Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Life’s Inevitable Facts

Life’s Inevitable Facts
Author: Rizwan Ahmed Memon

When we are born, we all are given a limited timespan. In this timespan, we pass through some stages, namely childhood, youth and old age. In every stage, we find ourselves different and observe the inevitable facts of the life.

When we are children, we care for only our toys, no other matters, no worries, no future plans, and no earning concerns which an adult has. As a child, I kept my toys in the corner of the room. My mother once told me it was the same place where my elder siblings kept their toys in their childhood, and I, too, used that corner for my toys.

Now, I am a grown-up. Recently, I graduated from university and got a degree in Computer Science. When I came home, I saw that corner and talked with my mother about it, my childhood toys, and that beautiful childhood life. My mother still remembers everything as I do. She recalled the memories of past, from hiding toys to crying for money and sticking with her wherever she went.

We were talking about our bygone days when my mother said, “The time is about to come when your children will hide their toys in that same corner.” My mother’s sentence made me laugh, but at the same time I realized the inevitable fact of the life.

Though every stage of the life has its own charm and importance, I consider childhood the easiest stage, youth the most prime stage, and old age the most difficult. When we are children, we don’t know much about the world, so the less we know, the less we worry. When we are young, we are independent, and we want everything to be the way we want. When we are old, we almost become like a child again who is dependent on others. All these stages are inevitable.

Is there anybody who can stop their age, who can remain a child or young forever and stop growing older? Is there any person on earth who can bring me back my childhood and that mind which worried only about toys? No one can stop getting older, no one can bring the youth of any old person back, and no one can find an escape from death when it is due.

Death is also one more inevitable thing. One day everyone has to taste death, and enter another world from where we cannot come back again. If we are honest with ourselves, we all will admit we would like to live forever, or for centuries, but it is not possible. Everything has an end. Sooner or later, we all will reach our end.





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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

After My Death

After My Death
By: Rizwan Ahmed Memon


In every moment you will miss me,
After my death.
Your eyes will flow like a river,
After my death.
In my life you never spent much time with me,
But you will spend rest of your life in my recollection,
After my death.
In every moment you will miss me,
After my death.








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Sunday, March 23, 2014

In December

In December 
Rizwan Ahmed Memon

When the wind blew in December,
I missed you.
When the night seemed to have no end in December,
I wished you were here.
When it was evening in December,
I wanted to take you for a walk.
When I needed you desperately in December,
I sat on the bank of the river and longed for you.
When I couldn’t have your company in December,
I pitied my own misfortune.
When loneliness hurt me in December,
I amused my heart by writing.
One more year passed in December--
I am still waiting for you.









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Friday, March 21, 2014

That Makes My Day

That Makes My Day
By: Rizwan Ahmed Memon


When there are clouds in the sky,
Water in the pond,
Wind from the north,
Your hand in my hand,
That makes my day.

When there is a smile on your face,
Bangles around your wrist,
Earrings in your ears,
A ring on your finger,
That makes my day.

When there are waves in the river,
Your footprints on the bank,
Your books in the boat,
That makes my day.

When there are flowers in the fields,
Due on the grass,
Your fragrance around me,
That makes my day.

When there are leaves on the ground,
Your presence under the tree,
Shadows all around,
That makes my day.

When there are two cups of tea on the table,
Your face to watch,
Your voice to hear,
That makes my day.





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Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Vacuums in the Heart


Vacuums in the Heart
Author: Rizwan Ahmed Memon

Everyone has wishes, dreams and plans, but not everyone’s dreams come true. Their wishes may not be fulfilled and their plans may not be carried out. Sometimes we think one thing, but something else happens.

Through the course of my life, I have learned that there will always be some vacuums in the heart. If the old ones are filled, the new ones would appear somehow. Time can fill the gapes, and it can bring about the new ones as well. Life never remains the same. Every day brings a new blank and fills one or two already present.

It is not necessary that our every dream should come true. Sometimes some dreams which remain only dreams play an important role in our lives to organize ourselves better. Some wishes which only remain wishes make us strong and give us enthusiasm to work actively in the lives. Life cannot always be a smooth sailing. The ups and downs are essential parts of life. They make us realize what life actually is.

At times we need to abandon our plans, wishes, and dreams for the sake of our family, friends, and loved ones. Happiness that comes after the sacrifice of our dreams, wishes, and plans has a different charm and taste. When some songs are left unsung, their silence can echo more than a thunder in the ears. Some stories unwritten and some unread can save us from the disturbance of our minds. Some regrets in the past can make us careful in the present. Some sins in the past can make us pious in the present. Even some unspoken words can draw the attention of others.

All the regrets and sadness will decay once we begin to love our present condition. We try different ways and options to escape from the realities. Sometimes we listen to songs to satisfy our mind and heart. Sometimes we console ourselves with happy thoughts to give relief to our mind and heart. Also, some of us take refuge in writing. I, too, am one of those. It would not be wrong to call this piece of writing an attempt in a certain point of time to keep the eye away from the holes in my heart and let myself breathe some sighs of comfort. Many of us find different ways to escape from pain. I also have applied different methods, such as going for a walk, sitting on the bank of the river, walking on the wet grass, and sometimes sitting under a tree in the open grounds. Still I have not found any good escape or remedy or something with which I can fill these spaces in the heart. Some of you while reading this might think this is a dramatic story, and some of you might be feeling that this is the exactly thing which has happened in your lives, too. Whether you agree or not, you, too, have been trying to fill some kind of voids in your heart or mind by reading this piece of writing, or trying to find something through which you can entertain your heart and relieve your feelings.

