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Monday, 20 July 2026

From Innocence to Responsibility ۔۔۔۔ AKSHR




From Innocence to Responsibility

When I was a child, I spoke like a child, ate like a child, walked like a child and thought like a child. Now that I’m an adult it’s only logical that I should speak responsibly, eat responsibly, walk responsibly and think responsibly to avoid hurting myself and others.


Childhood is a season of discovery. It is a time when curiosity outruns caution, imagination triumphs over experience, and mistakes become stepping stones rather than permanent scars. A child learns by touching, asking, stumbling, laughing, and trying again. Society not only accepts these imperfections but celebrates them because they are natural milestones of growth.

Yet growing older is not merely a matter of adding years to one's life. It is about adding wisdom to one's choices. Physical maturity without emotional or moral maturity leaves a person trapped in an adult body with childish habits. True adulthood begins when we realize that our actions have consequences—not only for ourselves but also for everyone around us.

Responsible speech is perhaps the first sign of maturity. Children often say whatever comes to mind without understanding the weight of words. Adults, however, are expected to know that words can heal or wound, unite or divide, encourage or discourage. A responsible person chooses truth over gossip, kindness over cruelty, and dialogue over conflict. Speaking responsibly does not mean remaining silent; it means speaking with thought, compassion, and respect.

Eating responsibly extends beyond choosing healthy food. It reflects self-control, gratitude, and awareness. Modern lifestyles often tempt people into excess, waste, and unhealthy habits. Responsible eating means nourishing the body rather than merely satisfying temporary cravings. It also means recognizing the environmental and ethical impact of our consumption.

Walking responsibly symbolizes the direction we choose in life. Every journey begins with a single step, but every step also leaves a footprint. We walk responsibly when we obey laws, respect public spaces, care for nature, and move through society without trampling on the rights or dignity of others. Responsible walking is both literal and metaphorical—it represents living a life guided by integrity.

Thinking responsibly may be the highest form of maturity. In an age flooded with information, opinions, and misinformation, responsible thinking requires critical judgment. It demands that we verify before believing, understand before judging, and reflect before acting. Mature thinking replaces prejudice with empathy and impulsiveness with wisdom.

Responsibility is not a burden imposed by society; it is the natural outcome of growth. Just as a tree bears fruit when it matures, a human being bears responsibility. Freedom without responsibility becomes recklessness, while responsibility gives freedom its true meaning.

Adults also serve as role models. Children imitate far more than they obey. They watch how adults speak, resolve disagreements, treat strangers, and respond to adversity. Every responsible action quietly teaches the next generation how to live. Thus, maturity is never a private achievement; it becomes a public example.

No one becomes perfectly responsible overnight. Every adult still carries a child within—a child who dreams, laughs, and wonders. The goal is not to erase that inner child but to guide it with wisdom. Curiosity should remain, but it should be accompanied by discernment. Joy should remain, but it should be balanced with empathy. Confidence should remain, but it should be tempered with humility.

Ultimately, adulthood is less about age than about accountability. To speak responsibly, eat responsibly, walk responsibly, and think responsibly is to honor both ourselves and those whose lives intersect with ours. Such maturity creates safer families, stronger communities, and a more compassionate world.

Growing up, therefore, is not about losing childhood—it is about transforming innocence into responsibility and freedom into wisdom.




شکرگزاری اور وسائل کی قدر ... اکشر



شکرگزاری اور وسائل کی قدر

ذمہ داری سے کھانا صرف صحت مند غذا اختیار کرنا نہیں بلکہ اعتدال، شکرگزاری اور وسائل کی قدر کرنا بھی ہے۔ دنیا میں کروڑوں لوگ ایسے ہیں جو دو وقت کی روٹی کے لیے ترستے ہیں۔ ایسے میں خوراک کا ضیاع صرف بے احتیاطی نہیں بلکہ ایک اخلاقی مسئلہ بھی ہے۔ ذمہ دار انسان اتنا ہی لیتا ہے جتنی اسے ضرورت ہو اور اللہ کی نعمتوں کی قدر کرتا ہے۔


Sunday, 19 July 2026

The Measure of Growing Up .... AKSHR

 


The Measure of Growing Up

Once I chased the butterflies
With pockets full of dreams;
The world was painted without lines,
Or careful, measured schemes.

I laughed before I learned of loss,
I cried and then forgot;
Tomorrow was a distant word,
Today was all I sought.

I spoke whatever crossed my mind,
Like rivers to the sea;
I never weighed the strength of words,
Or what they came to be.

I walked with fearless, hurried feet,
On roads both rough and wild;
The earth forgave each reckless step—
I simply was a child.

I ate with hunger, slept with peace,
Found treasure in the rain;
A cardboard box became a ship,
A puddle, an ocean's plain.

But seasons turned with silent grace,
And time became my guide;
The mirror showed an older face,
With deeper worlds inside.

