I WRITE MY HEART OUT

On a sunlit day, radiant and bold, I sat within the lecture's fold, A voice arose, swift feet did flee, a tale unfolding mysteriously, Wandering lost midst clamor and sound, seeking the truth, my heart unbound, All called their dearest, so did I, drawn to the scene beneath the sky. A black-coated figure, under assault, a protest formed, a mighty exalt, At the civil hospital, the coats in black, stood united, against the attack, Yet a mightier roar, the skies did rive, the law school wept, souls did grieve, A somber exodus, a mournful bout, from those hallowed halls, a sorrowful route. In fleeting moments, whispers did spread, fathers and brothers, comrades dead, Cousins and mentors, teachers fair, husbands and friends, lost in despair, A generation gone, wisdom untold, a wealth of knowledge, now turned to gold, The day lost its brilliance, the sun turned to gray, as darkness descended, hearts in dismay. Amidst tears and cries, I found my way, a vacant home where laughter once lay,

In the realm of life's journey, I once believed caste and tribe were insignificant, Yet as days flowed by, I discerned their weight, the significance of shared blood. Even amongst adversaries, royal lineage holds sway, a truth I now embrace. It's acceptable to drift from friends with whom we once shared a profound bond, But intertwining families in lost friendships leaves a bitter stain on the heart. Life's tutelage has unveiled countless truths, and I rejoice in seeing souls unmasked, I tread among the outspoken and forthright, but guard against silent minds concealing malevolence. For years, I dwelled with one who harbored intense enmity, cloaked in personal jealousy, Through the tempest of emotions, I learn and grow, resolving to avoid the double-faced.   I yearn for the moments invested in people, the time and aid generously given, Yet, some proved undeserving of such care, and their absence leaves a void. Beware of families proclaiming wealth and nobl

Upon my stair wall, pictures once adorned, Now gone, like you, from life you have been shorn. Insecurity veiled your every gaze, But too late, I learned your artful ways. A reflection, too dim to apprehend, I wish I'd known you better, my dear friend. Insecurities, pretense, and disguise, With hollow smiles, you covered your lies. Yet, from this chapter, I find release, A gallery devoid of your caprice. For in the void, a truth blooms anew, Without you, I rediscover what is true.

What a momentous day, etched with profound honor, to bear witness to a chapter unfolding in the annals of history. On Thursday, 1st June 2023, a man of exceptional courage and fortitude solemnly took his oath within the ceremonial hall of the Supreme Court of Pakistan. Within those very walls that had previously witnessed his resignation, he now embraced the weighty responsibility before him. In his unwavering commitment to upholding the faith of the people and preserving his personal integrity, he willingly relinquished all the privileges rightfully due to him, as he remained under inquiry. An inquiry that, curiously, faded into obscurity. None can deny the undeniable truth that his legacy sprouted from Bengal, with a profound role in the formation of Pakistan—a fervent patriot who chose to settle in our beloved nation, leaving his ancestral roots in India. A man of unwavering conviction who adamantly refused to take the oath under the Provisional Constitutional Order- 2007. A man ent

Throughout the year, I bore a burden of anguish deep, For I stood alone, devoid of solace or company to keep. Insecurity drove some away, while others found their own way, Leaving me adrift, with heartache's bitter sway. I sought to heal, to mend my shattered soul, But my efforts, alas, took a heavy toll. The echoes of my cries, resounding loud and clear, A pain unseen, unfathomed by those near. For the bonds of friendship, once cherished and dear, You scorned and mocked, filling my heart with fear. Betrayed by deceit, a wound too deep to mend, May Allah's mercy find you, and may your soul amend. But amidst the trials, a silver lining did appear, Caring souls emerged, drawing me near. Opportunities abound, waiting to be embraced, The separation brought me closer to Allah's grace. Now I pray, never to cross paths again, With hearts like yours, tainted by disdain. May my path be filled with blessings anew, And distance forever keeps me from you.

  In my life, there's been a shrinkage of souls, Yet my heart still wishes them well as it glows. But as I look back on the tea I served, It's sad to see how some undeserved. They came in hard times, seeking a helping hand, And stayed for the comfort of my tea and land. But when the skies cleared and they could stand, They forgot the friend who held their hand. It's a sorry state, this taking without giving, But I still hope they find the life they're living. And if one day they should need a friend, I pray they remember, and make amends. Part 2 Each soul seeks solace in its own way, Amidst grief and sorrow's relentless sway. For me, a journey towards a brighter day, Became my escape, my path to pave. But alas, my striving for a better fate, Was misconstrued as opportunistic, and hate, Now shadows follow me, a constant weight, As I continue on, my heart to sate.

 Tale 1  In life, a simple truth we find, The way we treat,may come in kind, What goes around,comes back around, The turning table, a truth profound. So, in all deeds that we pursue, Let kindness and respect shine through, For what we give, we shall receive, The turning table, we must believe. Tale 2  May you not taste the bitter fruit Of the pain you sow in others' suit Let your heart be a vessel of compassion And your words be a soothing balm of redemption. Tale 3  Amidst the tale that you have spun, Only your version has been sung. If they choose to believe your voice, My side of the story has no rejoice. Who then will lend an ear to me, And hear the truth that sets me free?