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Friday, 10 April 2026

A Homeless Man Died of Hunger While Food Was Served at His Funeral .... AKSHR

 


A Homeless Man Died of Hunger While Food Was Served at His Funeral

There is a quiet cruelty hidden inside many societies: people often realize the value of a human life only after it has ended. The tragedy becomes even more painful when a person dies from hunger while food later appears in abundance at their funeral.

Imagine a homeless man living on the margins of society. Day after day he walks through crowded streets where restaurants overflow with meals and houses glow with the comfort of dinner tables. Yet for him, survival is uncertain. His hunger is not only a physical condition but also a symbol of neglect. People pass by him, some with pity, some with indifference, but very few stop to ask whether he has eaten.

One day, his struggle ends—not because the world became kinder, but because his body could no longer fight starvation. The homeless man dies quietly, unnoticed by the same society that surrounded him every day.

Ironically, when people learn of his death, sympathy awakens. A funeral is arranged. Friends, neighbors, and distant acquaintances gather. Plates of food are prepared and shared among the attendees. There is prayer, conversation, and expressions of regret.

But the painful irony remains: the man who needed food the most is no longer there to eat it.

This situation reveals a deep contradiction in human behavior. We often perform acts of kindness publicly but fail to show simple compassion privately. Feeding someone when they are alive requires awareness, empathy, and responsibility. Feeding people at a funeral, however, is easier—it becomes part of tradition rather than a conscious act of mercy.

The story of the homeless man reminds us that compassion delayed is compassion denied. True humanity is not measured by the rituals we perform after someone dies but by the care we offer while they are still alive.

A single loaf of bread at the right moment can save a life. A thousand dishes at a funeral cannot.

If society wishes to honor the dead, it must first learn how to care for the living.


Thursday, 9 April 2026

ہر طرف بس تمہارا ہی جمال آتا ہے ... SHAFAK

 



غزل

دل میں ہر وقت تمہارا ہی خیال آتا ہے
یوں لگے جیسے مجھے تم سے وصال آتا ہے

صبح ہوتی ہے تو تم یاد چلے آتے ہو
شام ڈھلتی ہے تو پھر وہی سوال آتا ہے

کوئی لمحہ بھی تمہارے بنا خالی نہ رہا
ہر طرف بس تمہارا ہی جمال آتا ہے

دور رہ کر بھی تم اتنے مرے دل میں ہو
ہر خیالوں میں تمہارا ہی خیال آتا ہے

یہ محبت کی حقیقت ہے کہ اے دل والے
ہر گھڑی اس کو کسی کا ہی خیال آتا ہے


“Feeding the World Is Cheaper Than Bombing It” --- AKSHR

 



 “Feeding the World Is Cheaper Than Bombing It”

The world often measures strength in weapons, military budgets, and destructive power. Yet, when we look closely at human priorities, a striking truth emerges: feeding the hungry is far less expensive than waging war.

Military conflicts consume trillions of dollars globally—funds used for bombs, missiles, aircraft, and defense systems. Meanwhile, hunger still affects millions of people every day. The paradox is painful: humanity can afford destruction at enormous cost, but struggles to ensure basic nourishment for all.

Feeding the world requires investment in agriculture, food distribution, infrastructure, and fair economic systems. These are not luxuries—they are practical, achievable goals. Studies repeatedly show that a fraction of global military spending could eliminate extreme hunger.

War destroys not only lives but also farmland, supply chains, and future generations. In contrast, food creates stability, peace, and productivity. A well-fed society is less likely to fall into conflict, making food security a foundation of global peace.

Thus, the real question is not whether we can afford to feed everyone—but why we continue to afford war more easily than humanity.


