I Cant Turn Back

One step ahead of me, you stand
Carrying what I wish, what I want
I cant take that step
Its too hard
To raise my foot, to stamp it
To put it forward, move towards you
You take more steps, farther away now
I stand, looking helpless
For I can never hope to catch up
I stand still, the weight on my heart
I wave at you to stop, to wait for me
Yet you move on, not looking at me
I burn inside, I want you here
I plead, I beg but you go on.

Turning around, I walk away
Towards the other end, away from you
Nothing will pull me around
I wont call me back
I am on a course to save my fragile heart
I cant turn back now
I retrace my steps
I take my words back
I pushed all memories aside
As I move on forward
You wont see me as I wont see you again
Never will I do this, never will I forget
Never will I let you rule me, never will I submit

Sir Muhammad Iqbal

Duniya Ki Mehfilon Se Uktaa Gya Hoon Ya Rabb

Kya Lutf Anjuman Ka, Jab Dil Hi Bujh Gya Ho?


Sir Iqbal was a very influential poet and wove magic into the words he spun around in his poems. He brings out the deep, buried feelings of a person. He inspires through his poems towards one’s conscience. It pulls a person into its depths and makes one reflect at the inner self. He was a passionate person who covered all fields and subjects through poetry. He voiced his feelings during the freedom struggle and inspired the people of India to fight. He instilled courage in the hearts of people. “I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.” “IQBAL” Words are a powerful tool and if known how to use it, a man can make history. Sir Iqbal was one such person. A jewel among the various urdu poets.

Ata Hai Yad Mujhko Guzara Hua Zamana

Wo Bag Ki Baharen Wo Sab Ka Chah-Chahana.

All of us have read these lines. Totally mesmerising poem with so much depth that one cannot touch the bottom.
sitaaro.n se aage jahaa.N aur bhii hai.n

abhii ishq ke imtihaa.N aur bhii hai.n

taahii zindagii se nahii.n

ye fazaaye.n yahaa.N

saika.Do.n kaaravaa.N aur bhii hai.n

kanaa’at na kar aalam-e-rang-o-bu

par chaman aur bhii,

aashiyaa.N aur bhii hai.

n agar kho gayaa ek nasheman to kyaa Gam

maqaamaat-e-aah-o-fugaa.N aur bhii hai.n

tuu shahii.n hai parwaaz hai kaam

teraa tere saamane aasmaa.N aur bhii hai.n

isii roz-o-shab me.n ulajh kar

na rah jaa ke tere zamiin-o-makaa.N aur bhii hai.n

gae din kii tanhaa thaa mai.n

a.njuman me.n yahaa.N ab mere raazadaa.N aur bhii hai.n


Wow! πŸ˜€

Shifa Naseer

Silly Symphonies

I absolutely adore the Walt Disney’s Silly Symphonies. They are totally amazing. Even though they have no dialogs but these symphonies are a perfect example of “actions speak louder than words”. These symphonies are not more than 10 minute or 15 minute long but these can make you laugh so hard or make you cry your eyes out. Now coming to my preference, which we always do, I totally adore “The Ugly Duckling” Silly Symphony.

Look at that adorable face! Well this symphony made me laugh a lot. It made me cry a lot too. Its perfect. I have already posted the story on my blog. If you haven’t read the story yet, you can check it in the january, 2013 archives. Another one of my favourites is “The Big Bad Wolf”.


It is basically a song. It used to be my favourite while growing up. The song was Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf … and continued. I used to love it’s hindi version though kaun darta hai bhedye se … . Totally adorable pigs with a totally barbaric and clever wolf.


Well, there are many more silly symphonies. The above mentioned are the ones I watch again and again. Relishing and reminiscing my childhood by watching these symphonies.

Shifa Naseer


Last night, we witnessed a beautiful sight. Snowfall at night! Snowfall is way beautiful and serene than rainfall. Rain is too loud, too rough. But snow falls silently, making the surroundings peaceful and quiet. When we see snow falling, we cannot help but admire the beautiful sight. Its breathtaking to see the fresh flakes falling from the sky. Oh, to observe snow flakes under the street lamp is one of the best sights. Reminds me of the chronicles of narnia. I fell in love with snow after I watched the first part of that movie. The first time Lucy Pevensie enters the world of Narnia used to be my childhood fantasy. Now whenever it starts snowing, I extend my hands and receive the white flakes which condense as soon as my hand touches them. The flakes are too delicate to touch. Every year the snow falls but it never seizes to amaze us.


