I Gazed Around And Found Nothing New

A few days ago, I was walking here and there in the open city, thinking and thinking about this world. I don't know why, but really good thoughts were coming. I was remembered about the quote of Friedrich Nietzsche at that time:

"All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking."

I looked around, I espied and observed everything, but found nothing but nature. I read nothing but the novel of this world where everyone is playing a significant part. William Shakespeare rightly said:

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and thei entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages."

I gazed around and found that this world is going as it should be. It was straight and forward. Everyone here, whether good or bad is not my topic, is giving a life to this world.
We can see that a plant can even absorb muddy water for its survival. Similarly, we have to face evil to struggle for a true life. Living a life is no more than sitting with paralysed body; surviving for life is the reason for you to be sent down in this world. Hans Christian Anderson said:

"Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower."

Now, what is life? It's a wide ranging name giving birth to many philosophical ideas but still, the life remains undefined. What is this that we walk, we eat, we run, we laugh, we cry and we do whatever we want to do? Now everywhere I look, I look life. Life is with us, but we are not with life because life can define us, but we can't properly define it in terms of philosophy. Robert Bryne told the meaning of life in general as:

"The purpose of life is a life of purpose."

There is nothing new around us. The world was made for struggle and is existing because of struggle. When we look around, we hope to find something new (and we find something new but it's in our views). The truth is that, when you look beyond the thinking of an ordinary man, you'll know that nothing is new. You are living and just living; nothing else. You desire to run; you run very fast and assume it to be a new thing for you but no! It's in your nature to run. Nothing new.

A new thing happens at that moment when you die because your dying giving something new to this world. Now, let me explain it with the help of a transcendent quote of Richard Bach.

"Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is fininshed. If you're alive, it isn't."

Truth Is Simple

Truth always seems to be simple on the first look, but only a simple base gives rise to a great skyscraper.

Power Of Truth

Truth is always very strong to face the attacks of thousands of lies coming to break its existence.

Science And Philosophy

Science is always struggling to measure the level of philosophy, but still, philosophy doesn't know itself how far it can go.

Admiration

Admiration can distract a person's attention to achieve the cause of admiration.

What If God Was Not Present

This goes to a great argument. Firstly, I want to tell that if God was not present, nothing would be present. But let's think it otherwise going a little ahead. If God was not present, we couldn't handle the darkness swallowing the light or light killing the darkness. Voltaire said:

If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent Him..

If God was not present, I would rather think that even the present would never exist for the existence of man. If there is some existence, there must be a creator of this existence to exist in this present. Even if a person who doesn't believe in God, he might think some day that someone is up there looking him and helping him in the story which He made for him. Well, explaining this, I want to cite a quote of Homer Simpson:

I am not normally a religious man, but... if you're up there, save me, superman.

The God is the maker - the maker of the makers. If He was not present, how could we make our eyes look around, because every time you look around, you espy on something which reflects the greatness and presence of God. If God was not present, what was the purpose of us to be sent down here; what could be our purpose to look around and talk and hear and taste. When there is some purpose of us to be sent down here, there must also be a reason for him to take us back to him. Winston Churchill said:

I am ready to meet my maker. Whether my Maker is prepare for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

If God was not present, we couldn't know when a person was in space and in no time he stood beside us.
There would be blunders. Blunders not committed by us but by the laws of nature. It would be something real to us at that moment, but now it's completely strange. No one can explain what would happen if the God was not present, but little endeavours can be compiled to give a true shape to tell this unanswered question. We have to think differently to explain this topic because different likes different.

Mystery

We have to stop and be humble enough to understand that there is something called mystery.

Blood Circulation

Teacher was explaining blood circulation: If I stood on my head, the blood will run into it.
Student: Yes madam.
Teacher: Then why is that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position, the blood doesn't flow into my feet?
Student: Because your feet are not empty.

Student And Teacher

Student: Teacher! Will you punish me for something that I have not done?
Teacher: No! Certainly not.
Student: Thank you! I did not do my homework today.

Waiting And Suffering

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.

No One Can Lie

No one can lie, no one can hide anything, when he looks directly into someone's eyes.

Love

Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere.

My Poem In School Magazine

My poem "Knowledge" was selected to be written in my school magazine "Futurist".

Love - An Inescapable Trap

Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.

Blessing And Curse

Every blessing ignores becomes a curse.

Life

Life was always a matter of waiting for the right moment to act.

Happenings

Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.

Risks - The Beauty Of Life

Be brave. Take risks. Nothing can substitute experience.
                                                                                  

Isaac Newton

Today's Isaac Newton's 368th birthday.

Date Of Birth:
                              
He was born on December 25, 1642.

Date Of Death:


He died on March 20, 1726.

Information:


He was an English physician, astronomer, mathematician, alchemist and theologian. He was a great physician and physics became luminous after his work on law of gravitation, laws of motion and formulation of equations of motion. A common story known by everyone is that once Newton was sitting under a tree when an apple came down and hit his head. This gave him the thought of the reason of this fall. He thought and thought and at last gave his law of gravitation.

