gazal by mhmd mhsn nawaz

... do come back home my dear  what follows is  expected

.to live a life there  what follows us expected

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I shall express my live fir you  so ehat follws  is expected

If you  agree willingly what follows is exoected

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What if you decorate yourself  before making  your appearance

The world will be dazzked  as us expected

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Show your strength of character what follows us expected

Use your  thoughts sharp enough to kill what is really expected

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.desires are  separate from destiny  and fate 

If  admirer us acceptable you kniw what follows

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.identities remain strong even when barriers are broken

Love is a great merger not complete eraser what follows

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.beneath their feet is the world if satusfsction

ashna ajnabi

...like   untrue friends the mood of the weather changed unpredictably, what did not change   and remained unchanged was the inner  complexion of the soul , all outer changes were meaningless completely  because the heavy heart stayed   only in sorrowful autumn

This moment also she was there by her windiw standing  mournful and sad, the window opened on the riad  as she watcged the sky shedding tears, traffic  moved at snail s pace  the scebe was drrenched in  the falling rain, people  running around drenched dripping here and there, embracing the entire scenery she stoid still in complete overwhelming silence, as if trying to find herself amidst them all

drhaqiqat

...you must have certainly heard the old saying  of wisdom in life  what  is seen  does not exist and what really exists can not be seen, so the following story is a narrative on the same theme  whether you believe it or not but as the narrator  i do , in fact these days i remember it frequently everyday , whether one is famous and  popular or  aggressively disliked , whether one is considered  honest in work or dishonest , whether one is being cheated  or falsely accused , people instantly get ready to argue over every matter thinking  they are missing out on something but  what appears on the surface is absolutely different from the truth hidden underneath 

page 39..sunheri batein

.....strange as it may seem but live and respect  are not consistent if they dont  grow they  simply are lost

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.oddly enough  dogooders have charitable nature but  they are not valued , those who are valued  are not neccessarily   dogoodders

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.nobody can steal your destiny and your  good luck, no matter what

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.Many a times someone s prsence is more painful than their absence

from previous

...she had never before  seen so many n y police cars flashing  red blue lights circling their surroundings, the crime scene was  taped   and covered , it was  quite a huge area , a doctor was  taking care of scot in a hospital , a whisper in her ear spoke  paul must have dropped her home by now , get out from here quickly  or you will find yourself in big trouble, but she wanted to  confirm her doubts before she left, she kept on driving  firward making way for herself, a cop was tdying to tackle the traffic , her appriach drew his attention, , her car was almost  touching him , she opened the door to get out , the  grey haired cop pulled out handcuffs instatly, , she opened her handbag , his attitude changed when she showed him her golden badge given by n y p d, 

qatil kasuati

...it was a fantastuc idea , lunch in paul s office on pearl street , what a surprise it will be , she dressed up in paul s favorite apparel   , she confirmed  from his assistant  jene  he was present in his office  but she could not take a risk to keep her arrival a secret after all jene was working for him not her

Enjoying andvrelishing her own idea if giving him a surprise , she reached  his location on a vehicle, she spotted paul exiting his office  , she was forced to apply brakes  because by his side was a red head beauty, her sentiments and romantuc feelings  simpky evaporated and disappeared  in the air , she was closely aqcuainted with his office staff , this  lovely woman was not one of the staff , they were warmly comfirtable and informal with each other, both were happily smiling chatting and laughing as they walked firward , paul stopped a taxi

manzil

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manzil

..he boarded the eleven  p m bus at night, his chosen destination was sadaqbad from where he had received a phone call that fauziya had committed suicide, the phone call was  made by his brother who was located in sadaqbad then  at ten thirty , he was completely aware of  fauzya and his  relationship not only him but her both  brothers also knew of  fauzya s relationship with him  , in fact fauzya s mother also  knew of  it to some extent

He got on the bus from sikhra  , the bus had not gone very far when the busdriver had to stop it suddenly  mumbling  who had left them there on the road at night

He took a peek out from his window to glimpse a herd of sheep crossing the road, he  realsed they had  very far to go , he got engrossed in looking out of the window at the scene and when he turned to look about himself he found a girl had occupied the empty seat next to him

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