Distant roads are ahead of me. I long to meet you. The wait never really ends.  Schopenhauer – flitting between being hopeful and desperate never really ends. I am in search of “the best minds of my generation.” Those that howl in madness.  They do math or write poetry. And wonder why the hate never really ends. Should we assemble words to last, or does function singularly dictate form? And does beauty really matter? This ancient debate never really ends. A tale of the human condition: “Iztiraab” and “Ennui”, words in Urdu and French,  are used in poetic claims that … Continue reading The wait never really ends

رات کے وسط میں اکیلے پن کا احساسمحبت کا اظہار دوری کے باوجود ،ارادے،  وسوسے، خوفمستقبل اور  ماضی ،انسانیت، بشریت، حکمت،کتابیں،  آزاد خیالاتفلسفہ اور بے نیازی مجھے نہیں معلوم جنت کی حقیقتمجھے نہیں میسر حقیقت کی جنت لباس مجاز ہے بھی کیا؟کوئی غیبی راز ہے بھی کیا؟ Continue reading وسط رات

A river lets go of itsheaviest burdens first.Das Schwerste Gewicht –first boulders, then cobbles.Then pebbles and sand –some of which compactsinto sedimentary rock. A river’s passage is a testamentto the passage of geological time.Well before historical time – the stint of humans –began. I was recently tolda rock becomes a stonewhen a human touches it. I recall Milosz:“Rivers grow small.Cities grow small.”Slowly they disappear.Stones weather down and – with their remnants transported –are eventually turned backinto rocks. Continue reading The Passage of Time

We frequently changethe city we live in.We change where we liveand how we live.We change. Time zones change.Time delivers us blows.But time also delivers us. We struggle to make new friends.And struggle to maintainold friendships. Relocating is a hassle.But settling down – for good –is not an option. It seems the cost of living changesbut the costs of life don’t. Continue reading Relocating

Water Cycle Water’s grand journey,the winding flow – fast and slow,ends where it began. Milankovitch’s Slow Ride Earth wobbles and tilts –this roller coaster goes ineccentric circles. A Climate of Uncertainty We do not know yethow the future will unfold,but we do prepare. Continue reading Three haikus for Earth