Some Funny Jokes About Newton:


1. Physics would have been much easier if the tree had fallen on Newton's head instead of an apple  :)

2.Gravity is a law and lawbreaker must be brought down.

3. The force applied by a boy while proposing a girl is equal and opposite to the force by which the girl slaps.

4. Physics would have been much easier if Newton was sitting under a coconut tree instead of an apple tree.

Inception

A great and a transcendent movie by Cristopher Nolan. In this movie, Leonardo DeCaprio is a skilled a thief... a thief of thoughts and secrets. He is a great extractor who can extract the secrets of people in their subconsciousness. Now, he is given a last job which can give him back his beautiful life. The job is not to steal an idea, but to plant one. Can he make the impossible possibe.. the inception!

Funny Arabian Goalkeeper

Blood

Trust

The tree was there standing alone.
Patiently waiting to welcome the morn.
It had a secret of forest to tell
To one who could keep it well.

Nature blew the wind across.
The tree was ready to break the laws.
But bad! The tree could hardly stare
When the wind became the air.

A giraffe happened to come across.
The tree was ready to break the laws.
The giraffe came and ate its leaves.
It saw something and suddenly flees.

Many days and weeks came across.
The tree was always ready to break the laws.
But bad! The tree could hardly find a day
To say what it wanted to say.

One day, a bird happened to cross.
The tree was ready to break the laws.
But poor! The bird fell on ground
After a deadly firing sound.

A man with a gun happened to cross.
The tree was ready to break the laws.
The hidden secret was at last told.
The secret of forest was at last sold.

The next day, an apocalypse came.
The yesterday and tomorrow were not same.
The destruction of forest could be seen.
Every human was being so mean.

The same man with an axe happened to cross.
The man was ready to break the laws.
The tree which once stood like a wall,
After breaking a trust, had to fall.

By Jawad Haider

The Innocent

Once, Arthur bought a beautiful, eye-catching and lustrous new car. Hi son, Adam and his wife, Amy were very happy on having such a luxurious car.

Arthur loved his car more than himself. He washed and cleaned it everyday. He always cared for it.

It is an incident of one day that Arthur was washing his car. Adam was just sitting near, playing with his toys. Arthur took out a tool box and started browsing for a spanner. After taking the spanner, he turned around and he was shocked to see what was happening: Adam was writing something on the car's door with a stone.

Arthur went out of mind and was foaming at mouth. Not knowing of what he was holding in his hand, he hit Adam's fingers hardly with the spanner. Adam's three fingers were broken off. Adam was taken to hospital. That day, Adam had to remain in hospital. Arthur went to his home alone for some time. He was upset about what he had done to his son. As he was passing near the car, he looked at the car's door on which Adam was writing something. At once, tears came out from Arthur's eyes.

There was written:

"Dad! I love you."

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After The Flood

Everywhere, there were sounds and cries. Cries of agony. Sounds of pain. The sparkling tears twinkled on every face and trickled down the chins, showing the signs of loosing something very special. Some people were running, not knowing what to do in such a critical situation. Beds were full of people waiting to welcome the death. It seemed like doomsday has come in the disaster stricken tent. Everything seemed to be strange, but a boy sat outside the tent. For him, everywhere there was silence and darkness. Whenever, he thought to look deep into his feelings, he saw nothing but vagueness and blurriness. He was thinking what to do at the edge of life. He had nothing left. Not thinking of what he was doing, he stood up and headed straight to that answer which was the only one to reply to his unanswered question. He reached the river.

The breeze started to blow to welcome his arrival. The sand swished past his feet, but he stood where he was standing. After a little while, he looked at the freely flying birds. He listened their chirping. He observed their happiness. The happiness in the air full of aroma.

"You know we are the like these birds which can escape your anger," said the boy, still looking at the flying birds.

"And I am not like you who raises his voice against the conspiracy of nature," replied the jaunty waves of the river.

The boy looked at the river. He thought for a moment. He was wrong! He came here to ask a question, not to point out the nature's doings.

"Why did you do this?" The boy said; for the first time, tears started coming from his eyes. "We often visited you. I used your water to give strength to my sand castles which were then admired by my parents. We loved your happy waves. I thought you could only break those sand castles with your waves, but you destroyed everything."

"Dear, it wasn't my intention to give rise to a flood. It wasn't my thought to drown your parents," the river explained. " I just obeyed what the hand which wrote everything ordered me to do."

The boy was shocked. "Is this what this hand always orders you to do?"

"No! It is the hand of creator. He is the only one who ordered me to give place to fishes in me just because you wanted them. He is the only one who orders me to make the air fresh and colder for your refreshment." The river told the boy proudly to tell him the greatness of its master.

The boy understood. "I am very thankful to you," the boy smiled.

"For what?" The river asked.

"For inspiring me to stop blaming you for all this," the boy turned around and started walking back to the tent.

Suddenly, he stopped. He had something left to say. He looked back towards the lively river.