Now every word I choose to speak
May build or break a heart;
A gentle phrase can light a soul,
A careless one can part.

Now every meal upon my plate
Reminds me life is shared;
With gratitude I take my bread,
For many have been spared.

Now every path beneath my feet
Invites a thoughtful pace;
For every footprint that I leave
May shape another's place.

Now every thought must earn its wings
Before it's free to fly;
For wisdom questions every truth,
And asks the reason why.

Yet may I never lose the child
Who danced beneath the sky;
Whose wonder made the ordinary
Teach the heart to fly.

Let innocence become my light,
Responsibility my art;
Let wisdom guide my aging mind,
And kindness rule my heart.

For growing up is not the end
Of laughter, hope, or play;
It's learning how to carry love
In everything we say.

To speak with care, to think with grace,
To walk the truthful way;
To live so others rise with us—
That is adulthood's day.

And if one child should watch my life
To learn what grown-ups do,
May every choice I make declare:
Be kind, be wise, be true.

 


Friday, 17 July 2026

عجب اک رنگ کا طوفان برسا ... اکشر

 

عجب اک رنگ کا طوفان برسا

عجب اک رنگ کا طوفان برسا،
زمین پر نور کا باران برسا۔

ہر اک قطرہ بنا منشورِ روشن،
شفق کا آج ہر ارمان برسا۔

پرندے چہچہائے، پیڑ جومے،
فضائے دشت پر فیضان برسا۔

خدا کی بزمِ قدرت کھل گئی یوں،
نظارہ دیکھ کر انسان برسا۔

مٹی تھی دھوپ کی آمیزش ایسی،
سمجھ لو عرش سے عرفان برسا۔



Thursday, 16 July 2026

وري ياد تنهنجي آئي ... اڪشر



غزل

وري ياد تنهنجي آئي، دل اداس ٿي وئي

خاموش رات ۾ هر ساهه پرياس ٿي وئي


تنهنجي نالي جي خوشبو هوا ۾ گهمي وئي

هر ويران گهڙي اوچتو خاص ٿي وئي

 

چنڊ کي ڏسي تنهنجو چهرو ياد اچي ويو

رات جي چادر به اڄ بي لباس ٿي وئي

 

دل جي ڪتاب ۾ تنهنجا ورق اڃا کليل آهن

وقت جي ڌوڙ به انهن تي بي اثر ٿي وئي

 

وڇوڙي جي راهه ۾ ڪيترا موسمون گذري ويون

پر تنهنجي ياد هر موسم جي ساهه ٿي وئي

 

هاڻي نه تون آهين، نه تنهنجي آواز جي گونج

پر تنهنجي ياد منهنجي دل جي آس ٿي وئي 

Wednesday, 15 July 2026

میں کوئی تراشا ہوا بت نہیں .... اکشر

 


میں کوئی تراشا ہوا بت نہیں

سنو!
مجھے سنگِ مرمر کی اس اونچی مصلحت پر مت سجاؤ
جہاں سانس لینا بھی گناہ ہو،
اور پلکیں جھکانا ہی عبادت ٹھہرے۔

میں صدیوں کی اس خاموش کہانی سے بیزار ہوں
جس میں ہر صفحے پر میری قربانی کا جشن منایا گیا،
اور میری سسکیاں تمہارے عروض میں دب گئیں۔

میں ادھوری ہوں،
میں خواب دیکھتی ہوں تو حد سے گزر جاتی ہوں،
میں غصے میں ہوں تو میری آواز میں بجلیاں کڑکتی ہیں،
میرے اندر ایک گہرا، تاریک طوفان بھی ہے
اور ایک خود غرض دھڑکن بھی۔

تم نے مجھے "صبر کا پیکر" لکھا،
لیکن میں نے اپنے ناخنوں سے اس مٹی کو کھریدا ہے،
جہاں میری آرزوئیں دفن تھیں۔
میری ہنسی بے باک ہے،
میرا رونے کا کوئی وقت مقرر نہیں۔

میں وہ چینی کا برتن نہیں
جسے ذرا سی ٹھیس سے بچا کر رکھا جائے،
میں تو وہ کچی مٹی ہوں
جس میں دراڑیں بھی ہیں، اور زندگی کی نمی بھی۔

ہاں، میں خطا کار ہوں،
میں تمہاری کتابوں کے سیدھے راستوں سے بھٹکنے والی عورت ہوں،
میں اپنے داغوں کو چھپاتی نہیں،
انہیں زیور کی طرح پہنتی ہوں۔

کیونکہ ان دراڑیں کے پار ہی سے
میری اصل طاقت کا دریا بہتا ہے،
میں مکمل ہو کر مرنا نہیں چاہتی،
میں اپنے ادھورے پن کے ساتھ،
آزاد جینا چاہتی ہوں!