-it was dinner time , mashal sat with maliha , as she scratched the table allah dutta smiled meaningfully sitting next to dada jan in the most honoured seat, the food ritually began with ashrat jahan taking a scoop from one dish after which all the members present passed and revolved the dishes around ,
mahrukh was a single woman , in all cultures single woman is a prey, vultures hunt for such women because they have no one to support them, no relations, no friends, no circle, mah rukh was strong and could handle such hunters but the world is full of deception, aimless free flighty women become easy targets
you can not forget me so easily
the more you try the more stroinger my memory
Once I was your life
distant now my love shall pain you
annoyed why was I left
when shall you return to make up
I remain soulful without you
when shall we meet again
listen before-
farh as you leave
you shall find me waiting for you
when you decide to return
life is exactly like dusk
like a flickering mud lamp
the shuttered eye lids
hiding some sadness
thinking wrongly the soft breeze
were they not hard stones
overcast is my sky of destiny
escape from this crazed world
fickle it is like a beloved
the paths bed of thorns
sorrows of blossoms
when ever the doors open
mourns life outside
this season is of green leaves
of golden warm sunshine
of roses scented
when did we like
when we dreamt
stale dreaams paling
in that condition
a fragrant veil
neither a puff of cloud floated
nor a whiff of fresh air
let us do something this time
build we shall a new town for love
some dreams reached the line of horizon
let us read them before opening our eyes
daily routine specially with a rude uncaring woman like her, who always strated her day by behaving dryly that her husband always left for office empty stomach , without eating a bite, and thenshe was scolded , and advised never to beahave so , but stubbornly she every day switched on action replay
Love can not be changed any more
Losing you is impossible
as being with you is impossible
this evening, this meeting shall be remembered all my life
this moment, this time this journey shall be remembered all my life
abira asks shamsher where had he been all that time, and he was trying his best to avaoid her,
the phone rang up shrilly, amma answers the call, it was from the girl"s mother who wanted to clarify before marriage the boy --aqab would have to leave his own family and live with them, if it was agreeable , their only condition was this if they wanted to marry their beautiful girl
the three women visit the girl"s family, they were extremely happy to see the girl was a great beauty, all the dishes served were cooked at home by her,she seemed a wizard of sorts, talented and all rounder, they return home and talk as aqab listens pretending he was busy in other matters
both his appa and baji happily discuss how beautiful the sister in law of their friend is , as amma wants a daughter in law --the bride for his only son-aqab as pretty as a glosome moon shines amangst stars , they all talk his marriage as he eaves drop pretending himself busy in other matters
everywhere around the air smelled of briadal scent, the rooma was exotically scented with floral fragrance, three days had passed since the big day, the decorations were still amazingly fresh and refreshed everyone, the sound of glass bangles, smell of heady hena, and body oils mixed in the atmosphere of joy , it was like some dream
even though sharmin had cut off the telephone line aks kept on worrying how could anyone even think of her as destroying someone"s married life specially of shervil
taghral looked into the cheval mirror , shervil and aks were looking at each other, their reflections made him stop , shervil was asking the boys if they knew when he had met their mother and where , it was there before the mirror long ago,
o my passionate love may god bless you
in what pathetic condition you leave
how can one tell why they are lonely
their own belongs to others
if this is right why is it so
if this is a practice why does it happen so
If I stretch my hand i could touch her veil
to feel my pulsating heartbeat in her heart
so close yet so distant
it is very easy to get married , but very difficult to understand your spouse , specially the modern woma either turns old maiden or proves herself incompetent incompatible wife, behaving pattern changes after marriage , she becomes more rude demanding and selfish exactly opposite of what is expected of a good wife and a mother,
