A habitually used term, possessing ubiquitous nature creating havoc in lives of people, who gratify it with their million unimaginable troubles mainly of acute nature. I happen to develop a soft corner for all those who have experienced this annihilation of happiness at individual levels. I hosted this ogre many a times, but ineptly it fell in love with my hospitality, designating me “Home”.

Every now and then I organize myself for its abolition in every way possible whatever the circumstances but all my work is of no avail. No matter how harder I try I would always find it knocking my door claiming of missing me.

Have you ever met people tormented by depression?

                    It is quite awful that this thing has been there from quite the ages and is still haunting people with its entire dreadful, vigorous and disastrous caliber.

This demon encircled Sylvia Plath, one of the most dynamic and admired poets of 20th century in its widening gyre compelling her to put her head in an oven while her 3year old daughter and a year-old son were in deep sleep. In the darkness of the night, this ogre kissed her with utmost love, liberating her from the curse of life. This post for sure inhale its birth from the resent traumatizing news, claiming the life of a beautiful soul. The trauma is infernal for the family, friends and fans. Being a part of pompous world, the incident came to limelight in no time throughout the globe and the country in particular, a waft of dejection and melancholy unfurl to remotest corners.

        According to the official report of world health organization every year close to 800,000 people all over the globe die due to suicide, which is one person every 40 seconds. There are indications that for each adult who dies by suicide there may have been more than 20 others attempting suicide.

ps:- Please be kind to everyone we never know what one is going through even putting a smiling face ain’t mean aptly happiness


There is no shame in asking for help

Forbidden Liquid over Skin

This pain in my veins ,

wrenching My Heart In pieces

Forbidden Liquid Running Over My skin ,not beneath

shouting Loud In Heaps and Bounds

Claiming truthfulness to one for whome the heart beats

I praise you hardness at ur place

I will Burn too into ashes till U came to know

This soul Is burning since times ago

It will Burn Shouting Your name for Now and for ever

Done Undone ‘

Inquest mY Own Existence 

  A lone Survivor Of two tier Boat

Sailing In Oceans Of Tears 

  Possess which No boundaries For

Destiny seam Too abstract To Me

      No doubt, left No stone unturned 

Alas! My eyes Rain to all those few unturned 

          Who To blame Me Or Thy 

My eyes ! Or else One,made them Rain!

Eyes To Dust

Thee Dust kissed thy Feet oF mY beloved,

Thee Dust I adore On mY Sight ,

My Heart Longs The day She walked these roads,

I Recall ages Smiling I pick steps too,

Feet On Feet I go On,

My heart to skies,Her Essence and my Soul.

Even my fate at length i know,

Life seems meant for fails though,

Still This heart of mine rises to bliss ,

Heaps and bound of nothingness ,

Thanking the day,She rain on me ,

Soaked me With joy,then she flee

Ain’t Blaming the things very Done ,

Fate written forbids its undone

Since hand on hand is not my way,

I Will fight from my end till Distances decay

Though we part,but the times unknown

Let our love be like The sun and the moon

One lives ,the other dies away

But together as sky is the only way

I have called for your name in my dreams

I will long for you in heavens too.

The Pain And The Optimistic Vibe

I Was in thought, where in world i should Roam,

When my eyes witnessed the flames of my. burning Home

So do i smell the burning woods,

Caused by the Demons in hoods

I saw my loved ones crying in pain,

All their belongings went into vain.

The blood on walls is,crying for a wash,

And is still kissing the burning dark ash.

I am in fear, so i should now run,

But i lie down as, my back feels a gun

Mark my word my dear son,

Never let your pain kiss a gun

Never let your pain kiss a gun

Long way still you have to go

Hold your books and let it go

All this pain will be washed away

Soon you will find your success sway

Since you have experienced a lot pain,

All this will receive heavenly rain.

The burning house with fearfully colours

Soon Will bloom with beautiful flowers.

“Vastness ” 

I look thy high in the sky,Sadness I find in its rag.

Oh! These blue dots  align, And I’m drag

Oh! My lord how should i thank you for the universe 🌌 so vast.

                      As far as I can My glance Again,  I cast

Beautiful world, Beautiful people,so the birds

I wonders how many Animals, in their heards

A summary of what is going on in Burma:

Burma is located near China and India. There is a Muslim nation called Rohingya in Burma. They have another name, the Myanmar. The country is ruled by a Buddhist army. Muslims there represent about 10 percent of the population. Muslims there are subject to extermination and displacement.
This story is not new. This crime began a long time ago.
In 1784, a Buddhist king called “Bodawpaya” feared the spread of Islam in the region. From then on he began to persecute the Muslims. Buddhists have committed the worst crimes against them, such as burning children, killing, torture, and other forms of persecution because their only sin is that they are Muslim, nothing more!!
When the Muslims of Burma tried to escape, no Muslim country was willing to accept them. The only option they had was to die at sea or from hunger, fear, and intimidation.
Why do I tell you this painful story? Because we will be held accountable and we will be asked about our Muslim brothers tortured in a land and we did not support them!!
If someone asks me what can I do for them?! How can I help them?
I will say: It is very simple. These brothers in humanity and religion… no one knows anything about them. The media does not speak about them and their suffering.
The simplest thing you can offer them is to let others know their story and to feel their suffering. Know that all the problems you have in your life – I swear by Allah – are nothing compared to the calamitiy of the people of Burma.
They have been abandoned by the Islamic world and the human world. They resemble the people of Al-Ukhdood (Surat Al-Burooj) 
Spread their cause and make the world know it and know what is happening to them. This is a stain on the forehead of all of humanity and on the Islamic world in particular. Pray for them a lot in your prayers, in private, and at all times: that Allah removes his calamity from them and brings His anger upon the tyrant killers, and doing this is the weakest level of faith!
The Messenger of Allaah (may the peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: “The believers in their love, mercy and sympathy, towards one another are like one body, if one limb complains, the rest of the body joins it, staying up at night with a fever.” 


O oppressed people of Burma, O oppressed Muslims around the world, Allah is sufficient for us and for you, and He is the best trustee.
Oh Allah, we entrust you with our brothers everywhere.