Wednesday, 8 April 2026

جوڑنے کا ہنر سیکھ جائیں۔ AKSHR

 




طویل نظم

زبان نرم سی شے ہے
کوئی ہڈی نہیں اس میں
مگر یہ تلوار بھی بن جاتی ہے
اور مرہم بھی۔

کبھی یہ ماں کی دعا بن کر
بیٹے کی پیشانی پر اترتی ہے
اور تھکے ہوئے دل کو
آسودگی کا لمس دیتی ہے۔

کبھی یہ دوست کی آواز میں
حوصلہ بن کر گونجتی ہے
اور شکستہ قدموں کو
پھر سے سفر پر آمادہ کر دیتی ہے۔

مگر کبھی
اسی زبان سے نکلے ہوئے لفظ
کانچ کے ٹکڑوں کی طرح
دل کے آئینے میں پیوست ہو جاتے ہیں۔

ایک طنز
ایک تلخ جملہ
ایک بے سوچا لفظ
کسی کی پوری زندگی کا سکون چرا لیتا ہے۔

کتنے ہی رشتے
ایک لمحے کی بات سے
ٹوٹ کر بکھر جاتے ہیں۔

کتنے ہی دل
ایک سخت لفظ کے بوجھ تلے
خاموشی کی قبر میں اتر جاتے ہیں۔

اے انسان!
بولنے سے پہلے سوچ
کیونکہ تیر کمان سے نکل جائے
تو واپس نہیں آتا

اور لفظ
ہونٹوں سے نکل جائے
تو دلوں میں ٹھہر جاتا ہے۔

زبان کو دعا بنا
محبت بنا
روشنی بنا

تاکہ تیرے لفظ
دلوں کو زخمی نہ کریں
بلکہ ٹوٹے ہوئے دلوں کو
جوڑنے کا ہنر سیکھ جائیں۔


غزل — کیوبزم کے رنگ--- AKSHR




غزل — کیوبزم کے رنگ

ٹوٹے ہوئے زاویوں میں تصویر بناتے ہیں
ہم خواب کو کینوس پہ تعبیر بناتے ہیں

ہر رخ سے نظر آتا ہے اک چہرہ حقیقت کا
ہم وقت کو لمحوں کی زنجیر بناتے ہیں

بکھرے ہوئے رنگوں میں بھی معنی کی چمک دیکھو
ہم خاک کو فن کی نئی تقدیر بناتے ہیں

اک آنکھ ہے ماضی میں، اک حال کے پردے میں
ہم لمحۂ موجود کو تصویر بناتے ہیں

شفقؔ یہ ہنر سیکھا فنکار کی دنیا سے
ہم ٹوٹے ہوئے خواب کو تعبیر بناتے ہیں۔


 

Tuesday, 7 April 2026

Hope --- AKSHR

 




Hope

Hope is a quiet flame
burning in the chambers of the heart.

When storms rise
and the sky forgets its color,
hope stands like a small star
whispering to the night —
the dawn is already on its way.

It walks beside the tired traveler,
holds the trembling hand,
and plants a seed
in the soil of tomorrow.

Hope is the promise
hidden inside every struggle,
the light that refuses
to surrender to darkness.

And as long as hope breathes
within the human soul,
every ending
is only the beginning
of another sunrise.


Life and Consciousness — AKSHR

 



Life and Consciousness 

Life begins as a quiet breath,
a fragile whisper in the vast silence of existence.
At first it is simple—
a heartbeat,
a moment,
a step into the unknown.

But slowly, like dawn spreading light across the horizon,
consciousness awakens.

It opens the windows of the mind
and lets the winds of wonder enter.
Suddenly the world is no longer just a place to live—
it becomes a story to understand,
a mystery to feel.

Consciousness is the lamp within the soul.
It glows when we question,
brightens when we learn,
and shines most beautifully
when we understand the pain and joy of others.

Life moves like a river through valleys of time.
Sometimes its waters sparkle with laughter,
sometimes they carry the shadows of sorrow.
Yet every ripple, every current,
teaches the traveler something new.

A conscious heart listens—
to the language of silence,
to the lessons hidden in failure,
to the quiet wisdom carried by passing days.

For life is not merely the passing of hours;
it is the awakening of meaning within them.

When the mind becomes aware
and the heart learns to see beyond itself,
every moment becomes a universe,
every breath becomes a blessing,
and every step becomes a journey toward light.

Thus life and consciousness walk together—
like stars guiding a traveler through the night—
until existence itself turns into poetry
written across the endless sky of being.