"There is always a reason. There is a reason for the hand of creator to give me loneliness," the boy smiled. "Afterall, he created my existence for some purpose."

The boy looked ahead happily and went away.

Try, Try Again

Futile endeavours are the only life for the flower of success.

A Wrong Step Taken

A wrong step taken,
Which changed my life
Of hatred, of love and of goodness.
Life was generous but waves
Swept it away, telling me:
A wrong step is taken.

A bird which perched on a branch,
Suddenly, took the path of ground.
Dark stopped the search for light;
Light stopped to kill the dark.
The whole world started to shout:
A wrong step is taken.

All this was supposition,
Because it can't occur
When people live and life loves;
When love cares and care dreams;
When dreams stare and staring is dream.


By Jawad Haider

Ass House

Adam: John, don't ever live in this house, because asses live here.
John: How do you know this?
Adam: I know it because i have been living here for four years. :-)

In The Middle Of Road

The boy’s name was Sabir. An amputated leg forced him to sit on the narrow footpath and watch the cars speeding in front of him, giving him nothing but a black smoke letting Sabir to realize his inferiority complex. Some cruel people stood at a distance from him, but their eyes didn’t seem to be away, instead, they were fixed on him. Sabir’s say always went by, and ticked away quickly. His life was worst than anyone! Sabir sat on a pavement, below the traffic signal to beg to people for some money so that he could give about 1000 rupees to those cruel and ruthless people after each week. Otherwise, instead of his one leg, his whole life could be amputated from his own body. The sun was only a coming and going thing for Sabir. For him, a day was nothing more than a car hurtling after another one. Life of Sabir was like the leafing of blank pages again and again. Sabir was only 13 years old, but he had experienced a lot about Pakistani society in which he lived. Cruel, ruthless, uncouth, brutal, vicious, inhuman, callous, atrocious and savage were the words given to this barbarous society, by Sabir. People supposed that he was a poor guy, but they didn’t know the bad incident which came to have a bad glimpse over his life. His only espies and observations of the day were his own blinks coming again and again in the same order having no surprises, no thrills and no ecstasies. Everything was bad. Bad for him; bad for anyone to live in it, but still there. The only thing he smelled was the polluted air mixed with pitilessness. The only thing which he was allowed to touch was the unimportant and deceiving money which was his worst enemy and which was responsible for his current condition and situation. It was nothing more than a lie for him. A lie—a big lie and nothing else! The only voices he was supposed to hear were “Well poor guy, take these ten rupees” or “No beggar, get lost! I don’t have time or money to give you!” He thought himself like a dust or stone wanting nothing; always being hit by foot and going somewhere else to be hit again by someone else. It was indeed a bad and inhospitable life, but still being adopted or forced to adopt by people.

A car stopped in front of Sabir when the traffic signal showed the red light. Sabir’s eyes caught someone in the luxurious Mercedes CLK. Someone whom he knew more than anyone. Someone whom he loved the most. Someone who was very special for him. Someone who was the only hope of making his life better and easy to live. Someone who can take this heavy mountain off his head. Someone from whom he was once separated. His mother!

The support to stand came from walking sticks which took him to the sumptuous ride which was waiting for a green light to appear on the traffic signal. Sabir waited impatiently for the wind span to lower down; a broad grin seemed to be painted on his happy face.

A pale face of a women appeared.

“Mom! I am your son. Remember? I am Sabir!” Sabir cried, happily for seeing the bright face of his loving mother after a long time. “Do you remember?”

His mother looked at him blankly. No answer. Silence. Stillness. Quietness. Uncommunicativeness. Taciturnity. No reply. No voice. But at last, her soft lips made a motion and a shocked voice came out.

“What do you mean? You can’t be my son! He—he— he died one year back in— in a severe bo— bomb blast. I saw his wounded face. Those evils kil—killed my son. I remember very well. You’re not my son! You’re from among those evils! I know what you’re here for! It’s just parsimony for luxury!”

Sabir was stunned! He received the answer of silence and reticence, that was the feeling of unfamiliarity from a familiar person.

“But—“No voice came out from the mouth of Sabir. He was too shocked to say any word.

“I can’t be your mother! You’re a beggar and I am a prosperous person. I know what you want!” She handed over a note of 20 rupees. “Liars are all around! It’s all mendacity!”

The traffic signal showed the green light. The car went away quickly and Sabir couldn’t stop his eyes to follow the car. He stood at the spot. In the middle of road! For the first time in his life, Sabir’s Sabr was not enough to handle his emotions. Sabir looked at the road where the car was standing before. Cars honking behind him. But he was there. There, caring about nothing! He didn’t move until he felt the 20 rupees note in his hand torn into two pieces due to wetness. Wet of his emotions. Wet of his disaster of loosing his last hope for the betterment of his life. Wet of his own tears given by someone who was very close to his heart!

My Last Day In This Deceitful World

My eyes were opened
When I was awake.
My Heart was broken
When it was to bloom again.

The shattered pieces of life I gave into the hands of death,
Receiving nothing. Nothing was left!
Thousand tears were of no importance
To make a wilted flower to bloom.

