Out of the Mist

“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth.”  ―  William W. Purkey

Life is one tough teacher that brings you every lesson, it wants you to learn. In this process and just keep shifting, and later all you had left is an imprint. Now reliving those moments across the sand of times, it can be great or a living hell. Right now I can’t pick up the end of my feeling; everything around me is just blurry, motions are abrupt and jerky, fear in the air is so thick and death; it's collecting the souls around me. I felt like I might throw up, for the van I was traveling in rocked, so did the ground. I closed my eyes and try to avoid looking outside. The tremors had moved the plates under the surface, shaken the mountains, caused sliding of heavy rocks at a few corners of the Chattar Plane road, leading to District Battagram. The road was damaged but still, it was good for us to keep going. We may have had a chance to reach there. I opened my eyes and risked a glance outside. The village across the river that I grew up watching every year I passed this

Working around the edges of the politics, we even sometimes forget what we are, what we do, and even sometimes the real face of humanity is just scratched away. Politics being the most ancient occupation of the civilization, ‘Course after the prostitution but I, like many, don’t get the real difference between them at all. One is a metaphor for selling the body and the other is for the land. And it’s very much ironic that always it goes in the hand of the one, that doesn’t seem to realize the importance of the position that they have been chosen for. Yeah, they do care about the power that comes along but it’s considered to be the tertiary root, Power is one real and primary to it (so far). The so-called “of, for and by” rule is always having a nagging effect on me. It’s doing great’ for the West and those who respect the system. Contrary our people rise, present the best discipline of liveliness when it comes to Shahzeb Murder Case, Mukhtaran’s issues, Dr. Afia Siddique's C

Creation is an art. Looking around oneself, observing the past, predicting the future through the mists of creation, wandering around the edges of life and death, articulation gives you a feeling that you have something special inside you. You have an idea, which can either disintegrate or integrate you with the soul of the world. Speaking of which, anyone who can bond with his soul can bond with the soul of the world.  Lord of the Heaven created immortal and gave him this special sense of understanding. With that understanding, he learns about himself, he gets himself acquainted with whatever he wants to.  We learn, engage, excel. Out of the mist of art, emerges our true self. The creator has done his job, and "Oh Lord! How beautifully He has done it.". Its now your turn, your choice and only you have to decide what you want and how you want it. Let us create our own paradise. It's never too late. You might have heard of the fragrance that remains in the hands of t