This is a quest.

A contrast of emotions. Thousands in occurence. A trace of restlessness. The desolation in a room full of students chirping like birds. Trying to hide his pen and notebook, he does not want to be center of any attention. He just wants to be at peace. He's a battle with himself. A matter of odds, a game of feelings and empathy. He does not belong here; not in this chaos of emotions; not amidst this war; not drowning in this state of detachment. A friend talking to him, but the words aren't just getting into his ears. He isn't really focused, is he? He is somewhere else. His mind is somewhere else; a place where only the privileged ones can go; a place where only he and the peace he deserves exists.

Every night she cried herself to sleep. Every day she would be brave and face the world. There was no one to take care of her. She was in the amidst of an endless equation including depression, sadness, no happiness and so on. She was not a person who hoped, she was a person who believed. Truly. She needed somebody to fight with, somebody whom she could be clingy, witty and exasperating with. Those were long roads with no sight of light. Those were deep, dark forests with no way out. She had entrapped herself in a maze created by herself, but no way out. At least not according to her. There was no way she could get out of that dark, depressing maze or to happiness to get in. She was at such a stage, she didn't desire anything anymore. She didn't desire the colors of life. She didn't desire the happiness. She believed she couldn't be happy, little did she know what God had in store for her. All she did desire was to God to make her living easy. She didn't complain. ...

Last night I was looking into apps to download in the playstore and that's when I came across this really cool and trending app, dubsmash. I wasn't initially interested but I installed it anyway. I made an account and then, made a dubsmash video. Then two, then three and eventually I stopped at ten. Why was it so addictive? Why did it seem so cool? Why would I not stop? Why is everyone using and wasting their times on it? Why? It wasn't that easy, but yet I was using it and getting quite some results, why? Because it seemed cool. Because everyone is using it and it's trending. It wasn't easy, but the fact that everyone is doing it made it fairly easy. There was no actual attraction, except people. We do things we think as cool. We do things people interpret as cool. We do things that'd make us popular. We won't do things that actually matter. Things that actually count. Think.

The night was quiet. Not peaceful, just quiet, filled with some Faiz Ahmed Faiz poetry and it was progressing quite slowly but nicely. He didn't know what was in store for him this particular night, it all seemed like a normal one, except she was away. She had been away for the whole day and he didn't have a single thing to do. But that isn't true at all, he had a million things to do. He could have watched a tv show, a movie or could have read a book. It could have all been a very good timepass for anybody, but not him this particular night. His brain couldn't seem to function properly and he wasn't ready to accept the fact that it was because of her. Wait, I need a coke to continue, let me just get it and I will be right back. Okay, so I didn't have a chilled coke, so got a Mountain Dew inside. So yeah, where were we..? Yes, his brain couldn't seem to function. His body was craving, and his heart missing. The lights were off, the gates were locked, ...

Woh jiski deed mein laakhoun masarratein pinhaan Woh husn jiski tamanna mein jannat pinhaan. Hazaar fitney tah-e-paa-e-naaz khaak-e-nasheen Har eik nigaah khumar-e-shabaab se rangeen. Shabaab jis se takhaiyul pe bijliyaan barsein Waqaar jiski rafaqat kou shokhiyaan tarsey. Ada-e-laghzisheiy paa par qyamatein qurbaan Bayaz-e-rukh sey sahar ki sabahatein qurbaan. Siyaah zulfoun mein badaaon sa nikhatoun ka hujoom Taweel raatoun ki khwabeedah raahatoun ka hujoom. Vo aankh jiski banaun pe khaliq dey raae Zabaan shair kou tareef kartey sharmaae. Gudaaz jism qaba jispe saj ke naaz karey Daraaz qad jisey sarw-e-sahi namaz karey. Kisi zamaney mein is rah-guzar sey guzraa thaa Ba-sad guroor-o-tajammul idhar sey guzraa thaa. Aur ab ye raah guzar bhi hai dilfareb-o-haseen Hai uski khaak mein kaife sharab-e-sair makeen. Hawa mein shokhi-e-raftaar ki addaen hain Faza mein narmi-e-guftaar ki sadaen hain. Garaz vo husn is raah ka juzu-e-manzar hai Neyaaz-e-ishq kou eik...

My eyes hurt. My body aches. My heart craves. My brain begs me to turn it off but I can't. Why? You. That's why. I miss you. I have forgot how to write, what to write, but this one's for you. I wouldn't have returned but I have, this one's for you. This is my limit, my body and my soul's limit. I know I have ruined a lot of things I shouldn't have. Words I shouldn't have said. On an average day a year ago, I would just have dropped into the bed and drowned in sleep, lots of it but now I can't. My soul craves for you at a rate more than a hummingbird's heartbeat which by the way is very fast. I want you to return now. I think I 'need' you. I have never went to such an extent that I ever used the word 'need' for a person but now I do and I am not even doubtful. 

Speeding up my Alto on the University Road, I was driving up to my best friend's home. It was just another day, when the weather started shifting gears. It got a bit cloudy, but nothing spectacular, but of course it didn't need to be. What mattered was that I was going to meet my best friend. I drove to his home and reached in ten minutes. He came out, we hugged each other. Just another beautiful meeting. We decided not to sit at home at once and to drive to another good friend of ours who unfortunately wasn't available. Halfway to that other friend's home, he told us he was out of city so we couldn't go to him. We decided not to go home, just drive and drive to the outskirts of the city. It wasn't peaceful for the usual naked eye, at all. It was all dusty, and awfully busy, the road. There was nothing peaceful as of yet but what was about to follow was kind of spectacular. I was driving and he was sitting aside. We both were having drinks. It was like a dream ...