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The traffic starts diminishing as i start walking away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Gradually shops and homes start looking less lavish and i see more children playing in the streets.

Then the mesh of roads and streets vanishes and i find myself walking beside the weather beaten rail-track that reminds me of the British rule in the subcontinent. This track was laid by the British to connect far flung parts of “The Golden Sparrow” to ensure constant supply of food in the times of peace and the soldiers to fight for the crown in the times of war.

The decades old track swirls around the rocks and hills – bridges upon the chasms and tunnels through the mountains where the options to route it through an alternate path are limited.

I try to walk upon this track like an acrobat with my arms wide open and my legs trying to balance my wait on the narrow carbon steel until the track takes me to the other side of a small river and from here i take a right turn to loose myself in the wilderness.


The yellow blossoms on the acacias, the white blooms on the shrubs and wild flowers welcome me here.

The wild red berries have started to ripen – i collect some of the fruit and fill it in my side pockets to eat them after giving them a cold water wash at the nearby stream. As i move ahead i see a proud dandelion – with its bright yellow petals – all set to say hello in an awesome demeanor. A worthwhile prize for anyone who leaves back a soft couch or a bed to visit him in the wild.

I go near him and bow my head down to pay homage to the little beauty. I am glad that the meeting with him was so deep that i didn’t even think of taking his picture. I was lost in his charms.


After that encounter I walk forth and come across some more plants and flowers that are still nameless in the book of my vocabulary. Still, i feel a connection with them. Being unfamiliar with their worldly names don’t disconnect me from them. For somehow i have got a connection with all the particles and atoms of this universe.

As bedil says,

na ba sahra sarey daaram, na ba gulzaar sodaye

be her ja mee ravam, az khesh me balid tamashaye

Neither i seek the solitude of deserts nor i am greedy for the colors of the world – however when i go to wilderness or visit a garden i see my reflection in the things that comprise that place.  

I come across the doves which make a whistling sound when they suddenly flap their wings against their bodies to fly away. Every now and then they do so to perch upon another tree which appears relatively safer to them. The little bees are busy in collecting nectar and the beautiful butterflies are kind to the visitors for letting them look at their colorful wings from as near as any one can get to them.

These are a few things that i see and there are many things that i think about and feel while across this stretch of land. Sometimes when i get heavy with the loads of thoughts, i want to be a buffalo with a calm mind, walking behind the others of my kind with very few things to worry or care about.



I’ll conclude with a verse where Rumi writes a beautiful wish in one of his ghazals:

dar do chashme man nasheen – Ae Aan ke az man mantari 

Come and stay in my eyes – You! who are more me than myself

Nature soothes and cures me. I feel myself ready to visit any place where i can have a profound conversation with the nature. As for some of us nature is the remedy for all our pains and problems.


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This world shall pass

and all that goes on here shall pass too

the little boys of today

will become grey haired tomorrow

the flowers that adorn the garden today

will perish too

the caravans shall pass

as they ain’t meant to stay

everything that exists

and all that we see

is intoxicated with the wine of change

but a lover’s heart never changes

although the sea reaches the sands everyday

to erase the footsteps of those who part their ways

but the tides don’t touch

the impressions made on the heart

the way someone makes you feel

stays in your memory till the last sigh

while the body gets busy with the daily chores

the heart spends its days similarly

remembering the love every moment

singing the songs

and dreaming for unison

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Today; almost every corner of the planet is home to someone. Wherever you go to live – most probably you’ll see that you have got some neighbors. It is an interesting aspect of neighborhood that there can be various types of neighbors which may leave a unique impression on our thoughts and life.

Each of us has got their unique experiences with our neighbors however today i would like to mention some neighbors who mostly go unnoticed. In fact they prefer to stay unnoticed.

A few days ago i noticed an openly declared gang war between the squirrels and doves in my neighborhood. It might seem crazy but watching them act like “Tom and Jerry” episodes, keeps me amused these days and helps me relax from worldly burdens.

While observing there playful attacks i have noticed that they are much sophisticated warriors as compared to some humans who don’t even hesitate to blow their enemies into pieces. They only poke each other in the daylight. Nobody gets hurt as both parties are well equipped to counter each other. If the squirrels are agile and clever – naive doves have got wings and sharp beaks. Though squirrels are always on attack – doves beautifully defend their homes against the gorilla attacks of the rodents. I don’t know whether they will ever sign a peace pact between each other or not – their cute skirmishes will keep me entertaining until i live here.

There are a lot of plants, weeds, birds, animals and of course the people who are our neighbors but they go unnoticed because we don’t have the time to look around and interact with them. Its true that modern lifestyle has made us self centered  and our major source of information and entertainment are the social, print and electronic media but i would implore you all to come out and feel the real world around you.

What do you think about going out for fresh air tomorrow morning? There will be a lot of cute birds sitting on the trees, lamp posts and power cables – waiting to be seen – ready to flutter their beautiful wings and sing for you.



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It was a usual morning. As quiet and boring as it could be. A sheet of silence covered the whole city and there were no signs of activity.

So in this way it was a common cold morning in the small city where life seemed to be on hold during the winters. Shops in the market were not opened yet and the homes looked deserted.

An elderly man who lived alone in one of these houses – woke up before his alarm clock  rang – made some tea in the kettle and went through a renowned magazine while sipping the aromatic liquid from his cup. That magazine solely published the hunting adventures in the exotic jungles around the globe and it always served as an injection of enthusiasm for this old man who had very less things to do during the day.

His daily routine was limited to buying supplies from the nearby mart, cooking and cleaning. Although he had a busy life before his retirement but now it was all that he had to deal with.

The old man slowly went through the pages until he swooped down the last sip of tea with a loud sound. While getting up from sofa he casually threw the magazine towards the empty table lying besides his bed. The magazine made a parabolic trajectory and swiftly rotated along its own axis until it perfectly landed on the side-table.

In the meanwhile the old man approached the window – completely ignoring the magazine. Whether the magazine perfectly landed on the table top or missed its target – he didn’t care. He pulled the curtain aside and pressed his forehead on the cold windowpane. If his forehead were a thermometer it would have displayed 32 degrees Fahrenheit. His gaze patrolled the street. His eyes kept moving like a pendulum from left to right and back to left but there wasn’t anything to catch his attention.

At the moment when old man was about to get bored of staring at the emptiness – a little dog entered the street. Probably the dog was hungry because his body trembled with every blow of wind. The old man decided to go downstairs and let the dog come inside.



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When there is too much noise in the labyrinths of mind and you feel like loosing control – then close your eyes and try to feel yourself above the clouds.

Let your arms be the wings.

Spread them wide and glide above the clouds. Up above the kites and eagles.


Twist, turn and dive.

Gaze down to see how small everything looks – remind yourself that you are alive and listen the bum bum of your restless heart.

Bum bum, Bum bum, Serce stuka, Bum bum, Bum bum

Bum bum Bum bum Bum bum Bum bum


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