Black Lotus

Common sense (noun) good sense and sound judgement in practical matters. #streetsmart Everything you need to know to navigate your life or as the internet calls it ‘Adulting’ are derivatives of a lot of Common Sense and a hell lot of Practical Skills .  Believe it or not, Common Sense can be taught, and Practical Skills can be learned. You need to learn as much common sense or wisdom as soon as possible. Which should be complimented heavily with a lot of, different, Practical Skills. A huge portion of such ability is directly based upon your knowledge of how things work. How things work, works to inspire you to be able to find a new and novel way around roadblocks, bottlenecks, and problems. [Note: For a saturated situation makeshift solutions work wonders but they are bound to collapse the moment there is growth in the market.] Your solutions need to grow faster than the speed at which problems crop up in life. So what should you do? To go ahead from where ever you ar...

"Who was she?" "Everything nice amidst all of my chaos. Let's leave it at that now." He replied. "No please tell me!" She begged. "Well.. she was everything right to my everything wrong... What?" "Lame ass that literally sounds like a ripoff from a highway bookstores' quote card." She smirked. 'Sigh.' he took a drag from his half done cigarette and continued "She.. she was my mane. She was the light in my dark. She was the truth in disguise. She was the fire in the circus. The love of my life. She was the fleeting spark off of a Flint. She was the polarity to my extremes. She was what no one else could ever be. She was what I needed but didn't deserve. She was what I had when I lost it all. She was there when no one was. She was the spirit of my life. She was the twist to my plots-" She interrupted "hey! but, wait, why is it that you seem to be narrating a past experience?" She wondered "Whe...

"Why? Why does it have to be him? Why does it always have to be him? You always bleed. Weep. Break. Fall and die only for him!?" He asked her his last few words almost incoherent. "Nahi Pappa..." Her voice trailed off. She couldn't control her tears that fell in spite of no clear reason why. She ran up to her bedroom slammed the door shut. But this time it wasn't only the frame that creaked. Or only the adjacent glass vase to the door that broke. She fell. Shattered. Scattered in all the right places for all the wrong reasons. For someone who literally did nothing to deserve it. And as she pulled up her sleeve and slit her wrist, at least the tally was complete. As she wondered herself as well; 'why him?'. ~A n excerpt from a book I'll probably never write by Mudassir Mohsin Jowher mudassirjowher@gmail.com facebook.com/mr.jowher instagram.com/mudassirmohsin

Not all stories are made in heaven. Some of them just tend to happen. At a roadside stall in windy summers, was when I met Huraira. Luckily it wasn't humid nor did I live with someone else. So it was quite easy for me to get her into my apartment. She walked a little tipsy. Upon inspection, I saw bruises on her feet. She was still ill and now in a worse state since I met her on the road, due to travel. I had to tend to her wounds several times. She'd whimper each time I cleaned the wounds.  I'd left her in the house and gone to work, hoping to avoid confrontation once she woke up. Sure enough by the time I came back, she woke up but, didn't leave. Strangely though I couldn't get myself to question. She was just curious that way. I didn't speak to her. Just walked in got on about my things pretending to not see her. Eventually, she got up and came up and sat beside me. I was just wondering something and the next thing I know she closes my laptop. I stare at ...

Few and faithful,  to as many as possible.  Just a pebble's footprint,  on the windy shores,  of sands of time..  I just want to,  hold my hands in joy as I,  love as many people as I  can. For baby life's precious and time is less; And things in this world aren't meant to last.  I flesh out lines, and draw out my words. For people who'd just care to listen. I bring out fires, and reign in my words. For people who'd just care to enliven. Deep down a calm,  breeze as I try to Stay focused. And explode in glee while we're still here. For time here's fixed. And our minds are jinxed. I just hope I can leave here. Leave here in peace. Leaving here at ease. Knowing that I did my best. And did no bad to, my nest. So that when the time does come for me. And I can't be a pebble, I'll bear my boulder. For on the other side I'll have my friends and aides. Standing with me as we make it big. Standing with me while we mak...

I hope one day as you look in the mirror. You like what you see. The reflection in the glass, as you gaze at the rainbow, smiles at you.  You pick up your books and flaunt them around. You pin your favorite poems on the fridge. You wake up at night, only to have more ice cream. And you only feel numb by a brain freeze. You only feel cold in the snow.  I hope you let your soul graze as you grow. I wish you live a life of peace. Tell tales of inspiration.  You became what you need. All your wants in your reach. I hope you are at peace with what you achieve. Also, like what you dream at night.  I sincerely hope that every time you look at your scars, you feel proud. The undying courage frothing through your visage. That contagious aura of wisdom always guiding.  One day, you snuggle in your spot with a book and coffee, clad in a comfy blanket.  All your thoughts organized. I wish you see the beauty in yourself, you now deny. I hope one day you are able to for...