In Syrian War

Mommy, tell me where should I go?

Our house is destructed 

and I find peace no-more 

The buildings have turned into dust

The nights have turned into lightening bombs 

When it’s morning, I witness 

the faces are full of tears falling from the eyes 


Mommy, by the time it’s afternoon 

I don’t find any food 

I hide behind the rocks and blocks 

so no one finds me soon 

Slowly the night starts approaching 

and I don’t find our home

So I start walking towards 

your’s and dad’s tomb

After watching so much of hatred 

I need some love till the dawn  


The citizens of Syria are brutally killed and murdered and the whole world is busy ignoring the fact that they are humans too. So here, I’m writing on behalf of all those humans who are really praying for peace of Syria and the world. If anybody knows how an Indian can help Syria, please drop your message in the comment section below.


Ya Rehaman-O-Rahim, give them hidayah who have taken up their arms for the violence, help the people stuck in war by giving them strength and help them in maintaining peace in Syria and around the globe. Amen!




I miss how I was able to love so hard 

and how not today?

How I fearlessly kept falling 

hoping you’ll give me a hand one day!

How those short moments made my day

even after knowing your realities? 

Why do I find these things 

so beautiful 

yet raising my heart beats?


All up to you

As you need me
I need you too
As you like talking to me
I crave the peace in you
If you think, I shall stay for you
Don’t you forget as you’re peace for me
Chaos can also be created by you
So for the sake of your peace
Don’t disrupt the silence
Inside me
As this could bring destruction in you
And storms inside me


Aap mujhe har baat se waqif ho
Chahe mai bolu ya Nahi
Meri Muskaan dekhar
Aap saari baatien samjhte jaate ho
Aur mai fir bhi
Aapko kabhi samajh Nahi pati
Aisi baat Nahi aapse mohabbat Nahi karti
Bas Qatrati hu
Jata Nahi pati
Shayad isliye Gussa ho jati hu
Phir raat me akele kamre me rokar
maafi bhi mang leti hu
Aur mujhe muaf bhi kar dete hai bina jaane
Ek aap hi toh hai
Jo meri naadaniyon pe haste hai
Galati hone par khub Dante bhi hai
Saare zimedariyon ko bakhubi nibhate hai
Waqt aane par apni pyari chizon ki qurbani bhi dete hai
Jitni khubsurat hai aap
Utni khubsurati se aapka dil banaya gaya hai
Meri pyari Ammi jaan!
Aapke tarif me Mere lafz ek boond ke qatre se kam hai
Is Jannat ki tareef me
Ye puri duniya kya
Kainat bhi kam hai
Meri pyari Ammijaan💟
Bas aapka Shukriyada karna chahti hu
Is nachiz ko jhelne aur
Be intehan pyar karne k liye ❤️


I thought a lot about forgetting you
A lot.

And I ended up asking myself

How can I forget the moments I lived?

How can I erase the words that were once told?

How can I ever unlove my love?

How should I weaken the trust?

What made you ask me this?

What were the things that made you end every little of us?

Would… you?

Would you write me in your poetry?
Would you describe my kiddish nature?
Would you ever be overwhelmed by my smartness?
Would you ever remember us walking down that Street?
Would you smile when I will cross your head?
Would you bother to think that I drank too much the other day?
Would you ever visit the same coffee shop just to look if i am hanging there?
Would you ever call my name to check if I am walking ahead?
Would you ever describe my name in your prayers?
Would you ever remember my cheeks with wrinkles forming some layers?
Would you say about me to your new girlfriend?
Or Would you mention me in stories when you’ll be a grandparent?