My leash, which had been tugged by my life,
Now strained apart; a dross brunt made me worthless.
I can’t pay the tax of what I’ve seen,
Or for the action I never wanted to do
In front of the eyes of ruthlessness!

I stood before the man who took my family away.
“Your last wish?” said he.
“To see what’s behind my eyes.”
Soon, I couldn’t assess my profuse anguish of swarthy din!

When consciousness nonchalantly came,
A man suddenly came.
“What did you mean by your last wish?”
“To meet my family in the world of eternity!”


By Jawad Haider

A Deadly Hide And Seek

“1, 2, 3 …” John was waiting for 50 to come out of his mouth and he could start his hard search for us while playing hide and seek. Amy and harry were going here and there in search of a good place to hide. All of us were in our uncle’s home. There was a huge garden, having a gigantic rubber tree whose branches extended to the balcony of the second floor of the luxurious house. It was night and it was adding a lot to our horror, but fun is something considered different in the presence of fear. We all were fearless.

“Hey Kevin—where are you supposed to hide?” Amy asked as she was passing beside me in kitchen. “I can’t find a nice hiding place.”

“I don’t even know where to hide, but there is a good place for you to hide,” I said. She was impatient to hear what i was about to say. A small change in my lips turned into a grin and then into a cackle. “Go to hell!”

I laughed and ran away from her. She was foaming at mouth.

“You’re too good to say nice words from your big mouth!” She shouted back. “Brainless! Frog-like stupid!”

“Infesto inferno!” I kept on saying. (Infesto inferno means go to hell).

My uncle and my dad had gone to see one of their friends. We were here—alone!

“23, 24, 25 …”

I had no time left. Tick, tick and tick made the time pass in seconds. My feet took me upstairs. I was alone and horrified. I was scared to be alone, but I didn’t have time to think about this. John was just about to come. I was glancing hither and thither in all directions to find a good place to hide, but my head was having explosions of emptiness of no final decision.

“41, 42, 43 …”

I didn’t wait more and rushed towards the balcony door, and stepped beneath the dark shadow of rubber tree’s branches in the darkness of the vague night.

“49 and 50! Here I come!”

There was a huge branch which touched the floor of the balcony. I arranged myself in its leaves in such a way that no one could ever trace me out.

Time passes by like a fast racing car speeding away in front of you in such a way that before you could even feel its existence or can even observe it, it runs away, letting you do nothing but stare at its rear.

The same happened with me. I didn’t know for how much time I had been sitting under the sheet of leaves. My eyes were close. Closed, so that no scary thoughts enter in my mind.

I came out from the bundle of leaves. It’s too late, I thought. Couldn’t they tell me when the game has ended! I looked down the balcony.

A stunning shock came and made me shiver from head to feet.

Blood! Blood everywhere!

Amy, Harry and John were beneath the tree. Their corpses were full of blood, but I came to know that all were not dead! John was still having slow breaths.

“Kevin, run! Run away! He’ll do the same to you because he came for you! The creature in the rubber tree. Leave the leaves and run away! The darkness is more beautiful than dark! Run or you’ll be one of us, like a dead body. Run for your life. You can escape him by — “John ended. His knell had been rung.

Before I could force myself to take an action, I heard some footsteps behind the balcony door. The leaves of rubber tree started to rustle. It felt that the man was standing behind me; his face full of my cousins’ blood; his powerful hands clutching my neck firmly and my death in front of my eyes. But all this was supposition and thoughts. The truth was behind the balcony door. I was alone and helpless in the big house and the sight of opening door entered my eyes after a deadly knock.

I opened my eyes. It was a night mare. A short nightmare! I was still under the coat of leaves. I was afraid and scared. So, I came out from the sheet of leaves and glanced down the balcony. No one was there! I thought that John was still looking for me. I looked at the place where I was under the leaves before. Someone was sitting there!

Someone who looked just like me. My clone! He looked back at me. A smirk appeared on his face.

“I like your body,” he said coldly.

No! He took my body. I am not alive!

The wooden balcony door opened. “Kevin, are you there?” John asked.

But how could he know that I was there, because I was dead. I was a part of the souls of the world.

I didn’t know that my dream will take such an enormous U-turn. Apparently, my cousins died, but actually, I was nothing more than a helpless soul looking at its corpse invaded by a wicked creature.

The creature stood up. A long dagger in his left hand.

“Your end is near my boy. Meet your mortality!” He shouted, stabbing the knife in me. A deep anguish travelled throughout my body. A pain which I had never experienced before!

My Memorable Day

Every day seems to be normal day. A day doesn’t become special and unique, rather it is made a memorable day to be written in our book of memoirs. We know that days or little moments show their faces as they are written in our fate, but fate is written by us. I myself made one of my typical days into unforgettable and meomorable one.

