The sad days are over

 تمہیں پتہ ہے میں کتابیں بہت پڑھتی ہوں؟ اور کیا تمہیں یہ بھی پتہ ہے کہ کبھی کبھی میں جب کسی کتاب میں کھوجاتی تو اکثر اپنے آپ کو مافوق الفطرت دنیا میں موجود پاتی۔۔۔ اور بعض اوقات سوچتی کہ کیا ایسا بھی ممکن ہے کہ مجھے ایک ایسا دروازہ مل جائے جسے کھول کر میں کسی دوسری دنیا میں جاسکوں؟ جو صرف میری ہو؟ جہاں میں آنکھیں بند کرکے سانس لے سکوں؟ اور پھر اپنا سر جھٹک کر خود کو خود ہی ٹھوکتی اور سوچتی تھی کہ ارے پگلی! تم بھی نا۔۔۔ چلو پڑھو۔۔۔ اور یوں میں اپنے اندر جنم لینے والی آرزؤں کو سلا دیتی۔۔۔  پر کیا تم جانتے ہو کہ میری یہ آرزو پوری ہوگئی ہے؟  مجھے ایک ایسا دروازہ مل گیا ہے جسے کھول کر میں سانس لے پاتی ہوں۔۔۔    جو صرف اور صرف میری ہے۔۔۔ جہاں بس سکون بستا ہے۔۔۔ جہاں میں بس آسماں دیکھ سکتی ہوں۔۔۔ جہاں میں زندگی کو بھرپور طریقے سے جی سکتی ہوں۔۔۔ اور کیا تمہیں یہ پتہ ہے کہ مجھے یہ کب ملا ؟  شاید یہ میں خود بھی نہیں جانتی کہ میں کب سے جی اٹھی ہوں۔۔۔ کب سے میں نے مسکرانا سیکھا ہے۔۔۔  ہاں پر مجھے اتنا یاد ہے کہ کچھ دن پہلے میں بہت تکلیف میں تھی  اور ...

  My Sweetheart,  My mind is never empty of your thoughts... I think about you...  Actually I don't do it, it just happens on its own...   I pick up my old blue diary to write about nature or the clouds,Or the moon and stars, or how the rain makes me dance... I take the pen in one hand and take it closer to the soft surface of my lips and start thinking....  Before I even know it, I find myself lost in your thoughts.... So I shake my head side to side and smile and tell myself "Focus Canis, Focus"  And I start writing about how I feel when I walk in nature... And how do I feel when I find myself flying and being able to touch the stars in the light of a full moon...  After I finish my first draft, I always read it.... So, I move my hair from one shoulder to another.... And I, gently, slide away a wisp of hair, a bit closer to my lips, with my index finger... I take a sip of coffee and clear my throat...  I take a deep breath and start look...

جب کبھی میں آئینہ دیکھتی ہوں تو دنیا والوں کی آوازیں مدھم پڑ جاتے ہیں۔۔۔۔ اور مجھے ایک عمدہ لڑکی کا ایک بھر پور عکس نظر آنے لگتا ہے۔۔۔ میں نے ہمیشہ اپنے عکس کو مسکراتے ہوئے دیکھا ہے، جیسے مجھے فخریہ انداز میں بول رہا ہو کہ " بنت حوا، تم نے بہت کچھ سہہ کر بھی ہمت نہیں ہاری اور مجھے فخر ہے تم پر" اور میں جواب میں اپنی نظریں جھکا لیتی ہوں۔۔۔  پر جب میں تمہاری سامنے کھڑی ہوتی ہوں تو ایک سوالیہ نشان بن جاتی ہوں۔۔۔ میں ایک بار پھر اپنے آپ سے پوچھتی ہوں "میں کون ہوں؟"  اسی لمحے تم میرا چہرہ اپنی انگلیوں کے پوروں سے اوپر اٹھاتے ہوئے کہتے ہو "سنو تم ایک عمدہ لڑکی ہو" تبھی میں تمہاری آنکھوں میں اپنا عکس تلاش کرنے لگ جاتی ہوں۔۔۔۔  میں مزید الجھن کا شکار ہوجاتی ہو کیونکہ آنکھیں مجھے کچھ اور کہتی ہے۔۔۔ تمہاری آنکھوں کی آئینے میں میرا عکس بلکل شفاف دکھائی دیتا ہے۔۔۔ اس وقت تمہارے لب خاموش ہوتے ہیں لیکن تم خاموش ہونٹوں سے بہت کچھ بول لیتے ہو۔۔۔ تمہاری آنکھیں ہر قسم کی اسم صفات سے بھرپور ہوتی ہے۔۔۔ میرے لیے۔۔۔  تمہاری آنکھیں مجھے کہتی ہیں کہ سنو تم سے نہ کوئی تھا نہ کوئ...

