Hollow

We talk too much. We say too much and we even speak up our minds when we say that we are unable to speak. Sometimes  we say things without even uttering a single word and sometimes a speech with articulate words seems hollow...
 
What elevates words from being mere words to thoughts that touch others... emotions?
 
Its was nice to see that sombody did read what I was writing. I know that no one will ever fully comprehend cause I am not telling the full story. But thats the way I like it it makes it a mystery and the most importantly its the mystery of my life.
 
I guess I've had enough of life in my self satisfactory misery bubble. I want out now. The real world awaits. I'm ready to take the world on. Aaaah ! here I go again ... WORDS...
 
Lets suppose THIS time its all true ... Am I ready for what can await at the other end ?
 
Been looking for a helping hand all my life... Never did anything alone. I was scared. Maybe am still now. I always used to say that the great unknown scared me.
 
 
The book of my only Favorite Poet Ch. Mohd Ali is out. Its called Ashkon Ke Chirag <---- thats urdu... meaning well one meaning can be the lamps of burning tears... I first came to know Ch. Mohd Ali when I edited his Interview programs but I had no idea what his poetry was like ... I am not a person who likes poetry but there is something about his poetry that mesmerizes me I love it. That's partly due to the fact that his poetry is about The REAL LOVE that's the love of God almighty and secondly its a tribute to his devotion to Khilafat.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Anonymous said…
My grandmother is in Rabwah at the moment and I have asked her to bring this book back for me when she returns next month. Chaudhrey Mohammad Ali is not only a treasure-house of knowledge and memories of his time spent with the Ahmadiyya Caliphs but also one of the best poets writing in this age. Hazrat Khalifatul Masih IV (Allah shower mercy upon his soul) compared him to such literary giants such as Mir. You are lucky to have the book, we can't get it here in London.
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