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The Point of No Return…Home December 31, 2010

The Point of No Return …. HOME!!

I don’t know what to do and where to go. In a tiny expanse of a second, I am hugely split in a multitude of  directions. Like there is no clue to where the path lies or a branch ends with its various leaves hanging at every inch of it; each coming to an end where the leaf hangs. Is it not wrong? Is it not wrong a place to look at? For the destination of destiny can’t be so short lived to arrive at an end so near. The density of the leaves create a hay wired of emotions; sentiments so mix and intermixed that clarity seems so unfathomable to reach. The branch though seems quite logical as it runs long and deep with every passing wave of time that breaks when it has reached its most practically attainable height/limit.

Yet another year rolls its sleeves and the cloth of life is a little more shorter than it was. Time awaits time when it would just be enough to cover the bare necessities from the world around, marking a transition to a new era where comfy blankets of ultimate and unimaginable solace await the longing soul. The depth of the unfathomable soul that departs home could be achieved or perhaps there would no longer remain the infinite thirst of drinking from the fountain of youth.  The ageless reality might dawn upon the seeker and yet there might not remain any gravity to the new discoverable fact.

Though a realization might accompany, a truth that seems hugely likely that the inherent seeking nature of the bearer was just a behaviour; a behaviour rubbed off from the bodily and material surroundings. Or rather a seed cultivated by the Maker to remind continuously and continually, consciously and unconsciously of the absolute reality of the origin to the mass of the earthly being. The point of origin deems so likely to be the point of true return in this case. The Point of No Return.  A point so important and inevitable that the Source itself wouldn’t have let without embedding it in the creation. A point of reference to track back its path to the celestial abode that awaits to embrace the tortured, brutalized and abandoned soul.

This does arise a question in the quest …..though. The chemistry of the humanly attire is blessed with the ability to recognize References. Why would there be a reason to create References? The existence of time and passage is only felt through this mere consequence and innate ability of Reference.  Could the reason be more than the mere knowledge of past , present and future in what we call and know about our time on this planet? Could the real reason run far more deep than it seems apparently? The concise answer to that seems vague in absolute terms but a tangent to the answer might unveil the fact that it is required to establish a connection to the Absolute Reality. Whatever the physics, chemistry, biology or for that matter any other science relates to the points of references, the spiritual reality was the true essence of laying its foundation I believe. Without Reference, there wouldn’t be any urge to find, any desire to travel back home to the Point of No Return!!

The Bearer, The Seeker , The Searcher Holds its Breath Till The Façade Drops! Breathless; Speechless; in Awe and Aspiration clutching on tightly to the only remnants of the wildly insane inspiration and wishing Not to Die before Death embraces and makes itself known with its gentle outlandishly brutal Touch.


Hijab – Poetry Behind the Veil [ Urdu Poetry] November 28, 2009

Hijab [Veil]

Aey Zindagi! Tere Hijab se ashna hum kyoun na huay
Tere Qalb mein utartay huay Khursheed say
Ja baja Hum Kyoun na huay
Humari nazroun pur purhay thay talay
Humaray qafs pur qafal yeh, ayan kyoun na huay
Yeh rishta hai deyr pa, darust ya ghalat
Jo barhtay huay sayay thay, nihaah kyoun na huay
Aey Zindagi! Teri luzzatoun mein Jo zindagi hum pa gayay
Tere rothtay huay paykur, imtahaa kyoun na huay
Teri justajo, teri arzu, teri rung-o-bu
Tere lehjay ki zurdioun say nalah , hum kyoun na huay
Aey Zindagi! Teri subz ahoun say buni yeh surgoshiaan
Rouh key mausam in ghazloun say khizaa kyoun na huay
Aey Zindagi! Tere Hijab ki Aashiqi mein Fana , hum kyoun na huay
Is nadaangi mein Deewanay hum, Naadaah kyoun na huay

by Zuellah Huma Ahmed

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ا ے زندگی! تیرے حجاب سے آشنا ، ھم کیوں نہ ھوۓ
تیرے قلب میں اترتے ھوۓ خورشید سے
جا بجا ھم کیوں نہ ھوۓ
ھماری نظروں پر پڑھے تھے تالے
ھمارے قفس پر ، قفل یہ عیاں کیوں نہ ھوۓ
یہ رشتہ ھے دیر پا ، درست یا غلط
جو بڑھتے ھوۓ ساۓ تھے ، نہاں کیوں نہ ھوۓ
ا ے زندگی! تیری لذّتوں میں جو زندگی ھم پا گیے
تیرے روٹھے ھوۓ پیکر ، امتحاں کیوں نہ ھوۓ
تیری جستجو ، تیری آرزو ، تیری رنگ و بو
تیرے لہجے کی زردیوں سے نالاں ، ھم کیوں نہ ھوۓ
ا ے زندگی! تیری سبز آہوں سے بُنی سرگوشیاں
روح کے موسم ا ِن غزلوں سے خزاں کیوں نہ ھوۓ
ا ے زندگی! تیرے حجاب کی عاشقی میں فنا ، ھم کیوں نہ ھوۓ
اس نادانگی میں دیوانے ھم ، ناداں کیوں نہ ھوۓ