  She is standing on her rooftop... It's cold... The trees around her, are moving back and forth and side to side.... They are moved harshly by the brutal storm... There is no light around her...   Only a sudden lightning that lightens up the dark clouds... But for the first time in her life, she isn't scared of the darkness.... She just closes her eyes and smiles as the wind comes hitting her face....  She giggles as it thunders.... She smiles as leaves start rustling... She isn't scared of the dark for she herself carries light within her soul that lightens up every soul she smiles at.... She feels strong.... Her soul is no longer trembling....  Everything around her is at rage but she.... She is at peace....  For she knows that the sad days are over.... 

No, it wasn't an ordinary necklace... He spoke to me through it... He showed how he'll always stay behind me, to hold me when I fall.... At the same time he let me glow... Although he was way too bright than I was.... He still adored my light... He made me wear it in a delicate way... I could feel his breaths on my neck... It was hard to resist what that made me feel... I won't dare for a second to forget that eye contact we made afterwards.... His eyes were speaking gently.... I could hear them saying "Didn't I tell you that I will bring the moon to you?" He was wearing a smile that only, I could see and blush to it ... His eyes were reassuring me that "The sad days indeed are over" 

  He stitched my soul with every touch, and he healed my wounds with every kiss... Every time I looked into his eyes, I found a place called home.... 🧡

  I often look at him and think... Is there anything else more comforting than looking at these eyes?  Or ever will be?  It's then when I realize that a smile isn't only used for saying yes...  His eyes are like a far existing mysterious island that only I can have excess to... That only I can get to unfold the mystery... Every time I look at his eyes, I experience a new adventure...  Those eyes look at me with affection I've never experienced before.... They give me a sense of protection and speak to me in languages that I have never learned but understand when they speak to me....

  I was walking across the street lost in my own thoughts...  Thoughts that stir in my mind like every second and form a hurricane probably in a half....  I was looking at the sky... Blue... White and yellow at the same time... The sun was brighter yet didn't burn my skin nor make me squint my eyes...  So once again I started counting my own footsteps walking towards something called "Nowhere"  I was distracted by the giggles...  They were coming from a nearby shop...  There was something strange about those giggles...  I guess something familiar.... That made me stand still and find where they were coming from....  While I stood there,  I saw a couple.... A good couple...  They were holding hands... Unaware of the surroundings...  They seemed to be in love... A different type of one.... A love that made them glow...  Both of them were glowing... I could see them.... Yes I could see the happiness they were immersed in.......

 I keep thinking... How will it be if everything around me just go silent.. Will it matter if my eyes stop speaking?  

    He guarded her soul... He protected her Body… He worshiped her smile... He adored her giggles more than any other melody… He whispered love to her in eyes… He shouted admiration through his eyes… He gave her a moon and million stars... Above all… He chose her minute by minute... He put her demons to sleep before she went to bed… For the first time and forever she slept with peace... No her nightmares didn't go away that quickly but he stayed awake all night to keep her safe...

  There was something about the sky that mesmerized her... There was always something about the stars that took his breath away... She often looked at the sky more than the stars... He often adored the stars more than the sky... They both never knew why?  But one afternoon the truth unfolded...  God had made him a sky... God had made her a star... But she was a star that came to an end after a billion suffering and fell.... People around wished upon her... For her to vanish... But she fell on the ground.... People thought she would vanish and will never be seen in the sky.... But little did they know she wasn't an ordinary one...   after she fell, the sky missed her more than any other star ✨ So the sky came down to the earth looking for her.... He looked for her on every mountain top... It took him 22 years to find her... A day sooner came when they both met... He recognized the soothing star... But she had no idea of him being, her sky.... There... Right then....