The world turns white, reflecting the fact that there is purity in nature. That purity continues to thrive despite of the mutilating efforts of mankind to marr the perfect nature. The snow shows us that we need not be loud to make others acknowledge our presense. All we need to do is be ourselves and the world will eventually find its way to us. There is so much to snow than just frozen water falling from the sky when the temperature becomes zero degrees. Everyone sees the same thing but perspective is different in different people. Its a reminder of the various miracles of nature. Its a blessing for us and at the same time an inspiration for us to write. πŸ™‚
All my facebook friends updated statuses on snowfall last night but I didnt. They enjoyed it online, I enjoyed it by actually seeing the snow by myself. Hehe!

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My Plot

I finally started on my novel. Takes a lot of time and will power to sit and think! But I started. I will post all that I wrote right now but after that I will post bits and pieces as I love posting on my blog. πŸ™‚
Its not much, just two paragraphs but a beginning indeed.

She didn’t know where she was going and at the moment she didn’t care. All she concentrated on was moving her legs forward. Her feet made ragged sounds on the gravel of the road on which she was running. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time. She was finally running away from her pain, her miseries, her life. She wiped the tears oozing out of her eyes and focused on the road. Taking deep breaths from her nose she kept on running. She lost track of time. She hadn’t realized it was already dark and that people who supposedly loved her would be worried about her. Especially her mom! But she pushed that thought away. Now was not the time. She focused on the building ache in her thighs and pushed herself more. She knew she couldn’t get far and that at some point her legs would give way. Already her breathing was labored and her legs felt like lead. She had ache in her body but the ache in her heart surpassed all other bodily pain. She was wearing warm clothes and they already felt like burden on her body. The jeans suddenly felt too rough, too tight. As she once more boosted herself, she tripped and fell face first on the side of the road. The ground rose to welcome her and hit her squarely on the face. She tasted blood on her lips as she tried to absorb the shock of tripping and the intense pain building in her left cheek. It was all bruised. Great! So much for running away.
She paused and hauled herself into a sitting position and laid her head back onto the yellow milestone. She looked at the sky and saw that the stars were out. Her rational part kept shouting at her to turn around and go back home and be taken care of. But the angry side of her wanted to go on even if it meant getting lost into wilderness or even death. She looked around herself and found that she was in the middle of nowhere. Yes! That is what she wanted, right? She wavered knowing if she went on this road, she would face a lot of problems. But that would be easily dealt with. The problems back at home were unbearable. Shaking her head, she got up. Looking to her left into the open plain before her. She slowly walked off the road and started her journey into unknown.

The plot is simple. A teenage girl, tired of pretending her life is awesome. She is tired of having a plastic smile on her face. She needs liberation. She wants freedom from the pain in her heart. And this time she is set out of find “inner peace”.

Farewells : Not My Thing

I hate farewells but I am a person who faces farewells almost all the time. Its like the more I hesitate to say goodbye, the more farewells I am forced to give. The only farewell that I will rejoice in is the one I give to my school next year! Happy times! πŸ™‚
According to me, farewells are very nasty. They make people feel helpless as the person for whom they care is slipping away and they cannot do anything about it.
Today my brother went to jammu for his entrance coaching. True, its important for him to go but its harder for mum and me. Since it leaves us two alone. I know I know, how can two people be alone ?
But together we feel that. Sigh!
When my sisters come from delhi during their weeks off, I am ecstatic but when its time for them to go back,I feel awful. The house feels empty.
At times, it feels like the world is moving while I am at rest. It feels I dont move at all. Stuck to a single place without change.
The new school year will begin in a few days. I am not looking forward to it at all. Sigh!
Its going to be hectic as hell.
Still, my fingers are crossed that I might find something good for myself this year. πŸ™‚

