A Life Inked

Have you ever met with people in your life who posed once like they are so great to you. Being close to them you get to know how much superficial they are how much fake personality they have. You actually hate these things because you know these are ao called friends of you. The day you are no more in that circle these fake people try to stand against you.  They start showing attitudes and try to make you feel inferior and then you start laughing inside like what kinda attitudes they have? May be attitude of filthy talk about people? Attitude of getting jealous of other? Attitude of complaining about accomplishments of others? You know everything when they were in your circle and now if they try make a castle of personality then you actually know the composition which is just sand and nothing else. About the attitudes of fake people i will say Have you ever seen that you flush shit and one piece didn't get flushed you look and ask in imagination "Okay so Of what you ha

Have you ever gotten the feeling that you’re always going to be put last by someone you need to be first for? And no matter how hard you try to please them, they’re always going to like someone else better. No matter what you do for them they’ll always be pointing out what you didn’t do. And you always keep wondering what you’re doing wrong, what are you missing, are you just not trying hard enough, can you just never be enough, what is wrong with you? Why doesn’t this person like you as much as the others? What can they give them that you can’t? And even after you try to make all the big decisions of your life to be what would please them, they don’t even realise how unhappy those big decisions have made you, how much you’ve started to hate your life and your future because they’re too busy criticising you for not doing the smaller things their way. It's the worst always coming in second when everything you do is to get the first spot. It's the worst when it seems everyone i

somewhere in between all life looks for you. in this enigma of the world, life is hidden in different places or in different situations you cant meet it if you will not pass through that place or situation by life here, I mean the real life full of pleasures, not the one we the most are living. you go to a place and see hustle and bustle around for someone its whole life but for someone it just a headache someone can find life in the tiniest thing and one can not find ever. the reason behind is we don't really try to explore the life. we are just like a frog stuck in the well and cant see what is happening. outside that well. he thinks the whole life is inside that well. but in reality, the whole life is outside an amazing life of freedom. if a happy life is a treasure buried somewhere than start mining from today why to wait for tomorrow. we consider the circle around that we just can see the source of life try to go beyond that circle for once then you

You know what is the worst or what is the best thing about life.?   You only get one.  Good for those who want to get rid of it and the worst for those  who never wanna leave. But you should know in the game of life you have no choice. You get one without any question. Now we already know we are never gonna get other.  let's make it worthy. Let's make it worthy to live.let's make it enjoyable. People live the whole life and when its time for the departure of the soul from the station of the body. then they look back and see nothing except the dark all around. They ask to their consciousness why is there all dark? Why can't they see anything? Consciousness fails to answer then unconsciousness gets awake and answers "Because you really didn't do anything "  you were just running the race like everyone and now you are looking back and see darkness. Its the end of life.  did you actually live it?. Can you tell in the afterlife to any

On One eve of winter, I was on the way back to my hostel on the way,  the van got punctured and there we stopped for half an hour.I guess I don't know the exact time.  There at ten feet distance,  I saw a tea stall I went there to get some hot tea everything was cold but the warmth from tea stall was coming to me and it was so comforting and I  smiled looking on the stall. The stall guy l looked at me and asked: " sir why are you smiling?" I looked  at once towards him and said "nothing its inside joke" I asked him to give me a cup of tea and while standing in his stall I asked  what do you mean by happy life?  He said, sir, I don't know much but when I go home at 12 at night and  count my earnings if they are above my estimate I smile and my whole body gets relaxed  I guess this is happiness. Then after a while, he said when I save money sometimes and buy a gift for my wife when I give her the smile I see on her face is happiness

The journey we call as life begins from the day you are born. You don't really know what kinda journey it will be but you start with no choice. When it starts it starts with the purest soul for sure but when you end up the journey it may either be evillest or more purest.  The beginning is so peaceful and the best part of this journey.  You know you can't really face hunger. You cant face cold you can't  face any harsh condition of this society.   You just live like a king who is all in his own leisure and profligacy.  You just look at things and get an impression of those.  Tiny happiness no goals, no fears, and no sufferings.  Then suddenly you start losing it while growing.  You start losing the shelter that prevents you from the sufferings of this cruel world.  When you are a kid you have everything but suddenly you start losing and  then you try the whole life to get all those things back in life.  You start running a race where there are all

“There are two tragedies in life, one is losing your heart’s desire, and the other is gaining it”. Some would prefer the later, but I’d rather take the first any day. It’s just a lot less heartbreaking never gaining something than it is to gain it, find out just how beautiful it is, how perfect it makes your life, and then losing it to the complexity that is life. Have you ever read something that was written for you or to you or about you and just thought about how beautiful it was because at one point it made you feel beautiful, but now all it does is remind you of the moments lost and the sinking feeling you get when you realize that the writer could be writing something even more beautiful at this exact moment, but not to make you feel beautiful, not anymore. That is what I find to be the biggest tragedy in life, holding the position of being someone's motivation, their inspiration, and their muse, and then one day losing all that. Losing the position of being the most in