After a great struggle in ordinary days, I myself made an extraordinary day. After living my life in the abyss of hardwork, I found myself standing on the illuminous path of success. My special day, my result day, when I was to hear the announcement of my fruitful hardwork. I sat on the chair, numbness prevailing in my body. Every second seemed to be a trice of eternity. The irksome patience could not be adopted by anyone. My reminiscence told me that my previous year had passed in studying from dawn to dusk. I was confident. I had taken all the benefits from my pedagogues and my result would definitely bring me a good news. I had taken the march on other students by studying with more hardwork. I had never closed the stable door after the horse has bolted and did everything in its correct time and order. All these notions were making me confident. I had never been dishonest or mendacious to my studies. I had given time to all my subjects equitably. I was introspective at that moment and was continuously thinking about myself and my past.

We cannot go to past to make a good start, but with the help of present, we can make an awesome ending.

Infinitesimal moments were making me impatient. How long will it take to declare the result, I thought. Impatience is an innate of every human. We can’t turn tail from it. For us, it’s all our aunt. One would think that impatience is stupidity and patience is something which must be adopted, but it’s all cynisism, because it’s human’s nature. Patience is good, but is going in the direction opposite to that one on which human has set his feet.

Well, after a wait of many long moments, the time came when I was standing on stage, grining from ear to ear. God had given me my reward and my destiny!

A Paragraph Extracted From My Novel

After a wait of several seconds, a jet of blue light came from the watch, fizzled, and started revolving us at a great speed, giving us a relaxation and a cold mist, which we breathed while in the cage of light––a cage of a luxurious life. A thick fog came from my right side, snoozed, and interfered with our vision and sense of olfaction for a small interval of time. The jet of blue light bolted away beneath my shoes, leaving us alone and locked in the whiteness of the fogged world's cage from where I was unable to move and was like a lame floating in the dilute air of the nowhere world. My right hand was glued hard with the old man's hand that seemed to be unaffected by the atmosphere surrounding us. I was going higher and higher, having no signs of a ground or floor beneath my shoes. I was like a helpless reactant going through a chemical reaction. Slowly and gradually the fog started to fade and we landed on a soft ground which felt like sand. Soon, the fog vanished away, showing a red hot desert in front of us.

Wake Up Jawad!

Wake up then lie down and again fall asleep. This procedure continues until a flat Bata shoe from my mother is thrown at my buttock, and a cry of pain escapes my mouth along with the drowsiness. Wiping the eyes, I fidget to the bathroom, wash my face and head, put the liquid soap on toothbrush, and start brushing my hair.

“Ouch!”

A slap of velocity of about 150 km/h comes and law of conservation of momentum is applied on my head. I don’t know why I am only the target of experimentation?

I leave the bathroom, having both the shocks of two attacks received to fight with the drowsiness in the everyday world war.

I reach the bed again, and as soon as I am again going to fall asleep, the monster of third attack steps in my mind. So, I leave my everyday futile desire, and stop playing with attacks. I start putting on my uniform for school. I reach the dining table and come to know that I am wearing a vest and shorts!

It feels as if someone is slapping on one side of my face and as a reaction, another imaginary slap is waiting very impatiently for an action. I am out of this world whenever such a state of unconsciousness comes. It’s seems like someone is dragging one of my feet in opposite direction of the other one.

Now, it’s the time for a body spray to dance hay on my body. I pick up a can and start spraying. A weird and unfamiliar smell rushes in my nose, and my sense of olfaction forces my eyes to look down on my body. AAAAAAAAA! Instead of spraying body spray, I have sprayed black liquid shoe polish.

I take my shoes, put them on and now I am ready to go to school, but something again is strange and unusual. I remove both of my shoes and cry on my fate: there comes a big fat frog from one shoe and an irksome cockroach from the other. Why such a thing only wants to live in my fate? Why am I always the target of tragedy?

“Ouch!”

I open my eyes. Phew! This was only a nightmare, I think. I rise from my bed to fight again with the real fight of sleep. Again, a new day of books.

The First Page Of Tree

A tree, once an ordinary plant, emerged from the sheet of soil to show the remarkable scene of beauty. A tree is the only host of the people who are a bunch of nerves and also of Lucifer and fiends who are always foaming at mouth.

Who knew that a small dependent plant will one day rise and shine? Who knew that an odourless plant will one day make an aroma prevail in the atmosphere of great aura? Who knew that the blaze of a tiny plant will one day illuminate the dark abyss of this inhospitable world of vagueness? No one ever thought about this for a single moment. For us, little an tiny things have no significance at all. We are cracking the whip against them. I have gotten into a state and cannot sleep a wink by thinking that these poor trees cannot turn tail from being felled and are like a lamb to the slaughter. We are felling these trees for our benefit, but actually, this apparent benefit is going to prove very harmful for us. We are rushing our fences! This thing has rattled my cage that we are being ruthless towards them. We have to change our tune and chalk it up to experience not to harm these poor ones. We don’t know that only little and tiny things are sine qua non for a big helper.

We are now continuously trying to save trees but it is like locking the stable door after the horse has bolted. Everything seems to be going great guns in this world of technology, but no one knows that we are stepping in a lonely land which has no miracles of nature. We are the villains of the piece! And now we are saving these trees. Surprising –– wonders will never cease!

