i never intend to be sarcastic or bitter--in this arena of self indulgence in thoughts i have always tried to put back my filthy(i call them oftenly) thoughts and just concenterate on piles of work that never make me to sleep peacfully, yet antagonist to this theory , i am relieved, for it prevent putting burden of stress on my super sensitive nerves...


still, without being sarcastic, i hate this suffocated speech i put as a  conversation inside my dwindling head and answer them so confidently, that i go speechless and comatose...


i hate being used as a woman,(although i am a woman , being not of a kind), being used is just the worst feeling ever.


not being able to put it into words, i have always loothed my cowardly act, so many voices smtyms i beseech inside me coz of fear of assault...


i hate to admit my heart goes into long pausatic chaos, in which i dwell even if storm passes away, so strongly it holds that crunches of broken pieces take time to gather back into altered shape.....


feminism and its harrassment at all level , abduction at gross or micro level is totally condemned by my my thought, wat i need is loud voice, an affirmative point of view to make myself believe that there exist a life in me!!!



i need to put back them in randomness, but i know its just anothr thought!!!

With you
The sadness in me overpowers me
Stands infront like a spectator!
Why dnt u bring out the happiness in me!!

words have gap, a silent breach
a successive return to the case of unknown,
and hoping back to the arms of success
a potential crisis,
a devastating enigma
a man who committed suicide in the arms of loss of hope!!

Feelings
More like a mounted heap
Full of good or bad , watever its still called a trash!!

Words
Wisdom or foolish-d
Take u down , or raise u up, still i call them rumble, full of stuff!!

Seekings
In haziness or with clarity
Found or not found, but still i call them wastage of time
Get you nothing or makes you engulfed!!

Was i in delusion or so dumb to understand the fact
That in these dark long nights
Somehere , when my heart willl ache so bad
So deeply it will feel the pain
And because of its burden my eyes want to clench itself with drenching scream
But i keep them open
For sake of feeling more its ache,
I forgot,
In these hard harsh days
In one of these lonesome starless nights
Where big palm trees are so silent
They fear
Their vibration in wind might not awaken the broken burried dreams
In fear of creating whisper
They just close eyes
And i stay up
Like an owl this whole night
Burning and turning in pain
Feeling it from it birth to teen,
I forgot
That i am alone and will be
In such long nights
Or the next short day!!
These hand you see running towrds you,
Do so in their needs,
In their such aloof moment,
When their glass is empty,
To quench the thirst,
They drink from ur canal,,,...
And you in your foolishness think, the water in your see will stay forever;
In ur neglect!!!!!

The pacifity of moments
She wondered sometimes why her mind and thoughts are baffled now
Why she has to confront her own doubts
Why her judgment has turned its ways on herself....
The bracing of truth is revealed
On initials ,when you faces the same happenings
When same circumstances let you get grilled through same machine
Than it falls on you,
Why sleeps are so restless and less
Even when you have all the time
The fear of being fallen away
Loosing the moments in all this juggling
Donot let you sleep for the long time......
The comfort of bed is disasterous than the agony of aches
And the sensitivity of dreams is hateful than  bitter realities
once and of all when you realise
Your hair embraces the greyness and your body engage in Aging more gracefully!!!!!

The treasures of these fields
Singing rhymes hand in hand
With the love flowing by their side
Is like,
Thinning of that silver line
Where all the dreams fly by——-

the convenience of being in a trap rather facing the demon
she caged herself in the demolition of un-necessary arguements
the key she lost in haphazard thoughts and their dimension
and in thousands of words she doesnt even realise, she is at stake of leaving her body to new world!!

sometimes in a day you open a door
and the face on the other side is so strange, yet so close
same goes with the light of your heart
which leads your ways !!

they made love ,it was enagmatic, from the start of being a lover and ending at being a slave
the faintness of pleasure, the rejuvination of leisure
but than at the moment she thought
'what love is that bound u in a prison"
the bubble of illusion has to burst, in the air so deemed
she knew already" her place only lies in the truths and lies only she keeps"

She described this dark circle as her medal
An oozing wound on her soul
Penetrating memories
And escaliting deep slumber.
She just sits around sometimes
Like a God statue
For longer hours
Staring in the sky
Thinking of nothing
And this nothingness has penetrated deep in her blood
So much
That she enjoys her oozing wounds !

Pain is our companion
A traveller friend of a lost soul
A gypsy stranger with blinging jewels
The sweeteness of its ache
Luckiest are those who enjoy and dnt fake
And this blessing recently has endured on me
I dnt lick them
I dnt drug them
The healing of this anarchy is in endurance
And the restlessness it bestows!!

Alaa, wake up my dear. Please wake up, look your mother has got milk for you.

