Guzra hua ek din

Main school mai tha us samay, bachpan se hi mujhe din mai kuch waqt akele baithna pasand tha aur aksar dophar mai class ke baad mai akele baitha karta tha.

Hostel ke un dino main, ghar ki kaafi yaad aati thi, jaise dophar ko kabhi sogaya toh ghar ki yaad mai baaki din beet jaya karta tha. Ek class ki khidki se road ki side dikhta tha, us class ko hum Doon class kehte the. Waha aksar kuch bache khelte the, gaadiyan aati thi aur chali jaati. Main bas waha akela khidki ki taraf baith kar dekha karta tha.

Ab woh din chale gaye hai lekin tab lagta tha ki kab niklunga yaha se aur kab jaunga bahar. Pata nahi aaj kyun achanak mujhe woh din yaad aaya aur woh mere akele baith kar sochne ki adat bhi.

 

 

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Waqt

Bahut ho chuka hai waqt
Yeh sochte hue ki aur
Log kya sochte honge mere baare mai

Dosto mere ab mujhe jeene do
Thoda sa mann se jeene do

Rehne do jaisa hun mai
Karne do jo lagta sahi hai mujhko

Bahut ho chuka hai waqt
Dosto mere ab mujhe jeene do


Loved by one

They made you believe
Believe that
Love was everything
You needed to survive

The love they talked about
Was the one
Where you were desired
Not by all
Not by yourself
But by just an individual

They thought
They had it all figured out
And you believed them
And then you loathed yourself

You went on to the journey
To find that one
But never learned
To love yourself Continue reading

Hits you at the strange time

These days I’ve been looking for inspiration everywhere. I would walk to work and think and wait for some inspiration to hit me but that didn’t really happen.
So this morning I’m walking to office and as I’m about to enter the building I look up and I see this eagle circling just above the building. And that was enough to give me this idea to write something on it, wasn’t exceptional though but it counts. So, I went upstairs and took my pen and found a page and wrote whatever I had in mind. I’ll work on it and might upload it here.

What about you? Did anything similar happened to you recently or ever?

Can’t teach

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I haven’t written for a long time. A little note I wrote which might make sense. The key word here is might. Anyway let me know. And I hope you all have been great, let me know.

Last pages

The last 50 pages
A hot summer night
And a thought of you.
-Jafar Rehman

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P.S. ‘You’ here can be food.

Outside the window

 

 

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I was looking out the window and this is what it looked like. The auto-rickshaws, cars and buses passed by and I looked at all of them. I looked at the bus that went towards the capital of India and saw several faces sitting inside the bus, some were tired and sleepy, some looked out of their windows eagerly and tried to capture the details of the small city called Moradabad and some were actually sleeping and had no interest in the view outside the vehicle.

It was a matter of 30-40 minutes and the clock showed time as 11 in the night and the sound of announcements of railway station started getting more clearer and I could hear the lady announcing that a particular train will be arriving at the station on No. 2 platform in 10 minutes and the train on No. 3 platform was about to leave. By now the street was completely empty and I turned around and closed the window and sat on the sofa and breathed the humid air of the hotel room. It was time to sleep.

Point Blank

He pointed a gun at me
And looked me in the eye
His hands trembling
But a strange determination 
On his face

I could see the hate
And pain in his eyes
I very well knew
What had triggered 
This and who was 
To be blamed

As I stood there
In front of the barrel
Very near to my end
I thought of the ways
To lie once more
And make a promise
That I won’t keep

And then 
Before I knew
He pulled the trigger
And I was dead!

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-Jafar Rehman

Death is a fasinating subject and I like how it affects people, it invokes fear, pain, regrets. I will die one day and so will you, but the question I ask is are we going to die after we have lived the life we wanted or the life we never wanted in the first place.

Okay, this is where I stop asking you the stupid questions. Hope you liked what I wrote! Let me know anyway.

Title of the blog

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This has to be the most random post on this blog. By the way I wrote this. 😀

Self doubt.

Self doubt will kill you.

One of my thoughts.