it, yet the mirror had a strong powerful hold over sherbanu"s eyes , not letting her look away from it, as she stood there gazing at her own reflected image she saw the same long ago image of herself, at the back of her emerged sheville"s image , both stared at each other in the mirror , they couldn"t not look at each other , but slowly shied away ,unable to bear the depth of glances
come let us again discover
that innocent childhood
those innocent joys
those colourful moments
where no pain was
where no reason to fear
only infectious smiles
just happiness spread
when it rained
paper boats we made
to sail to drown
to enjoy inventing games
every face seen
seemed so nice
come let us again discover that innocent world
he firmly asked his grandmother to find out from that crazy young girl why did she want to kill herself before ,if he just by a fraction of a second had failed to see she would have joined the celestial world, amrah said her mother too was like that , she had inherited that wild streak from her, who used to trouble amrah's brother
tausif and yasmin had a son-and two daughters, sara was father"s pet , ariba was mother"s favourite, yasmin"s extremely rude and ill mannered natured and rough behaviour separated the couple , to remarry tausif to his elder sister in law"s sister, khalida who was a perfect match for him
razya had completely changed her appearance, her latest fashionable dress on her still gave her backward style away, she looked a specimen of some strange weird breed , not presentable , her attitude remained the same , her new clothes could not disguise it
the contemporary woman is getting modern , educated and bolder with times
yet the sociaty does not readily give her absolute freedom to unleash her inner abiliteis,though she is entering new circles to prove herself , her worth and her value
this november issue of pakeeza anchal gives most useful recipes as always -starting from-bara masala kabab
steamed kabab
Paye
raan roast
kadahi maghaz masala
masala dar kaleji
pasande gravey
hari mirch masala gosht
khasta gosht
chatpate baby potaoes
kheer seviay to wind up sweetly the entire round
walked we together
stopping on the way together
how could I not but love
in her laughter were joys
my life is not mine any more
all my plans went awry
separation begot nothing
did she or not break my heart
or did I or not leave her
the bond was broken or is it?
to see razya from toba tek singh they were shocked , she was coming towards them , their gaping mouths forgot to shut themselves, it was as if obama had apologised for his policies or film star mera had promised not use bad english
he was a banker , who had given loan and kept a diamond crown in his old safe placed in his flat on the third floor in a eight storeyed building, he tells his son arthur , mary when lucy had served him a drink , he asks the narrator to solve the case as the jewels were missing
the case was over, three days had passed, he sat by his window looking out at the crowds coming out in the snow , the snow had also stopped falling
shabnam was treated well, her abductors had after her identification of kanwal had ignored her completely
the writer narrates since his childhood he had read many tales and adventure stories on hunters, impressing on his mind that corbet, and others of his kind had killed so many tigers in the stories that actually never existed in that number in the forests
what enchantment in the tones of love spread out
how will the time pass away
not knowing when
since i met you
i lost my self
unable to breathe without you
life is meaningless
without you even a moment
You are the ultimate fact
like a distant dream
illusive escaping
like peace
evaporaing
you are my soul mate, my life partner, my companion
you are my soul mate my life partner, my companion
let us envelope
to merge identities
distant if you
miserable it feels
noone else is
as fortunate as me
as i have been the chosen one
I am your shadow
You breathe me
our hearts beat each others name
Its just me just me and you
You are reality
Illusion too
Oceans are you
Thirst endless too
gentlenes you
Impatience too
where ever I go
You are with me
constantly
O My Gracious-
I decorated all my life dreams around you
each breath of mine
in the shade of my eyes
secured they were
all your actions
all your feelings
O My Life companion
my life substance
my soul material
look at me
to understand me
O my Gracious
O My personificated kindness
all my questions
all sorrows
all fears
tied up my heart
what can I doto unfold them
what can I do of my love for you
someone tell my love not to speak
my eyes are closed
tell my love not to dream
as no courage I have to walk on stars
asud and khalid were recovering, asud was more seriously injured, khalid wanted him to rest, both take medicines , khalid had some motivation-to help alisha, and asud felt very low, he could not cat walk with the top models on the ramp wearing all those head to foot bandages
shamsa was very annoyed , her ego and self respect was shattered, it was a blow , an insult, in her room she broke down, picked up her suitcase and started packing her clothes and her children"s
all as it was their daily routine gathered for the meal, when arrived shamsa zaras beghum irritably commented on her asking why was she there and not asked the food be served in her room, her husband jamad looked concerned and amad also was surprised , because the beghum only was as a rule callous to sanwal and to no one else