Life

Life –– what is life? Life is a drop of rain which starts its journey from the heaven and ends on the ground, giving it a little moisture of beauty and a little luxury of smiles.

Life can be found in a bundle of egregious mannered vultures or in the praiseworthy and heart-catching aroma. A life of shining light is the only treasure as it haggles for a peaceful death. Life is very short: you open a door and step into the room. This is life. Life is as long as a single blink of death, and death is as long as a single blink of life. The life on this land is not a life indeed. It’s just a lifeless life. This anachronistic life is a rose plucked from the garden of eternity–– the garden of immortality.

Now a days, the meaning of life is being taken wrongly. Life means:

Laughter
In
Falling
Estate

In this dummy and unusual world of fakeness, no one has a care or love for others. No one wants to live a life for others. Everyone is very mean. Everything is taking a U-turn in wrong direction, in the abyss of nowhere. We should live our lives like a cloud which gives rain to both, roses and spikes.

I am aware of the condition of this downfallen state of life as I am the inhabitant of the same land. It’s all my aunt! Everyone has no fear of the moment when his knell will be ringed. Everyone is enjoying the wine in the carafe of partial death. But no one knows that when will the carafe shatter into small pieces of glass and cruelly pluck their posy of life.

Friend

In this lively and eye-catching world of happiness-sorrows characteristics, there is one lustrous thing–– A friend!

A friend is the sweet and delicious fruit from the tree of uncountable branches bent with the fruits of love and affection. What do we do when we are oblivious about certain matters? Who tries to console us when we are abashed by a mishap which occurred when we let our hair down? Who helps us when we are a bundle of nerves? Who makes us grin from ear to ear when we are foaming at mouth? Who makes us assume everything as a piece of cake when we are being revolved by the jet of confusion and cannot find a way out of this dark abyss?

This platinum is the friend. A friend is the only star who illuminates our face in the darkness of this deceitful world.

My Busy Life

What’s life? I hope you know it, but for me, life is nothing. I hope I don’t know about life, instead, I know very much about a File containing about 150 pages to learn their each and every word by heart. Is it possible for you to remember such a long plan of future? Nah –– How can you think of a donkey hoping to pull a new cart?

A pile of books remain on my head in school; a pile of schools remain on my head in academy. Don’t you think about a monkey having two brains, planning to jump from a pine tree to mango tree?

How can my teachers say that studies are very easy, when even a ghost runs away when he hears the familiar word ‘mathematics’.

Would you ever believe in future that you have learned about 10,000 pages or more in your youth? Nah–– your belief would have gone away with a bullet train in Pakistan.

What’s my schedule of studies? You will be very surprised that even I don’t know that. How can you think of a clock asking whether to shout out the alarm or not? I go to school, academy and my home. These are my headquarters of tension. My brain’s empty, with a covering of rusted dunk (seems weird) all around. I hope one day I’ll wake up from my bed, put on my uniform, go downstairs and then gape at myself in shock.

“Oh gosh! It’s still night!” I shall say.

And now, my last question: Do you ever think that we can differentiate between two same trees? Nah–– we shall be able to see what’s in Bermuda Triangle, but not explain the life of studies.

Don’t you think it’s a food for thought?

Our Animals Are Leaving

I have observed that the most important thing, or the pillars on which our lives stand, are animals, which are slowly and gradually becoming extinct. And important thing to be noted: WE ARE KILLING THEM!

Until relatively recently, in human history, people existed as nomadic hunter gatherers, and obtained their food from animals. Not only food, but wool, milk, meat and many more things were obtained from animals. This reflects the thought that humans and animals had a good relationship, but the real picture does not look to be so attractive.

Humans are now using deadly weapons to kill the animals. They are killing much more animals in comparison to the past. This killing creates enmity between the two creatures. Animals have been maintaining the balance of the world for thousands of years, but now the situation has taken a U-turn, and the only fly in the ointment is their killing. Animals' killing starts at the crack of dawn, and continues until the night shows its vague face.
Scientists have hit the nail on the head by saying that many animals are becoming extinct due to this killing. A good example of this extinction can be perceived from the extinction of Dodo. It was last seen in this world in 1660's, and until then, there is no sign of it in the world of killing.

If we don't take steps to stop this killing, then this distinguished world will become a vague one and we can do nothing except to sit and watch the world lose its height.

ANIMALS ARE OUR REAL TREASURE!!!

My Last Beat Of Heart

It was a pleasant day, with soothing wind, full of birds' cries.
I was not so sad, but tears were in my eyes.
It was the same blue sky and same white clouds.
But why did I hear weeping sounds.
The beautiful greenery one day ago,
Was then heaping on my soul.

Then the angel above ringed my knell,
And I insensibly fell.
Something induced me to stand and run.
As if this run was a fun!

I've breathed my last dear breathe of life.
I've used my last dear fuel of life.
The ripeness of my life has gone.
And now I am alone.