In every state of man, there are always some elements of sadness, and some elements of regrets. At the end of our lives, we think we should have lived our lives fully no matter what our circumstances were. We all need to learn to manufacture our own happiness in every walk of our lives. Some moments come in our lives when we have to deal with everything alone. Just as a bird in the sky sometimes flies solo, there are roads we need to travel alone. With all the vacuums in our hearts and minds, we have to learn to spend our lives happily.




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Sunday, March 9, 2014

(6) I AM GETTING OLDER

Author: Rizwan Ahmed Memon


Village Akil
Larkana, Sindh, Pakistan
February 14, 2014


Dearest Angly,

Today as I came home after my walk, I took a look in the mirror. I noted that I am getting bald. Also, my hair has started to turn white like an old man’s.

Two or three years ago, if I saw any gray hair on my head, I plucked it out just to look young. When I was 16, my face was full of pimples. I hated pimples. They disturbed and hurt me a lot. Now that I am 22, I don’t have pimples, but they made very tiny holes on my face.

No matter how hard I try to be young, one day I will be old. I hope you will like me forever because this skin, this hair, and this body are mortal, but my love for you is immortal. I will love you forever. Well, I think, my body has become stronger than it was, and as you know I am tall from my childhood, so my height has improved even more.
 
Five years ago, when I saw you for the first time, you looked as white as snow. Your delicate hands, your deep eyes, and your silence still occupy my mind. No matter how you look with the passage of time, I will always love you the same way.



Yours ever,
Rizwan




(5) THE LAST NIGHT DREAM

Author: Rizwan Ahmed Memon



Village Akil,
Larkana, Sindh, Pakistan
February 16, 2014



Dearest Angly,

I saw a dream last night. I saw that you and I were up on a peak of a mountain. You said that if we wanted to be together forever, we would have to enter eternity. You took my hands into your hands and said, “We will surely be together in the paradise, where time has no end.” Then you asked me, “Won’t  you be with me, Rizwan?” I kissed your hands and said I would always be with you.

Down the mountain was a river and we, hand-in-hand, jumped off the mountain. Suddenly, I woke up! I was shivering. I pulled up my covers, and I was so afraid!

Angly, I don’t know what the interpretation of this dream can be. I hope everything will be all right.




Yours ever,

Rizwan 

Friday, March 7, 2014

A Sacred Soul

A Sacred Soul
By: Rizwan Ahmed Memon

I have a sacred soul;
The devil conspires to make it foul.
Sins will give me regrets --
I won’t be a fool.

My sanctity, my purity can be retained
Only when I refrain from sin,
So I won’t be a fool and sell my sacred soul.



WAS IT YOU?

WAS IT YOU?
By: Rizwan Ahmed Memon
Was it you or the life, the breath, the soul?
Was it you or the path, the north, the destination?
Was it you or the faith, the fire, the fame?



All Are Sad

All Are Sad
By: Rizwan Ahmed Memon

The parks, the ponds
All are sad.
The rivers, the rains
All are said.
The winds, the waves
All are sad.
The birds, the herds
All are sad.
The days, the rays
All are sad.
The walks, the laughs
All are sad.
The trees, the bees
All are sad.
The fields, the meals
All are sad.
The nights, the flights
All are sad.
The flowers, the farmers.
All are sad.
The dreams, the teams
All are sad.



As the Night Falls

As the Night Falls
By: Rizwan Ahmed Memon

As the night falls,
My longing starts.
Moon shines, stars twinkle,
My thoughts turn to you,
And the tears fall.

Night stops to pass,
Darkness suffocates the soul,
As the night falls,
My longing starts.



Thursday, March 6, 2014

Health is More than Wealth

Health is More than Wealth
By: Rizwan Ahmed Memon

Health is more than wealth.
It is water in the ocean,
The trees in the forest;
It is light in the day.

Health is more than wealth.
It is the moon in the sky,
The twinkling star at night;
It is wind of the north.

Health is more than wealth.
It is rain in the desert,
The greenery in the oases;
It is a flower in the field.

Health is more than wealth.
It is cold in the winter,
The hot in the summer;
It is soul in the body.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

YOU LEFT

YOU LEFT
By: Rizwan Ahmed Memon

You left, life failed,
Colors faded, hopes feared,
You left, the tears rolled,
Lights flashed, the desires flamed,
You left, life failed.


Monday, March 3, 2014

Your Love

Your Love
By: Rizwan Ahmed Memon

Your love is like the ocean waves,
Sometimes high, sometimes low.

Your love is like the north wind,
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Your love is like the flow of the river,
Sometimes more, sometimes less.

Your love is like the weather,
Sometimes cold, sometimes warm.