it was a terrible accident in which khalid and asud were injured quite seriously, the shocking information sent waves of panic all around in the their family and friend circle
tomato is a popular item found in kitchens world wide, it can also be used as home beauty product for facials, cleansing, face mask, and acne treatment
if man loses his calibre , falling down from his status and fails to perform quality work all can be tolerated but if his intentions change , his honesty is affected then it is outrageously unacceptable but on the faces is not written who is honest in work
since his return from constantinople kaisar was feeling low, he lost interest in all, he was called by the sultan who was ready to invade europe, ,he was ordered to command the ottomon army into the european territory, that made kaisar delighted because his josie was in constantinople and he could make an agreement to safe passage for her, and the queen was also ready to offer help before
kaisar knew perfectly well how naturally constantinople was surrounded on one side with incredible mountain ranges on the other the ominous seas, it was impossible to invade
the sultan of ottoman empire was busy in a very important discussion when the arrival of kaisar was announced, quickly enough all were made to disperse because kaisar was to meet the sultan in private
then kaisar asked in a most casual of tones as if it did not matter at all the secrets of their army ,
josie had suddenly there before him, they happened to meet again like this after ages , the shehzada was searching for her in the royal corridors, she promised to see him again later, because she had taken the responsibility of the little shehzada to raise him like her own son, even the queen was after his life
then he told his good neighbour he had called the police, he had confessed his crime he had commited some time ago, he pleaded him to take care of his family , and take his lawn mower, both were thinking of the other's well being and wellfare
the most generous, the most beneficient, the most merciful , constant giver
the world goes round and round , people get married, have kids make families, raise children and again the grown ups are married off to begin the same cycle of life that makes the world, but a good daughter , can only become a good daughter in law, a good wife responsible mother and helpful to her husband and understanding social member, who is the right woman is redefined, a fair skinned woman or who has a huge bank balance or neither of the or both?
a reader asks advice , he who is working earning and also attending private classes is in love but his family and the girl's do not agree because of his black past, he had been a fraud and joined bad company , after his father"s death when noone was there to guide him
a reader needs help for his younger brother who faints long hours regaining consciousness at maghrib namaz, professional guidance is given
I lost myself, my life, to get dissolved
In his persona , his image in my mind
rises storm of memories of his in the yard of my heart
just remembers it your going away
-
It was the river of fire that i crossed successfully
the tests of love prove my loyalty
-
the world thought in its casual experience
The stone was never heart
-
I fear each tree "s shade -
That refrains from giving shade coolness to travellers
he was my friend of good times
I miss him so since last night
I must spend all my life time
half in remembering you
half in forgetting you
if not you what else do i have
though gathering is in the full swing
he may or not come but eyes are fixed expecting him
stars bend down looking for him
the heart is broken glances are sure
because the gathering is full
no more relishment out of life
a silent sound disturbs me
getting lost in love satisfies me
someone explain what it is
junaid was a salesman , as a routine the evening before he had some cash in his pocket , to deposit the amount he reached the bank at four , suddenly he was attacked from the back, turning he saw the person ready to hit him again , his cash was stolen when he regained his consciousness
junaid looks at the lawn mower in a corner in the lawn, he had borrowed it from his good neighbour shafiq , he ought to have returned it after use but he had ignored his duty and ashamed he stayed home
in the room sat his small sons- naved and sayed playing ludo, the game was a gift from shafiq durani - a most good natured specimen of a neighbour, , their houses was divided with a hedge but the love and deep bonding had made the hedge boundary invisible and meaninglessly insignificant
the sun was sinking in the west,the air was dry,, the cool breeze at dusk had begun, junaid sat by the window looking into the deep oblivion, he had experienced innumerable bad days in his life, but this day had super passed them all, the day had still not passed completely, the dying sunlight fell outlining the trees, this terrible sun set had brought the most aweful message for him
whenever eyes are lifted
waiting for you
they ar e shut
to dream of you
expecting you
believing you are mine
when you are not there
they drown
in the ocean of your memory
in your goodness
do you know
they cry in your
separation
my main stream life breathes you love
my heart throbs
only the rythm of your name
what do you know
let me tell you
That I Love you
