Nostalgia creeping in........The civil disobedience movement of Gandhi and so many....an old intention of some kind of revolution for a new Pakistan.....A third one!.....so will it culminate in same ....The bifurcation...before even it gets going......The End...very depressing and disappointing show,after such tall claims.....

Why it had to climax in such a low key manner....one reason...IK was not there with his workers when it mattered the most....either watching a test between old India and colonial British Empire, running away when attacked at Gujranwala or staying with the crowd in rain all the way......

Should have kept his sons on that container with him...like so many sleeping with their mumms down on Islamabad roads.....could have took the number to 2 million ...I am sure....contradiction again on IK's part......

so my vote and prayers go with...poor gathered crowd....may Allah come for their rescue ..as only his supreme power is clean of all contradictions...

by the way...I have...for some reasons disobeyed...unpaid power and gas bills....so what if "they" come to cut-off my vital supplies/will IK et all be there for rescue?....at Bani Gala or Bani Gali!

Now war has entered our lives

By Tazeen Razi

“Remember when…?”

Conversations began

Like that, past the twilight hour,

The morn rang in silent chimes

Of peace

And frilled words

Were but impossibilities.

The night was just nigh

But never there —

The day was a way

To put flowers in your hair.

Remember when

Boxed contraptions never yelled

Numbers without names,

Dying places calling out

To be saved —

Directions to roads

That were never paved.

The world was just a world;

The people, only human

A life was just a life

Bereft of any demon.

میں یہ کس کے نام لکھوں ،جو علم گزر رہے ہیں ،
میرے شہر جل رہے ہیں ،میرے لوگ مر رہے ہیں


کوئی غنچہ ہو کے گل ہو ،کوئی شاخ ہو شجر ہو ،
وہ ہوائے گلستان ہے ،کہ سبھی بکھر رہے  ہیں


کبھی رحمتیں تھی نازل اسی کھیتیئے  زمیں  پر ،
وہی کھیتیے زمیں ہے کہ عذاب اتر رہے ہیں


وہی طائروں کی جھرمٹ جو ہوا  میں جھولتے  تھے  ،
وہ فضا کو دیکھتے ہیں تو اب  آہ بھر  رہے ہیں


بڑی آرزو  تھی  ہمکو،نیۓ خواب دیکھنے کی ،
سو اب اپنی زندگی میں نیے خواب بھر رہے ہیں


کوئی اور تو نہیں ہے  پس  خنجر   آزمائی،
ہم ہی قتل ہو رہے ہیں ،ہم ہی قتل کر رہے  ہیں


  جناب عبید اللہ علیم