زندگی، زندگی سے خالی ہے۔


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،سوچتا ھوں میں اکثرکہ
کیوں کسی کا چہرہ مسکراہٹ سے خالی ہے؟
کیوں کوئی غمزدہ سہارے سے خالی ہے؟
کیوں ہر چیز سے زندگی خالی ہے؟

ًمگر دیکھتا ہوں جب کسی غریب کو
،مصیبتوں اور قسمت کی چکی میں پستا
تو سمجھ آتا ہے کہ ہر کوئی یہاں احساس سے خالی ہے۔

،پھر دیکھتا ہوں جب خود کو آئینہ میں
تو نظر آئے وہ مصائب، پریشانیوں، مجبوریوں کا عکس
تو سمجھ آتا ہے کہ ہر کوئی یہاں خوشیوں سے خالی ہے۔

،اور جب دیکھوں محبوب کو کبھی تو یاد ٰٰٰٰآتے ہیں
وہی درد کے لمحات، وہی ٹوٹا اعتبار، وہی جھوٹے جذبات
تو سمجھ آتا ہے کہ ہر کوئی یہاں پیار سے تبھی خالی ہے۔

تو جب احساس، خوشیاں اور پیار نہ ہو
تو کسیے مسکراہٹ سے چہرہ خالی نہ ہو؟
اور کسیے زندگی، زندگی سے خالی نہ ہو؟

-رافعہ

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Note: 1


Well, now a days I’m feeling a bit lonely after a long long time because it’s summer and I’m just all home, doing pretty boring stuff like wasting my time and sleeping.I don’t do this purposely because I’ve always waited for these holidays, planned so much for that I’ll do this and that but now i’m probably liking just counting the days. My best friends were busy before holidays in their exams or something related to that and whenever I wanted to talk to them, they used to tell me that after the exams, in summer holidays, we’ll do talking like before we used to do till 3am about something lame and doing all the irrelevant stuff together and just laugh.

Nothing is happening as they said and they are still busy. I don’t know at this point, I think I should understand that they don’t want to talk or make time for me so I should do the same, but I miss them so much. I want to talk to them, ask to them how they all are doing, are they okay, are they healthy, are they enjoying the summer and Ramadan, what made them so busy that they can’t even tell me or drop a text, telling me that they miss me too but can’t be there. I’ll understand their situation and everything they will say, but the thing or the real problem is this that they say nothing. They can’t even waste a second, bother telling me that why they act like strangers?

This hurts a lot.

Easy/Hard


In this world,

It’s easy to hurt

But hard to care

In people,

It’s easy to give your word

But hard to fulfill

In this love,

It’s easy to fall

But hard to stay

In sentiments,

It’s easy to feel,

But hard to understand

In relations,

It’s easy to lie

But hard to be truthful

In this living,

It’s easy to die

But hard to survive

Note: I wrote that piece 2 years before so that’s the reason It lacks all the pure sense of poetry. I was young back there and didn’t upload it here but still I like it as It makes me realize the truth of this living and all. Don’t judge me. Haha.”

My Dad


To my dad, to the bestest man I have, to the only love I can never live without.

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I know this man
Who is dear to my heart
Suddenly one day
It was torn all apart

This man taught me everything
That I needed to know
But I never really listened
Until he had to go

He gave me love
And touched my life
It’s all over now
He no longer has to fight

He tried to teach me
Right for wrong
The day he left
I wasn’t that strong

He is gone now
It is hard to believe
This man is my dad
Who I will never see

But I will see him again
This I know
The day will come
When it’s time for me to go

So, I’ll hold him dear
And close to my heart
Cause the day we meet
I know we’ll never be torn apart.

Disarae G. Kuhn

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3AM Short Poem


I just want to portray you in my words

I want to make you experience like what I felt;

When you left me like it never mattered to you

I want to make you sob as you made me;

At the mid of every night under my blanket

I want you to realize the hurt you gave me;

Which I endured just to put your words out of my mind

But I won’t desire of anything like this for you;

Because my words might be enough to make you understand-

I don’t know


I don’t know where to start my routine of writing again after 4 or 5 months, well I’ve stopped writing blog posts as I was in high spirits in my life before so there was nothing murky about which I consider to share it with people. Because most of the times when you’re down in the dumps, you necessitate it to communicate your miserable sentiments which eats you from inside so letting it out is always essential to me in these type of circumstances.

Well, I don’t know why I always say that I don’t know about accurately everything in my life, that’s a bit frustrating as well for someone to listen it again and again. It must have built an consciousness in their mentality about me that I stay perplex every single split second. I don’t know what to say habitually because I really don’t know how to come to a decision that the words I’m going to say, will be acceptable from the one I’m sharing with. Or if I decide not to divide my words with someone, I feel like I’ll lament in the end by not saying and telling people the real genuineness about them.

