Destiny

I was born on 03 August in Holy Family Hospital .My mother told me that, it rained heavily when I was brought home from the Hospital. The only memory of that place is that I’m waving my hand to my school going sisters from my flat's gallery, standing on the small table.
When we moved to a new place ,the first thing I remember is a car, in which I’m sitting on the front seat watch a tree full of blooming flowers .This tree is still there after 25 years ,still full with flowers. In my early days of life, we kept two white rabbits .My activity was to open the gate for them and run after them in my neighborhood, I was very found of staying away from home ,so when in afternoon Mum make’s me sleep, I use to run away from her quietly. Now after a long time I have heard a poem from Perveen Shakir (late).Its says all .I’m about to cry as it feel’s that this is true.
It says that when you were a child, you always move around me as a butterfly, then gradually your teachers and friend became more important then Mum and when you are grown up as a man, a woman will enter in your life .You, my child have to move forward and me, your Mum will be separate, because this is my Destiny

Passenger

Waiting in a group of unknown people , travelling together in a same direction with different destinations,thinking ,what is special in you that intrest them.
Sitting in one corner ,putting hands in the pockets and feeling the chain reaction of the people ,passing their feeling to the fresh crowed just entered the underground tube .
As the tube move's close to the end stop ,seat's are full ,but only on one side .
Sitting alone as a king ,thinking and laughtfing on my own as an unidentified passenger.

unsolved

Sitting on a hard chair ,thinking about the past .opening the door and started walking slowly towards death,thinking deeply about the past once again.

heart killing mind's thoughts .

Train tracks,train,thoughts .dead unsolved .

I'm thinking about this for many days that how far one think's before he/she takes his/her life.
Still unsolved

Run

After spending good time travelling on the road , as a front seat passenger in a car ,I start looking out to the road side ,as if never seen them .Every sight is new ,feeling sad,asking why ignored them for a very long ,as if i have insulted them and now it's their turn to reply.
Reply to the past with no present plan and still future is bright .
Life is on a Run.

Hope

Every quite night when I came back home, sitting in front of a TV to watch a new movie, one more time. Don’t know when my eyes stick to the young tree outside my window, showing the same old movie with new version.
Autumn is on and most of the leaves left home. I closed the window to end a sad story.
This old story with new versions continued with showing the reality of life, showing hope for a better tomorrow.
After few weeks the young tree was sparkling again with beautiful flowers blooming brighter and my eyes, smiling.

Silent Guide

Walking on the path alone, looking for the familiar faces will not help you satisfy with the bad night sleep? Moving slowly towards the destination as if there is no urgency to reach .No one, no work waiting for you .Moving with a busy crowd as if a lost cause of a yellow leaf, missing home.
Then suddenly the boundaries of the roads started talking as if they were the destination missed.
Standing every day to guide the lost cause, writing the answer on the minds,

talking silence, talking Walls