Soon I'll land on the alighting board of grave.
Soon I'll smell the lifeless life of grave.
Nothing is left in this deceitful land,
Except to sit putting hand on hand.


By Jawad Haider

Groups Are Better Than Individuals

If we look around our surroundings, we come to know that there are some rules or, you can say, some principles which are followed by a human brain. I've observed many changes in a human brain. Every person, even I, follows these principles, whether we like them or not. You can say it as god-gifted, that sometimes if you want to do something, whether it is good or bad, and a person tries to stop you from it, and it is always observed that his every talk goes in one ear and out the other. For example, If you want to go to a park to play with your friends and your mom says you, “no", and the whole family says "yes", then you'll certainly go out to play. But if the whole family is saying "no" and mom is saying "yes", then you have nothing to do except to sit in your house and have day dreams of playing with your friends in the park. This is because the group influences more than an individual. I'll explain it with an example.

EXAMPLE:-

You might have observed that if only one tree is standing in a park, the park looks not so attractive and no one likes to visit it. But if there are about hundreds of trees, then everyone puts his heart on going to that park. A park full of greenery and trees give refreshment and relaxation to people. Similarly, if God created a tree consisting of only one leaf, no tree would look so attractive. But he created a tree with a hundred or thousands of leaves to make it beautiful and eye-catching.

This phenomenon is applicable to every human brain. You take anything from nature and try to apply this rule on it; the rule will fit in it perfectly. Our universe is full of thoughts and imaginations, but it is the need of the hour that we observe them, otherwise, this universe cannot be proved an ideal one.

Falls

Step aside
And you’ll be left behind.
The more you look at sun,
The more your eyes fall.

Nothing is best or egregious in this world.
Both stones and leaves go down with the waterfall.
A page torn from a book,
Make its fellows easily fall.

“Superiority is nothing,” everyone has known,
Except those who are worthless and ruthless stones.
That’s why everyone has said:
“United we stand, divided we fall.”

We walk and run on the slanting roads
To have a glance of enjoyment’s core.
But mistakes mistakenly come,
Push us, and we fall.

Years pass by
To welcome the relationship of laughter,
But a spark of misbehavior comes
And this peak of life falls.

Falls come to teach us how to stand.
We stand to fall, and fall to stand.
But only this makes us a man
To fall the falls which once made us fall.


By Jawad Haider

Independence Day

Tomorrow’s my independence day!
I shall do lovely hay.
I’ll talk and talk like heedless jay.
And sing and sing my beautiful lay
On that pleasant Independence day.
Tomorrow my exams will run away.
And I shall enjoy that beautiful day.
I shall play, play and play.
And shall have a visit to café.
I shall forget my previous frays
On that pleasant Independence day.

Tomorrow I shall humbly pray.
To my God for the awesome day.
I shall eat up the whole buffet,
And throw the restaurant into disarray.
I shall even walk on bay
On that pleasant Independence day.

Tomorrow I shall write so many essays
That every word will become cliché.
I shall hold a grand soiree.
And shall stand and say right away:
The enjoyment of that Independence Day.

I shall do everything on that day.
I shall turn away and run away and fade away, then back away and come again to enjoy the day.
I shall take away and steal away all the sprays, and spray them on the Milky Way to make the galaxy happy and gay.
And when this day will pass away,
I shall have a trifle of vitamin K
And a painful tooth decay.


By Jawad Haider

A Bomb Blast

My corpuses and my life
Are nothing to be proud of.
They’re just gradually dimming lights.

My hands, my ears, and my nose
Are now, no use to me.
I am taking the everlasting dose.

I’ve fallen from my last stepping step,
Which was my life.
But now, is my death.

So far I assumed to go.
But everything went in vain.
My futile life is again to be plowed.

I have no life to live.
Now alone, I exist in the exodus of existentialists.
A Bomb Blast took everything from me.

Now, I soulfully feel the life of smile.
I have worm-like griefs gnawing at my existence.
I live in the world of sorrows, with fences
All around my tearful statue.

May God punish those who took my hearts.
Who took my loved ones, but left me alone.
I have no balms for my bruised life.
I’ll sit and wish with whole my heart,
That these beasts die the death of dogs.


By Jawad Haider

Alliteration Poem

Falling feathers from falling flowers
Wither woefully with wintry wash.
Seeing such strange snow shower,
Bill’s brain became blankly bald.


By Jawad Haider

My Lifelong Desire - Knowledge

The verses of my life say:
"Gain knowledge from night to day.
Always try to be first,
In conquering knowledge's outskirts.
No matter, what it takes,
The study of nature and science is great.

Knowledge will adorn your life.
Knowledge will enrich your life.
Your leaning head will then arise.
To enlighten the world and the skies.
Exhume the knowledge from the ground,
Which was once buried by deadly hounds.

Perch on the branch of eternal success,
As knowledge has never, never been less.


By Jawad Haider

Mirror Of Thoughts

Getting deep in my thoughts,
Once I thought, where I was.
Who was I?
Who he was?