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We die in the end.
All of us fight hard in life to achieve, to succeed in life but dont realise that it is all in vain. Its sad to see what our lives really are. Its all meaningless. We are meaningless people who have meaningless illogical lives. We dont understand what we are doing. We go with the flow. It is sad what we have, what we do!
Its like fate is mocking us, spiralling us on its orders while we dont realise it. Its a pitious situation. We cant even sympathise as we dont realise what we do.
Death is a part of our lives. It is the only part with significance. From the day we are born, we are in danger of dying. We live in fear. We dont realise it but we are all afraid of the future. We are never sure if we will live to see the next day. People often say that the best way to die is old age. But old age is a curse. So many problems one faces. Being old is difficult.
On the other hand, dying young is considered awful. It is true. When a young person dies, his wishes, his hopes, his dreams, his aspirations die with him. He does not die alone. His family dies with him. They live on forward but their spirit dies with that person.
Death is both a blessing and a curse. Blessing as it provides relief from the hardships and sorrows of this world. Curse, as it proves to be a deathblow to a person’s family.
When my dad died, his condition was so worse that it was a relief for him. But at the same time, for me it was …
There are no words, none at all to describe the feelings as I saw my dad lying there lifeless!
We dont have a choice. We are helpless, vulnerable to all that this world has to offer.

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The Last Day

The last day when I saw my dad alive.
On the eve of my dad’s death, he was very very restless. I am not exaggerating! He was restless. Sometimes sitting on the couch, sometimes on the bed, sometimes on the floor. It drove me insane to see dad in such a state. My mom and me watched dad all night long, moving here and there. I wanted to pull my hair out and scream to see dad ib so much pain. It still kills me when I remember. By the time the morning came, we were all tired as we stayed awake with dad the whole night long. Dad never once said anything. In the morning, everyone was tense! No one was talking. All of our relatives came, sitting around dad. I never once went near him. I was afraid and its my life’s regret that I didnt have the courage to face the truth. I refused to believe what the situation was telling me, I refused to hear what mom was trying to make me understand. It was a total melancholy for me. I couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t ready for it. The whole day I stayed away. Once I went near dad to force him to drink a bit of water and a bit of his medicine. He used to listen to me. Dad was delirious the whole day. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time before he would …
My mom and uncle asked me whether they should get an oxygen cylinder to help dad breathe. I nodded my head vigorously. They looked at each other and my uncle left to get one. Till 8 o clock, his condition kept on worsening.

I dont think I can continue. I will complete it some other time. Sigh!

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Yeah people! After 5 years, I finally did it! πŸ™‚ I made myself proud. My first century! Done! I love you Dad!!!!!!! Wish you were here with me to celebrate!!!!! 😦
Anyways, I did it!!!!! Thank God!!!!


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Unpredictability of Life

Life is something which we will never understand. Just when you know you are going good, life takes a U-turn, creates a wall in our path into which we crash.


We are all confused. We take advice from people who give the best of their ideas. But you know what, those people themselves don’t know what they are doing!
That is the funniest part of life.Β  πŸ™‚

Life is unpredictable. There’s another word for it : unfair! Life is unfair. The magnitude is so large that we hardly complain as we are always in constant shock. Shock, for what happens in our life. Shock, for what we bear: the pain, the loss, the sorrow. Nothing, I repeat nothing happens according to plan. Even the best laid plans go to waste when life rolls its die. We are dependent on that die, the number on it decides our fate. Sigh. Its so unfair, this uncertainty.
A person leaves home for work. While on his way, he’s thinking about the tasty lunch his caring wife has packed for her. He’s wondering whether his kids reached the school on time or not. He prays for their safety. He’s travelling in his car. He’s happy as he’s going to get a rise in his pay and he’s planning on getting a new car for himself. He’s driving while thinking all this.
At the same time, there’s this guy on the bike. He’s going towards his college. He’s hungry as he left his home without breakfast. He had had a fight with his mother and was feeling sorry. He mentally makes a note to get her some chocolates on his way home as an apology for his rudeness towards her. Also, he’s thinking of the assignment he has to submit the next day. He’s almost done but just has to make final touches.
Now as these two people, going towards their respective places and pondering over their musings, meet an accident! Both die. So unfortunate!


Now as they were leaving home, none of them even had the slightest idea that they were going to die. That man would never taste that tasty lunch her wife had packed for him, he would never get that pay rise, he would never buy a new car.
That college student would never be able to apologise to his mother and give her those chocolates, he would never be able to finish his assignment.
This is our life! Nothing happens according to plan. We are helpless. We are forced to stay in chains.
A girl who went somewhere foreign for higher education returned home a drug addict. Her parents would never have imagined that when they decided to send her. She herself would never have known. Again the same girl recovered from her mistakes, made amends and straightened her course. That again is a surprise.
In short, life is uncertain. We often hear that “life is full of surprises” but in reality we receive way more shocks than surprises. (laughing mockingly)


The concept of living is rediculous. None of us live! We are all alive dead bodies. Thats what we’ve reduced to!

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