Monday, August 17, 2015

Conquering the Blank Page: My Journey to Defeat Writer's Block

For months, an invisible force field blocked my writing. Excuses piled up like a mental barricade, preventing me from putting pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard, as it is these days). A Google search revealed the culprit: writer's block. The surprising truth? Even the most renowned writers face this foe.

While I may not be a literary giant, the struggle to write resonated deeply. My usual reports and research documents, though valuable, lacked the spark of creative expression. Determined to break free, I delved into resources like the inspiring "500 Words Daily" blog. The idea of writing freely, without the burden of perfection, resonated. So, with a deep breath, I set a goal: 5,000 unedited words a day for the next thirty days.

Even writing this post wasn't easy. The perfectionist in me reared its head. But here's the key – the pressure to craft a flawless masterpiece is the real block. Embracing the freedom to write without editing has been a breath of fresh air.

The beautiful pictures scattered throughout this piece hold a deeper meaning. They were captured by dear friends, reminders of the joy and serenity that enrich my life. Finding peaceful moments for self-reflection is crucial. It's in that quiet space that confusion clears and clarity emerges. Clarity – the missing piece I needed to tackle any topic, no matter how daunting.

Today marks the beginning of my fight against writer's block. With dedication and these daily writing exercises, I'm determined to hone my skills and silence the inner critic. Join me on this journey, and together, let's conquer the blank page!

اڄ جي ڳالهـ

چاهي انسان اعلان ڪندو وتي يا ساري عمر ان کي راز رکي
جيڪا شئي  ان جي ڪمزوري ٿي ويندي آهي اها ئي ان جي 
ناڪاميء جو باعث بڻبي آهي



Friday, July 31, 2015

If This Is a Man!

If This Is a Man By Primo Levi

Primo Levi
You who live safe
In your warm houses,
You who find, returning in the evening,
Hot food and friendly faces:
Consider if this is a man
Who works in the mud,
Who does not know peace,
Who fights for a scrap of bread,
Who dies because of a yes or a no.
Consider if this is a woman
Without hair and without name,
With no more strength to remember,
Her eyes empty and her womb cold
Like a frog in winter.

Meditate that this came about:
commend these words to you.
Carve them in your hearts
At home, in the street,
Going to bed, rising;
Repeat them to your children.
Or may your house fall apart,
May illness impede you,
May your children turn their faces from you.



Thursday, October 24, 2013

هِنَ جنم هُنَ جنم ....... اسحاق تنيو

هِنَ جنم، هُنَ جنم لاءِ وچن ٿو ڪيان،
مان جتي ڀي هجان، سنڌ تنهنجو هجان!

ڪين ڪوسو لڳي واءُ توکي ڪڏهن،
تنهنجا دشمن ڏسان، ڪنڌ تن جا ڪپيان!

جنگ جوٽي آ جن سنڌ جي سورمن،
بيت، وايون، غزال، گيت تن لاءِ لکان!

 تنهنجي کيتن مان خوشبو ايندي رهي،
انب لايون لئيون، سڀ مان سايون ڏسان!

شاهـ سامي سچل، جنهن لاءِ دعاڳو اسحاق،
تنهنجو ٿر بر وسي، سائو ٿئي ڪوهستان!

هِنَ جنم، هُنَ جنم لاءِ وچن ٿو ڪيان،
مان جتي ڀي هجان، سنڌ تنهنجو هجان!


Tuesday, October 22, 2013

ٻي خبر ناهي.......... شيخ اياز



ٻي خبر ناهي پر مرڻ کانپوِ، توسان گڏجڻ جون حسرتون رهنديون
جان ۾ جان رهي منهنجي اکڙين جون عادتون رهنديون
زندگي تلخ آ، هجي تـ هجي. روح ۾ سو ملاهتون رهنديون
سرحدِ غم قريب آ اي دوست، ساٿ ڪيسين محبتون رهنديون
تنهنجي پهلوءَ ۾ ڪيسيتائين دوست، ابن آدم جون جنتون رهنديون

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