A tall guy standing beside me,
Who's face I couldn't see.
Gazing in his eyes, I thought.
Who was I?
Who he was?

Leaving his eyes, I looked around,
When I heard a laughing sound.
"No one's here," I thought.
Who was I?
Who he was?

Then the tall guy standing beside me,
Suddenly, rudely spoke to me.
"Haven't you found where you are?
Where you're standing for half an hour.
Go back and leave your thought."
Then I found where I was.

I was in my deepest thought.
Which I had thought for half an hour.
A very funny thought it was:
"I gazed in man's face," I thought.
"Who's face I couldn't see."

How stupid I was.
I didn't know where I was.


By Jawad Haider

A Stupid Boy

A boy went to a shop,
Where he bought a lollipop.
His parents advised him not to eat it,
But he didn't pay attention to it.
What a stupid boy he was,
Who can do anything for a lollipop.

He didn't listen to his father's advice,
Who said, “It is harmful for you,
What a stupid boy are you"
He did not listen to his mother too,
Who said, “It will make you ill soon."
But in spite of parents' advice,
He left the house and went to school.
There he met Mr. Woal.
The boy said, “I am going to eat a lollipop,
Which I bought from the candy shop."
Mr. Woal advised him not to eat it.
But he didn't pay attention to it.
What a stupid boy he was,
Who can do anything for a lollipop.

The next day he saw his teeth,
Oh! What were those dirty teeth!
It was too hard for him to eat,
Because he had dirty teeth.

What a stupid boy he was,
Who can do anything for a lollipop.


By Jawad Haider

A Snowy Day

What a beautiful day it was.
When the snow fell.
I went out of my beautiful home.
And felt the snow just like a foam.

What a beautiful day it was.
When children made many snowballs.
Children jumped and jumped on a side.
Toddlers went to crawl outside.

What a beautiful day it was.
When the snow fell and fell and fell.
It was the best day I ever saw.
What a beautiful day it was.


By Jawad Haider

Lie

A lie is such a truth which guides us the way to find its smirking existence.

"How" and "Why"

Every “how” in someone’s life is the answer of every “why”.

Searching Your Talent

Search out your talent. If you can’t search it, you could search it. If you couldn’t search it, you will search it. But if you’re not searching it, you won’t be having benefit for searching it, and you’ll never be a man.

Heart - A Fragile Life In Nature

Never hurt someone's heart, because heart is as fragile as a glass. When you let a glass fall from a height, it will shatter into small pieces. Then you can never join them, or pick them up. And if you try to do so, the small pieces will HURT YOU!

Life And Death

Life is as long as a single blink of death and death is as long as a single blink of life.
Think about it!

Reminiscence

Reminiscence allows us to haggle with our obscure present and decorate our future.

History

History is a praiseworthy pedagogue which teaches us how to walk through the mazes of life.

Destination

Finding your illuminated destination in front of you does not necessarily mean that you have possessed it, because sometimes even its shine can make you blind.

Peak

Never ever let your peak stand tiptoe to seek its peak, because your peak is not so much high to seek itself.

Hardwork

Never stop working hard, or you’ll be destroyed, because if earth stops revolving, the sun will hit it.

Live Like Star

Live your life like a star. Burn yourself for others but never show that you are burning for them. Always SHINE!

Life - A Drop Of Rain

Life is a drop of rain which starts its journey from the heaven and ends on the ground, giving it a little luxury of beauty and a little moisture of smiles.

Sorrows - A Part Of Life

No one can live a life full of happiness and smiles, as there are more spikes on the stem than the roses.

Excellence

Excellence is something which remains for eternity, but success is something which comes and goes like triumph and disaster do.

Success

Success is for fame and superiority, but excellence is not for fame but peace.

Time

Time travels like a ray. Always heads straight in one direction, but never turns back.

Earth And Fire

The earth was born of fire, and fire will be its end.

Life - A Road

Life is a road which changes its routes again and again.

School

School is a plant of light. Shines those pupils who take advantage from it, and also those ones who do not.

Elders

Elders have to become the inspiration for us, so that we become inspired from them and make them our inspiration. But if they become the BLACK ROSES, then what’s in our hand? What can we do and what can we learn from them?

Elders

Elders have to become the inspiration for us, so that we become inspired from them and make them our inspiration. But if they become the BLACK ROSES, then what’s in our hand? What can we do and what can we learn from them?

Patience

One who has seen happiness can never see patience in his life, and the one who has never seen happiness, always see patience in his life.

An Idiot

"Hey slow guy. Wait for me," shouted James(The Idiot).

"Why?" A reply came from exhausted John who was always furious at James foolishness.
"I want to check the time on your wrist watch."

"It's 2:00 p.m."

"I know that," said James. "I want to check something else."

Poor John had to stop. "What an irksome breed of monkey he is!" said John under his breath. James came towards John.

"When will the watch reach 2:01 p.m." said James.

"Why are you asking that?

"Actually my mom said that always do everything in one minute... So, I am waiting for one minute to check the time on my watch".