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If he was Ranjha then she was his mother. She had given birth to him and knew how to make him obey. ‘Well, you are going to marry her. She is innocent in all this, you created this mess for her, not a toy you could play with and leave. No son of mine does that and I will see to it! She said in a low growling tone and dialed the phone number in front of him. ‘Hello, we are coming for Heer,…

In the name of Love-Ch 1:part 2

Heer was a classically beautiful girl and came from a traditional household  where family always came first. A man could come to ask for the hand of a girl in marriage from her elders but it was utter disrespect what Ranjha did. Still she became his in name and all and sundry got the news that a marriage alliance had been fixed between Ranjha and Heer. Heer’s parents had a farm in their village…

In the Name of Love

Part 1 She was happy, over the moon in an extended family gathering. At seventeen, an engagement had been announced to Heer by a hunk of a man and any girl could be envious of her good luck. He was a desirable man, very handsome and wanted to marry her. What more she could ask for in this life. She fell in love then, at that moment, with him. It was sudden and, a shock for everybody present…

(I have been writing serious posts but today, something different for you….enjoy! a moment of humour!) Oh my goodness, did you know that 1st apple Macintosh advertisement video was 16:06 minutes long, imagine! Well, now I have warned you in advance. When, you get a chance out of busy schedules to have some fun time, it can be on the agenda as you should be enjoying the same privilege I got to…

قریہ قریہ وہ محبت ڈھونڈیں ہیں جنہیں گھر کی تلاش ہے مکان کی آس نہیں۔ پھر وہ ادھر ادھر بھٹکتے ہیں راہوں میں رلتے ہیں !بس اک گھر مرے پاس نہیں محفلوں میں بھی، جو الف ہوتے ہیں مسکرا کےکہتے ہیں ہم اداس تو نہیں۔ پھر نگاہیں شام میں، افق پر اٹھتی ہیں یہ رات کیوں آتی ہے؟ صبح تمام کیوں نہیں۔ پھر کھلی آنکھوں کا، سفر ہوتا ہے گرد اڑتی ہےمگر منزل آس پاس تو نہیں۔ پھر وہ چاہ سے کہتے ہیں تو گزر…

I have risen out of the ashes A night so long Blacker than black With my feet tired and cracked A journey of heaven and earth And this whole universe I have wandered once and over Every night and all night But time stood still Now the moment has ticked And I have risen with full moon on the Nile © 2022 ASNworks. All Rights Reserved.

Life is just that…

Life is the name of tosses and turns, cracks in an oil painting left under the sun. Skin burgeoning on hand touching a burning pot, life is just that sip of tea on my tongue. And that first hint of the flavour of not so hmm delicious and savoury to taste, summer jumping the fence oh no! welcome. And that rain of the gone winter and prayed for in every coming tomorrow on the run. The falling…

One day, the time will come You will cry, what you done That day you will weep Eyes shall mourn Your heart will break And it shall burn In the silence of nights Cheeky sunlights You will cry With painful sighs You will think of me In the boundless sights One day, the time will come You will cry, what you done. © 2022 ASNworks. All Rights Reserved. Thank you for reading.

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It is true when I am writing, SEO is not on my mind. It is rather depreciating for my creativity. An apt term would be the creativity assassin. Should I first be thinking about what to insert, to attract, within lines of a poem that is stringing a tune with my brain cells?! Or after writing the poem should I adjust the lines for SEO?! The result is disastrous. Brain cells would not like it and…

Poetry|I’m Nobody,Who are You?

Sharing a Emily Dickinson Poem that I like. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:I%27m_nobody_who_are_you,_1891.jpg

I will go beyond the linesAnd leap above the horizonTo the highest peakTo the whitest peakOf freedomMy laugh is my ownMy smile is my ownUnless my lips are goneThen my eyes are my languageUntil they too become a stoneI will have the treasure of my heartThe city of secrets, silent it will laughPlunder at your will,Plunder all you canSeek my humble surrenderyou kill my body, not my soulIt is free…

What do you think, LOve is?

What do you think LOve is? Some people treat Love as a charity. They distribute love like an extra candy they had in their pocket. The thing of no value. Just something extra. Some people think of Love as a Vibe. That come and go as they feel like it. They wear it as a new dress and then abandon it when they get bored of it. Some people take Love as the most precious treasure of the heart.…