Sometime in life all you need is support and someone on you side, walking with you side by side maybe holding your hand and syncing step by step.
Just walking with you, talking and sharing.
Support is often under rated you know. We don’t realize it’s value and significance until we lose it. It’s much more powerful than we think it’s often said that “One and One makes Eleven”
It’s not necessary that it should be a ‘Lover’ but they should love you.
Let me elaborate what and why I just wrote,

I was home alone today and so was my grandma, she didn’t know that I was at home she thought that she was home alone. Let me tell you something, old age is hard and lonely. Too lonely. Specially In my grandma’s case who has spent her whole life with my grandfather so closely and interdependently and so full of love, and now when he’s gone you can imagine the height of her loneliness.
So even though we never leave her alone at home because of her illness she was forced to believe that she was home alone by the thorns of loneliness in her heart.
I was sitting on the couch when I saw her coming out of her room without the help of her stick that she carry. I was a little surprised that she was walking almost okay without her stick, I mean obviously she wasn’t walking all right as she is quite old and she actually needs a stick.
But as soon as I approached her to help her she didn’t take my hand but she was able to walk better as we accompanied together to the living room talking and laughing.
I started having flashbacks that when ever I escort her to someplace we talk and share and laugh a lot. And even when she’s ill if I go to her and simply talk and make her smile, she starts feeling better.
She didn’t take my hand or support she was walking on her own and it was as if she was walking with support because in her mind she was holding my hand or walking by my support because I assume that in her mind it wasn’t the walking with holding my hand or support perception that had made impact on her memory but actually the laugh, advices and the talking which was actually providing her the support and that’s what she remembered…

-May Allah Bless her with the best of health, she is the love of my life, my biggest supporter,admirer and an amazing ‘Angelic’ human being.
So never underestimate the power of support people, It is far more stronger than you think it is.
Sometimes someone is your support and you don’t know it and you are someone else’s support and both of you don’t know it.
Appreciate it before you lose it or make someone lose yours!

Capping on,
Zaid Saleem.


Life Lines

It is said that,”Friends are the family, you choose”
I suppose I’m lucky enough that my best friends are actually my family.
Sometimes all you need is someone there for you. It’s not necessary if they should be perfect for you or you have the same habits and stuff. Even if you don’t agree on most things or have different opinions.
But as long as there’s love and bond all these things don’t matter.
Because that’s what friendship is like.
No matter how busy they are or where they are as long as there’s friendship nothing matters. You don’t need a psychiatrist or anything all you need is a sitting and hangout with them. You just sit there talking, sharing, bursting out your emotions, frustration and depression. And as soon as you leave the place you’re as light as a new born.
Allhamdulilah I’m blessed with the best.
Even though I was stupid enough that I wanted to deal the most difficult time of my life which was the past few days and weeks and still is actually. Maybe I was underestimating their power or something but I thought that I should not bother them and try to deal this on my own but what I realized after meeting her yesterday was that I’m nothing without them. But all i wanted was to take care of them, I mean they have problems of thier own and she hardly shares them, ofcousre they do this for me but still I should control mine too so that they can deal with theirs easily but All it lead to was depression, hunger and slow death. I realized that sometimes in life one soul is not enough to deal with life’s shit and you need people by your side who know you and whom you know you can count on with your life.
Sometimes you can’t just thank them enough, sometimes thankyou ain’t enough and sometimes you can’t tell them how much you love them enough.
One meeting and it heals it all. You guys sort my shit out better than me. Obviously.
This one’s out to The Amazing Sadaf khala and The Genius Qasim Bhai out of many more.

Open Treasure For The Whole World

The following words might not make any sense or rhythm at all but as it says in the last lines so, some things needed to got out and istead of explaining that shit long and on it’s hidden in these words. Sorry for bothering.

You never wore those,
Never Without the arms,
Was it me,
Or do you like it now?

You looked amazing already,
Why that cut?
It wasn’t ready,
For the whole hut.

You were told,
Those beautiful arms,
Hands as gold,
Reminded me of,
Those blissful farms.