[Muntazir]-منتظر November 14, 2009


اب تو اُس لمحے کا انتظار ھے صرف
جس میں نہ ڈر ھو، نہ خوف ھو
نہ غموں کا کوئی ساتھ ھو
جس میں آلام سے فراق ھو
جس میں منزل کا طواف ھو
اب تو اُس لمحے کا انتظار ھے صرف
جس میں ھجر ھو، آزادی ھو
جس میں دوری اور ملاپ ھو
جو رنگوں کا اختلاف ھو
جس میں بیجان ھونے پہ جان آئے
جس کی حقیقت میں خواب سما جائے
جس میں سانسوں کا تھماؤ ھو
جس میں زندگی کا جھکاؤ ھو
جس میں اِس قفس سے نجات ھو
جس میں حیات کا اعتراف ھو
جس میں آنکھیں بند ھونے پر بھی
ھم پر روشنی کا غلاف ھو

by Zuellah Huma Ahmed

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Ab tou us lumhay ka intazaar hai sirf
Jis mein na durh ho, na khouf ho
Na ghamoun ka koi saath ho
Jis mein alaam say firaq ho
Jis mein munzil ka tawaf ho
Ab tou us lumhay ka intazaar hai sirf
Jis mein hijr ho, azaadi ho
Jis mein duri or milaap ho
Jo rungoun ka ikhtilaaf ho
Jis mein bayjaan honay pay jaan ayay
Jis ki haqeeqat mein khuwab sama jayay
Jis mein sansoun ka thumao ho
Jis mein zindagi ka jhukao ho
Jis mein is qafs say nijaat ho
Jis mein hayaat ka ayteraaf ho
Jis mein ankhein bund honay pur bhi
Hum pur roshni ka ghilaaf ho


Wild Mystical Ray September 29, 2009

Wild Mystical ….Ray

A little wild ray of light
Outstretches its feet to reach
From the violet forests where stars still sleep
Lifts her long veils as it touches with its glow
I look as white and beautiful as snow
The stars far are melting away
Ruffled water lilies rustling their wings
Crystal pearls springing in the moss
To welcome the morning breeze
A pink sphere matching; Oh flower-flesh!
Arrives with its coolness; to dawn upon the earthly beings

A little wild ray of light
Outstretches its feet to reach
Beguiling and Enthralling; Always in endless flight
Mounts in my soul so simply without revealing
Like magically paving ways that never before existed
Draws me within as it delves deep inside
So Solitary and Subtle, with invisible Pace
Full of Solace and infinite Grace
The rivers let me sail, and distance from the time
Till scented twilight falls upon the pearl skies
Droppings of indigo entrancing in delight
Dances away the yellow to make it more bleak
A wild ray of light still sparks till I seek

by Zuellah Huma Ahmed

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Food For Thought – One Liner (13) September 23, 2009

“Music is Food for Soul Or is Soul- The Food for Music ?”

by Zuellah Huma Ahmed


Horizon August 1, 2009

Creative Credits To: WHY

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Does everyone feel lost within their own sound
Does everyone search some hidden ground
Numb to the cold and wet they move on
They learn to live wet and just trudge on
Does everyone feel like this I don’t know?


NOT everyone feels like this I know
But those who feel would rightly say so
For horizon in front, is finite for so many
Yet only if your eyes could meet its Infinity
You spill your own flavors; you smell your own scents
Your horizon is drawn with colors your palette wets
Drenched in the dye, it draws a path to follow
Rich in truth, not very shallow
The skyline, the sea – the depth of their vacant souls
Their hollowly meeting, their tints full of wallow
Seemingly meaningless, the carvings it creates
Its trail marked behind with purpose that awaits
Enrich your eyes when they reach the horizon
Tune in to decode the plan in devising
There lies a Pinnacle, still in disguising
Cross over to see, there’s a SUN rising
Somewhere along where our sunsets – still surviving
For our sunset suffices, Its Call of Uprising

by Zuellah Huma Ahmed

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