Just yesterday I was saying to a friend,
Where do I find the peace
that I find from the existence of God
As there is noise
Clatter
People talking
shouting and
traffic around me
Its hard I had said
To seek God and talk to him directly
in a city like this
Today while commuting to work
I saw people smiling
I saw some thinking
The wind blew around trees
shaking leaves hard and cool
The soothing wind when touched my face
I could not deny,
I was wrong
There I was, face to face with the existence of God

If we only knew that happiness of Allah is in happiness of its people, we would surely go around making everyone joyful and the true meaning of Islam would flourish around us like that of a majestic fragrance soothing and soothing our minds until it becomes a part of our soul and the beating of our heart.

(inspired from a recent talk with a dear friend)

And yes we fear death
We run from it
far away
in our distant secure place
we still feel uneasy
because there it stands
waiting
and waiting
while we fight back
we fight with all our might
forgetting death
never talking death
ignoring death
in our own minds heart
we at time are victorious
we smile the evil smile
but have we ever
looked above us
above the earth
above the sky
above this  unvierse
Where God is smiling
because none of the people from death
ever came back and told us
that they have been partying up there,
having fun with no fear
they have been laughing all the while
how much we run
run away
but yet still
we later
do join the party:)

I know the wind called me back,
I almost heard it whisper,
I know the mountains echo my name,
they did send me a letter.

The road in Boulder still thinks of me,
the trees out Mansion would remember me,
because I know we have shared...
some beautiful beautiful times together...

As for the people in there?
It does not matter,
because my heart is aware
there is a connection somewhere
that would never stop
or
A bond that would never end
and let me tell you a secret
If they remember me or not,
they should know.
I sit,
stand,
sleep,
eat
and miss them a lot.

Far away in the ear of my mind I hear some one talk
I hear a laughter and I turn around
I see them watching
I hear footsteps walking to the creak festival

sometimes when the door is closed I pretend as if throwing the ball
and hit and yell
like we did in volleyball
or if I want more
I don't care

Its lady gaga, fresh prince, electric dance and me

On my desk when I start working and think
before I raise my hand to type or click
I am doing things that I learned with you all
I am learning, understanding that i have brought back with me

patience
persistence
strategy
Plan
Power
Knowledge
business
society
trust
belief
and adding a spice of legal part in that:P

In the noise of my mind I hear mentors talking
In the silence of my being I feel the fellows understanding
Understanding diversity
Respecting it fully
and letting me become
what they call it?
A sarcastic (riding) shotgun?

Or if there is nothing at all with me
nothing to think and nothing to worry
I have memories
flooded and spilling
lovely and exciting
even if I am not willing
coming and coming
until
I smile during an important event like a foolish king

Missing you a lot while in the busy life back home,
missing you a lot while this moment has come,
when once again there are times to say good bye,
and time to depart...
to ride apart...
on the journey,
Unreasonable that its called...

In the crisp moments of my thoughts yet another memory fights to arise
With bright blinking day light and earth shinning moon
My thoughts simply fight together
They gather on a sturdy noon

Green as waves of the darkest sea
Sweeping through the heart of Sindh
The meadows once I took pride in
Without them I had thought where I would be

Dust flew in shredded breath
Rumor has it which chased the beautiful breeze
Or that I know the breeze chasing the flying dust
Where the shadows become tall trees and the grass becomes a dazzling carpet

The knight of my thoughts whose footprints I see
Once walked with dignity over this dancing sea
Waving the stick and gestures of blow
He ripped through the meadows herding the cow

For it was dusty, yet bright blinking too
But I thought I saw it and never blinked back
Red, yellow, round and colorful
The cap was a Sindhi topi that he wore

Bright lit bangles once did jingle I have heard
A modest, shy gesture hid behind the muddy walls
Far away in my thoughts another memory whispered
There is more to it she said, more then you heard

And it danced, danced until I told it to stop
Tell me I said, what more is there I haven’t heard
The eyes with hope as a guest of honor
Searching the fields until the knight made its way

But before he comes the rain did came
Drip, drip it fall soaking the earth, wetting the leaves, smiling to wind and whispering to me
Come dance to the rhythm of an untold beat
Come dance, come dance on the land of Sindh

My Sindh I gain my dreams from you
My land I weave hopes in your heart
Not a day of pain may ever befall on you
Forever you remain the land of tradition, of Ajrak, of Topi, without any sadness without any woe