That’s the same thing with my writing habit; I don’t know, urgh, again. I’m so confused about what should be written or what should be kept underground because I think that only high-quality and beneficial words should be written. So that even the depressing people, out there, reading your blog, must take it as something inspirational or to gain knowledge of something good from it. But at the same time, most of my writings are about broken heart or this damn living for which every human has to fight back through pain to accomplish the contentment in life because that’s what I think all the time. I swear, thinking about having a hope seems like hope against hope to me and that’s the thing that isn’t letting me to smoother my fidgets.

I don’t know but actually here I come and read people’s poems and blogs which seriously enthuses me a lot and you know what, it makes me thankful every time to see people are doing their part to spread something excellent around every corner with their words. But most of the times, I feel like they must’ve fine-looking lives and that’s the explanation of their hopefulness and optimism because if they could’ve seen those people who burn up their crusts in the hot summer to produce a bit cash, those who couldn’t meet the expense to get education, those who died in some bomb attacks, those who doesn’t have the one they love, those who don’t do any struggle but still get the most excellent and many other insecurities and depression like this, will must talk about hope and gratitude to God. You know that’s the reason that I can’t think about optimism because it’s hard and complicated when you’re bounded by these type of people who are just living their lives like this.

That’s why my writing also can’t be positive and will be not capable of making people blissful or to learn something motivating. Maybe by my words, I’ll spread more unenthusiastic and pessimistic and less good but I don’t know again what the authentic need of my mind and life is.

At the end of the day, one wrapping up of this writing which I’ve done after months is that this post makes no logic. I just wrote what the hell I was thinking and I don’t know what I just wrote but still that was a launch again to give my words a seek that they also can excel if they have that capability. But it won’t be about hope, optimism, positivity and encouraging, it’ll be just about gloominess struggle, insecurities, hurt, hopelessness, pessimism and something downbeat so don’t expect good but I promise with myself that I will write from now.

Where is Humanitarianism?


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The world has totally lost the peace and love now. This is the world of egoism and cash. All, everybody wants is money, power and their hold on literally everything and because of this reason, the land we live on, is now full of terrorism and barbarism because they will do everything even they will become terrorist for it. I just never understand that why people have become this greedy and inhumane that they can kill people? Like Israel has been killing Gaza people because of the clash of land. India has been killing those innocents Kashmiri since 1900s and the reason is Kashmir’s ground. I’ve watched a reality-based movie in which a Muslim brother kills his own brother and slaughters his little nephews because he wanted to get the authority. In these cases we know the reason of killings like the land, authority or some disputes. There are so many examples in which what matters, for these kinds of people, is just money and power. But sometimes they kill people for nothing like no one knows why terrorists are killing people? I mean for which thing they’ve become wholly brutal? Like last month, In Pakistan(in which I live) more than 141 children aged 12-16 were slaughtered and killed and their teachers were burnt by  terrorists in Army Public School, Peshawar which is the most ferocious thing I’ve seen in my whole life ever. Those little children were just in their school, getting education. How can anyone even think of killing those lovely-faced children? What kind of human or what creatures they are, I just wonder.

Killing anyone is just unquestionably frightening; How a human can kill another  human but actually this has become utterly true and common. Sometimes, I think that why they do this, don’t they have any sentiment left in them? How can anyone become so gluttonous after those temporary bits and pieces that they would even get their hands full of innocent’s blood? Don’t they have relations or their family?

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Across the world, majority of people blame Muslims for this thing and yeah I accept that some of us really made a bad impression of being a Muslim around the world but it doesn’t mean that every Muslim or every follower of Islam supports terrorism. I’m also a follower of Islam. According to Islam, “Terrorism and any kind of killing are strictly forbidden in Islam and those people who do carnage are not going to be forgiven ever, here or the life hereafter. In Islam, humans are not allowed to even hit animals” so how can anyone merely blame only Muslims for this? As to my opinion, I’ll say that terrorists don’t belong to any religious conviction. They have no religion, no sympathies towards anyone. They are just some humans who feel nobility in massacre. They are assassinating everyone including Muslims, Christians, Hindus, Shia, Sunni, children, women EVERYONE and every day the tranquility of the world is fading away just because of some.

But they have really made me apprehensive about my family and friends and everyone I love because at the end of the day you don’t know whom you lose like this. Who will be victimizing of these terrorism accidents? They can be the members of my family, the friends I’ve loved, and the people I don’t want to lose. I’ve watched those mothers and fathers crying in front of their young son’s coffins asking everyone that where humanitarianism is and I wish like them I want to get the answer.

Life, to me


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“Life is like

The darkness of night

Quiet, painful and frightening

But nobody can escape from it

Each one of us

have to survive in it

To see a

 calm, clear and blissful Day

Because after the hurtful night

The sun of hope must come up”~