My Sister

The night was lonely
I missed my friend

I looked around
But no one was found...

I looked at the photo frame
I saw her smiling face :)

I remembered the li’l hands
when I held them...

The feeling of being elder
To responsibilities to cater

And all the giggles we shared
And the rhymes we hummed together

And the shrilled screams of winning pillow fights
And the secrets of our childhood times!!!

The sharing of cupboards to games of boards
Having same crushes to topping the Classes in Boards!!!

Running and dancing
Throwing away time...

I miss the the days with you, O sister of mine!
For, you are my first Friend and a person so fine!

The conspiracies and plans and dreams that we shared like wine
Some of which have been coloured so bright, we see them shine :)

I thank My God for giving me a gift so beautiful
I pray you be blessed always for you are the angel of mine!

Mood Swings

Swinging left...
Swinging right...

Swinging far right...
then Swinging far left...

O! This mood swing of mine!

Confusing my head like
Riding high on some extremely fast ride!

I am trying to hold myself tight
but to-and-fro gushing thoughts don’t let me stabilize

I then suddenly come to a halt
but the inertia doesn't let me stop at all!

“Yes this is right, but Why is this right?
It ought to be definitely wrong!!

If it is wrong and I know it is wrong then who is right?

Yes, I am right!”

Someone Stop!
Stop!
Stop these thoughts with a big sized full-stop!

Burdening my head, my soul and my goal
These doubts and undue swings of mood!

I don’t require a ride, Thank you!

Try someone weak oh you creepy swings of mood.

You make me mad and sad and act so retarded
Half the people I know then treat me in ways alienated!

The Latin you teach me, O! churlish mood swing
Is something I fail to recall when I am the normal angel with naive wings!

You are so weird, I feel awful after you stabilize
You are like a rhyme which some witches use to mesmerise!

You are black and dark and take my glow
Mood swings! I hate you!

Next time when you try to see me
let me tell you, right in your face

I am not a kid anymore
to ride on your witches’ swings and rides that give me wounds so sore

I know you are sickening, so dare not bother me any time
O you dirty Mood swing..
I hope my words are well defined… :)

Sadaf Khurshid Photography

Rusted Mast

We grow up!
We grey up!

All those rosy lanes,
Become a part of rain

The memories are vast,
Amidst the rusted mast

The life keeps going,
Like a sail-boat sailing

The winds determine our directions,
far we move from our affections

To touch the waves high,
Slowly that of which fade out of sight

I always end up meeting myself,
the one who questions me of my Self!

Why didn’t you do this and did that?
Why was there always a hidden want in ‘that’?

I don’t know what to answer
for Life is a huge wander!!!

The place where I belong today
Is where I was destined to be anyway

Be this or that or want or desire,
what still remains in that Fire

Up the stream I might reach the shore,
the ‘Shore’ which I was born to reach!

The place which would calm the fire, answer to me self
of all this, that and wants of my self!

I pity you.

You lied to me all the time,

You played around every time!

I sometimes wonder why did God create you?

You are such a messed up jerk I pity you.

The way you left me crying lonely at nights,
I kept waiting but you never replied!
The new girl you hang around with may be fine,

But remember you will be punished for playing with my soul divine!

Oh yeah! I sometimes wonder why did God create you?

You are such a messed up jerk I pity you.

They say love is to accept the other with its flaws,

But who said to love the one who can keep you at his paws!
Oh you beastly creature I wonder most of the times,
You are a mean, deadly Viper who should be left alone all times!

And so, I sometimes wonder why did God create you?

You are such a messed up jerk I pity you.

I wasted emotions on your sickening stories,
Solving problems and issues for your glory!
But enslaved me to be an African slave,
But you know you were powered by my hopeless love!

The reason I sometimes wonder why did God create you?

You are such a messed up jerk I pity you.

Colours of your Soul!

Why are you so scared of being ignored?
Does it bring your vulnerable side to burn the sores?

The selves you want to hide
So that no one may take it for a ride!

Why so much of fright?
Why so much of lack of might?

Why are people so beastly?
Why do they want to hurt other’s wounds so keenly?

Why then this pitiful side of yours weakens you?
Why can’t you fight those fears of yours to strengthen you?

You are the butterfly with the flair,
Crisp and Fair and colours to glare

Crossing all stages with pride,
For the end will surely be bright!

For the purity at heart and soul
The efforts of such a flawless soul would never miss a goal!

And when we shall all stand answerable to the Almighty,
then these colours of your soul would be a paradigm to a million solus!

-ine!

Wide open are the paths divine

Narrowly close are we to reach our destination fine

Mesmerized by the happiness and attitude so fine

Rhyming are the words of mine

The lonely heart which used to pine

Is glad to be with a soul so purely refined

Why didn’t this seem before the destined time?

May be there were many people in my sight’s line

But today when I am seeing the signs

I am glad to know all this time you were mine!

Meet RJ Khusroo!

Sometimes people just want to speak their hearts out and we don't know where and how to do that.

I'm not a great writer or a story teller but I did say I am a good Orator!
(PAUSE)
Aloha!! Friends…

I think my article on me-self should speak much about me in a modest manner! ;)

We all know blogs are meant for a soul who wants to speak and all souls speak and portray themselves in various forms. Photographers capture the innate beauty of moments in their cameras. Painters in their art forms and colours chosen for depiction!

All forms, concepts, colours, visualizations speak of the artist in their own unique way!
That is what life is about-‘UNIQUENESS’.

All forms of art are beautiful and different; they NEVER match with someone else’s work. Only if your frequency matches with the work of the artist, you are able to appreciate it. Oh yes ‘Frequency’ which determines our friends, partners and soul mates. Hence proved (in mathematics style) that physics concept of resonance is not just limited to light and sound, it matches with souls.

‘Interesting’ as it may sound to the ears and prettier to the eyes that are reading this, right now!


I wish we knew who was the one particular being, in wait for whom we err so many times and still never lose hope that he/she would come. The right moment with the right person at the right time in the right manner, aww..sounds so very Magical and pure!

Didn't that thought make you smile? I'm sure it did!

“We bind ourselves into some circles created by one’s own self and feel disappointed,” someone said to me once, I wasn’t able to understand then but now I know it is true for almost anyone including the Bohemians, the Bedouins, the Gypsies!
All of us make a sect, a border, a thought process in short a circle around them and then they are happy sometimes because of it and sometimes feel caught in it!
Truly people define their life paths and free thinking is totally accepted these days.  But I am not sure how many of you would agree to this that ‘Free thinking’ can be lethal.
It can be as harmful as much as bountiful it has been considered!

Well as the general understanding says, it is up to us to decide if submission to our own desires makes us slaves of one’s self or we rather make those lines straight which don’t let us enter the bizarre destruction! Awaiting us.

So, CONTROL you little brain and tame your self to be subtle.

Oh well!! That is who I am, SADAF KHURSHID. Learning to tame myself and enlighten my soul!
Having a Persian name meaning pearl, chosen by my parents, and depicting me completely! I did speak endlessly if I found someone with whom my ‘Frequency’ matched! Singing, dancing, shouting, planning, teaching, reading, switching and mostly painting are a few tasks that brighten up my eyes and bring satisfaction to my smile. For me, expressing myself is mostly by my talks!
Live life your way as time gone by NEVER comes back is what I believe in. It is my mantra to be Happy. I love people who are natural, SHOW OFFs just ruins my behavior towards them. BEWARE!
And yes never challenge my head as the consequences can be worse than expected.

More to come soon.
Love ya Readers!
RJ Khusroo