Sitting in my bed thinking about how much Blessed I'm to have a partner like you. she, the one who has always been my backbone.  whenever I feel like I'm alone, she is always there to comfort me. looking at my sad face she does some kinda magic and I start smiling in no time.  whenever I'm about to fall she is always there to hold my hand. no one is perfect I know but I see perfection in her.  or at least she is more perfect than anyone I ever encountered.  people are always shitty and they make you feel even worse but she is always there to take me away from these people.  she is my shelter.who is ready to fight with anyone who hurts me even a little too.  whenever she feels like this is going to happen or someone is going to say anything about me she abruptly becomes the solider and you will see her in the front line of defense. she cries when I cry she becomes happy to see me happy.   I don't know what my life could have been without

Sitting on a chair, staring the wall, deep in thoughts, I was thinking about something then abruptly I asked to myself what are we?  who are we? what is the motive behind every action we do? we bluff each other the whole day.we abuse. we fight. we violate.  we kidnap .we kill.  we the ambassador of so-called peace in the world spreading hatred all around. even if we do something good we want people to know. we want to be the part of headlines. we want people to get impressed.  why? why are we like that?  were we like this since ever? what were we? and what have we become now? the only answer I could figure out was ''the greed''  and hatred is the curse that we are facing. every action we do is just because we want money. it's not we want money just to fulfill our needs. we want this t o f ulfill our never-ending dreams.  we are never contented with what we are blessed with. just like everyone we are running in a blind race.

Life a joke for someone or serious talk for other.  It may be the bed of roses for one or a path of thorns for other.  It may be clear as water or deceptive as a cunning fox. A person runs here to get rid of extra calories stored in his body or a person runs here to earn some calories for him. Life is very unfair. Here deserving people don't get what they deserve and  undeserving people get all that they deserve or in other words what they don't deserve. The theory survival of the fittest is applicable only for poor  and those deserving who don't get anything that they deserved. No doubt you can reap everything after hard work but rich and undeserving rich can get or buy that end result of deserving poor as well. all rules, regulations taxes and interviews are just for those who are the most undeserving and fortunately or unfortunately can't get anything better.  I'm confused to use fortune or misfortune here.  what I can say if there is a

This world is full of fake people. A person with thousand appearances and million deceptions. I live in a society where fiends don't really exist and fake people have replaced them.  The only friend you actually have, the one that actually cares is just one who loves you. And who actually cares for you. Being coordinator in college functions somewhere in my mind  I considered those people my friends  that I met while working and coordinating the college functions.  Somewhere in mind, i thought its a group that will work together in the activities later in college.  But the day I couldn't go to coordinate the function,  my so-called well-wishers asked or begged the person to whom I hated, to come and coordinate and take place of me. Sitting alone in the corner of my room I was amazed and wondered.  They never were the well-wishers. The day I couldn't join them , that so-called circle of people met the person and became friend or caring  to on

 A teenager will definitely be charmed by this word.  this is what they want no matter their puberty is all hormonal disturbance.   this is not what relationship is. Being with someone to satisfy yourself and your desires. it's not what we call a love. this is not the relationship is. The relationship is something above all these kinda desires if your relationship is just up till your seminal discharge and pleasure then sorry to say love is not what you want.  you want a body to enjoy and time for fun but surely not a relationship.  for God's sake don't call your personal desires a relationship. According to me "In real relationship, there is no break " If people break at some point then in my view they were never in a relationship. Why we see people dying for a relationship and then dying to leave and then a time interval to gain energy and then again get into so-called relationships and  then again break  and cycle repeats.  sigh for p

“Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts” -Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Most people, when asked about the word home, contort a complete picture in their minds of their meaning for it. Whether it's a person, a place or a thing, people usually have one certainty in their life that they can call home. I on the other hand never had that assurance. When thinking about home, all that comes to my mind is a series of blurry pictures, and a feeling of confusion to go with it. Born in Bahawalpur, but living in the bubble of a community where my dad worked in northern Sindh, I wasn’t sure of the place I was supposed to call home for as long as I can remember. However, too young to care about such a thing, I always considered home to be the place where all my friends were, the place where I went to school, and the place that held all my precious belongings. But soon that thought was changed forever. When I was in year 5, my parents decided to move to Qat

He met me in school in environment of competition .the reason why I had to encounter him, was the competition just like other schoolboys who are considered to be good in study teacher put them in a separate race in which you just have to get more marks than your partner and that's it. The competition was what we used to listen the whole day. Days went on and the environment was same. One day school changed to college but he took it too seriously. Whenever he used to meet me by God I still could sense the smell of competition. and by that time I had learned that this is not what actual life is. " Time never stops "  it was going on and on and on.  2 years of college-                  Days passed. and my fate sent me and him to the same university. Good and bad at the same time Good in sense. I was not alone from my city Bad in sensei didn't like the way we met in school in the environment where you can never get your people.

You know what the best thing about life is? "I t Never Stops" At one point life is so sweet but the next moment it may be bitter.  Life may be bed of roses  But the next hour it may be the path of thrones. you may be happy in one moment But the next moment you may be the one finding a reason to smile. At one time you may feel the luckiest and at one point you may feel the worst. In one moment you may have thousands of people around but the next moment You may be alone standing in all dark... This is what life is  A bed of roses or bed of thrones A hopeless case or a ray in the dark A drop of water or an ocean A dream of  insane or a reality of conventional This is what the life is You are happy or sad. on the ground of misery or on the flight of delight Suffering or enjoying  Resting on bed or burning blood with hammer It just goes on and on and on  and " Never Stops "