My favorite Author

I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.

Jorge Luis Borges

Random thoughts

It was not best of times,it was worst worst worst of times.

Clock was striking twelve.In the small town of Punjab while everyone was sleeping i was struggling with my poor soul.I was feeling dead inside.My soul is just sick,i am homesick for a place i am not sure even exist.i want to cry,but i am not able to cry.

Sometimes you want to cry so loudly that you want GOD to hear you.But i am wondering if HE is listening me.

instead of crying and wondering about my existence i just picked up my pen.Nothing good ever came out of the tip of this pen.But this pen has stories to share with you,with all those people suffering from pain,worries depression problems,all of you struggling in silence,I want to tell you are not alone here.Every trouble,sadness,disturbance has a reason to tell that this world isn’t permanent place to live.You have a purpose here and you have to find that.Your problem your agitation is your wake up calls,every little thing is alarming you just get up,there are bundle of reasons to be happy. The reason behind writing this bad piece is my pain,my pain forced me to put my words my thoughts on paper,but i think i can never write yet i am afraid if my voice couldn’t reach to someone who is going through the same problem and it will be bury with me forever,So no matter how bad i am in writing,i will write.

I have this little reason to be happy today.

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

''I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings''
is a 1969 autobiography about the early years of American writer and poet Maya Angelou. The first in a seven-volume series, it is a coming age of story that illustrates how strength of character and a love of literature can help overcome racism and trauma .The book begins when three-year-old Maya and her older brother are sent to Stamps, Arkansas, to live with their grandmother and ends when Maya becomes a mother at the age of 16. In the course of Caged Bird, Maya transforms from a victim of racism with an inferiority complex into a self-possessed, dignified young woman capable of responding to prejudice.

Caged Bird

A free bird leaps 

on the back of the wind   

and floats downstream   

till the current ends 

and dips his wing 

in the orange sun rays 

and dares to claim the sky. 

But a bird that stalks 

down his narrow cage 

can seldom see through 

his bars of rage 

his wings are clipped and   

his feet are tied 

so he opens his throat to sing. 

The caged bird sings   

with a fearful trill   

of things unknown   

but longed for still   

and his tune is heard   

on the distant hill   

for the caged bird   

sings of freedom. 

The free bird thinks of another breeze 

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees 

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn 

and he names the sky his own 

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams   

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream   

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied   

so he opens his throat to sing. 

The caged bird sings   

with a fearful trill   

of things unknown   

but longed for still   

and his tune is heard   

on the distant hill   

for the caged bird   

sings of freedom.

MAYA ANGELOU

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

My favorite quotes from the book'' A thousands Splendid Suns

1)Like a compass needle that points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman.


2)There is only one, only one skill a woman like you and me needs in life, and they don’t teach it in school . . . Only one skill. And it’s this: tahamul. Endure . . . It’s our lot in life, Mariam. Women like us. We endure. It’s all we have. Do you understand?


3)Babi tells Lalila that education of women is important, because, “society has no chance of success if its women are uneducated, Laila. No chance.



4)All day two lines of a poem by Saib-e-Tabrizi, about the city have been bouncing around in Babi’s head, “One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, / Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.


5)Why have you pinned your little heart to an old, ugly hag like me?” She murmurs into Aziza’s hair. “Huh? I am a nobody, don’t you see? A dehati. What have I got to give you?


6)Mariam thinks about all the seasons that have come and gone. She has passed those years in a distant corner of her mind. A dry, barren field, out beyond wish and lament, beyond dream and disillusionment. There the future had never mattered.

''My top ten favorite quotes about reading''

1)

I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading. How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! -- When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen

2)

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

3)

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.” 
 J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye 

4)There is no friend as loyal as a book.  — Ernest Hemingway

5)Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.” 

 Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

6)

Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author's words reverberating in your head.” 
 Paul Auster, 

7) I read a book one day and my whole life was changed.” 
Orhan Pamuk

8)When I get a little money, I buy books. If any is left, I buy food and clothes.” — Erasmus

9)For my whole life, my favorite activity was reading. It's not the most social pastime.” 

Audrey Hepburn 

10)

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

Haruki Murakami