Is the meadow open now?
Is everyone allowed to see it?
Did gold lost it’s value now?
Why can everybody envy it?
Is it too late now?
Did Insistence free it?
Is it he now?
Or do you just feel it?

The beauty lies,
In thy hide,
Reveal it wide,
The curiosity dies.

Not Enough

In the end it turns out,
You didn’t value it enough,
You didn’t try hard enough,
You didn’t gave it enough,
You didn’t do enough,
You didn’t say it enough,
You didn’t cry enough,
You didn’t stop it enough,
You didn’t love enough,
In the end it bursts out.

“Those three words I said too much but not enough”
-Chasing cars


Who can be more confused than a guy, who literally thinks ten times before drinking the last sip of his drink.That whether he should save it till the end for the last bite or just drink it right away.
Who thinks a hundred Times before palying a song that whether he should play the other one cuz it might be better.
Who thinks a thousand times before going out that whether staying home would be more fun.
I mean seriously man just get it over with.
But sometimes it’s not about that drink, song or that hang out.
But everything in life is like that.
Sometimes, you know you’re screwed but the confusion is that, was this screw up worth it?

Capping on,

Moments’ After Life

Sometimes in Life there are moments when it feels like everything is moving so fast, all in haste, such a rush so much is happening around that you can’t even keep track of it, it all feels like a blur. Just moments in the haste of passing too quickly.
And as soon as the moment is over just within a blink of an eye the time just stops like a dead end and in the end you’re in bed just staring at the ceiling of your bedroom.
I just wish they don’t leave you like this, all stunned.
I once wrote that,
“The best yet worst thing about moments is that they pass”

Capping on,
Zaid Saleem.

The Look

—> Heads up at the end…

I was doing the grocery today.
I turned around it was a classy woman with a goofy man.
I remembered you.
You were a classy woman.
I was a goofy man.
I turned around and looked at her.
She turned around and looked at me.
We shared a look but there was nothing.
Nothing at all.
But that one glance took me into your arms.
That one glance reminded me what I have lost.
That one look made me realize that I’ll never be that goofy again.
I’ll never have a classy woman again.

I’ll never have you again.
In that one look I was stunned. 
My world fell apart.
My eyes stopped to blink.
My heart skipped a beat.
It was as, as I was looking at you.
It was as, as I looked at you the first time.
It was as, as I fell in love with you on the first look.
It was as, as I had the whole world In one look.
It was as, as I lost the whole world in THAT ONE LOOK.
Danm it.
I Imagined you with another man.
I Imagined you with that goofy man.

He had a stupid face my love.
He had a short body my love.
He had an angry attitude my love.
He had a big car key my loss.
He had a big phone my loss.
He had a big wallet my loss.

Let’s forget about the body and the money.

He was scolding that beautiful and classy clone of yours.
I Imagined holding him from his collar and punching his stupid face.
I Imagined stealing you from him.
I remembered the way you spoke.
I remembered the way you moved.
I remembered the way you looked.
I remembered the way you told.
I remembered the way you told me you love me.
I remembered the way you hugged me.
I remembered the way you held my hand and told me it was okay.
I remembered you shopping with me.
I remembered you scolding me
I remembered you apologising to me.
I remembered you making It up to me.
I remembered you STANDING with ME.
But then,
I remembered that one look was over and I was alone standing with me.
(The look with the other lady at the store)
                                         ……and cut.
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—So this is sort of a musical and my first fiction, in vignettes filled with lil symphony or poems if you may but the point to mention it was that you can only ‘experience’ it if you read It  in that tone and feel (like some sort of romantic pablo neruda poem narrated by Morgan Freeman) P.s I know this might have some arrangement and other errors but I left them to correct later but then I felt like what I wrote in the flow should be published. —

Capping on,
Zaid Saleem.


Sometimes Life is such a bitch that It doesn’t even lets you mourn!
As soon as you face disappointment or a hurdle and before you even think of mourning over it, bam! Life hits you with another one.
All you can do is stand stunned and let it flow.
Because no matter what, Shit happens and LIFE GOES ON!

Capping on,
Zaid Saleem.