Sitting on the ****** floor, covered in dust and tears he said “ he was my little brother”

Where is my son muhammad? Where?
“ what is his full name?”
Where are you muhammad? Muhammad?
Yes this is our son. God be willing.
The mother cried quietly and said, my Muhammad
Father said:
“Give him to me , please, illl carry him”
The mother said
“Noo, ill carry him, he is my dear son. Dnt come near to me, if you will come near, ill never forgive you
Look everyone, this is my dear muhammad, God be with you my dear child.”
And she held him in her lap, carrying him on the dusty streets, surronded by death , fear and destruction. She did not care, for her whole world she was carrying in her arms.

We will come back my Aleppo, we are leaving you with teary heart, but wait for us my beautiful Aleppo, we will come back

She stood infront of the rumbles of her beloved home and for the last time absorbed it in herself and bid a goodbye

She went to her broken home, but the plants in her backyard were still green inspite of shelling and bombs, she plucked one stem and tearfully left the last step from her home, kissing the wall and the door.

She was 9 months pregnant , the shell hit her, they did c section and took out the child. He was motionless and did not cry, they did cpr , pat his back by keeping him upside down, rubbed him hard and atlast he cried hard, and the room beemed with ALLAH  O AKBAR.

A kind hearted Dr. Hamza, who revived my faith in kindness and humanity.

The way my mind is grinding 24/7
I wonder
" can death do us part?"

Seek the rest
The inside too restless!!

Everyone is deprived of the Love
He never had...

Sometimes destruction is mandatory, of self and surronding, to bring calmness in ur turbulent soul.

I am a devastated , hopeless optimist!

There is a rage in me, more i wish to destroy myself with its brutality , more it nourish my poor soul!


I wake up in the middle of night, my body aches, my feet burn, my head on spin, still i ditch my sleepy eye just to mark the time in slow pace, only for the fear of its passing by!

Its unending.....

Even if you end it with last call

Or

An unread message on ur phone screen beeps the next day

On no note,
But

Just a question mark!!!

It will stay unended

Even,

If u tear out the last page of that book

Or burn it to ashes

Still,

The smoke of that ash

Will amalgamate your all cells

And it will decay , the day, when you will

Or
May be never!

" how u remember the exact time after so many years when ur hair have silver hue and ur eye bags are wrinkled more like an autumn leaf ur complexion is drained?!" " sometimes pains with pleasures mark history in our minds more than the happiness with pleasure""


" do u love me?!"
" i love u with all my heart but it is overburdened by so many things that i find u nowhere. But yes still i love u"

" do u love me?!"
" yes i love u more than i do to myself, but still in my rage , i love myself more than i do to anyone. But yes still i love u"


A story of heart n song of soul, both when put together come across greatest miracles of life.


My feet are squashed by pain of walking miles, but my eyes those envisioned thousands of images still is up beaten and drenched, encasing more secrets than one can hold.

U r bound to people, people are bound to rituals, n rituals define us like nothing identifies. Still u ask me my identity with degnity, ask the people who have made the custom of beating a soul to death, keeping a body a walking corpse.

I smile too bright, my mind laughs on my duality. It was me who used to laugh at u on ur double face n its me who is trapped in same. Everything apart, i still smile on how u ppl pretend in ur own circle.

" a survival is in obedience , in killing ur self respect after u r bound to a culture. "
" i cant, my self respect is too high for survival"
" u r unfit"
" i dnt care"
" what they would say, ull have to bear , its in ur betterment"
" i dnt need my such well being, i need to bresthe, atleast for once to trash this duality, may this breath bring disaster, its acceptable than disaster of wearing mask n forgetting ur own face"


Hiramalik

hope is like a tangled story between truth and death!!


a little i knew before,
was it a small box i lived in:
wherein light pierced
when days amused,
and made me sleep with moon lullaby;

a little i knew before,
what falling would be like
falling down from giant mountain
a hard crash on barren land;
being broken,
into thousands of painful pieces
sadly, still you are not dead to get up!!

a little i always knew the ache
comes from the core of fluttering heart
such agonising ache
that tears loose their ways!

a little i knew of the insult
substantial and beyond excess
still you walk out of the room as a brave survivor
with slitting throat and choking words!!

the art of running away

is the greatest of all,

the sootheness in accompanying winds

and the coldness of stones

under feet

is the biggest of glory!!

We
The people
The incarcinate people of all times
A generation of false liberator
Decayers
Insensitive breed of wild of wildests animals

We,

Bring out the canines
That are innovative
In the type of brutality
That
Imagination seek help...

And than
We seek refuge
In the ***** of peace
The world on the verge of collapsing
We all are aware
Still
We are eating the core
Like an insomniac
Who has lost the mind
And chest dnt bind hearts anymore....

You lead on to something
Such an inhale and exhaling process
A stance of a fate
A stare so *****
Intentions are the father to many acts
These sons of ******* are just to old fashioned to grasp!
She kneed her heart in this spice
For an ******* of the hype
The volcanic eruption of that rage
I dnt know how the world will handle the burnt down stage!

I know he loves me
So i let him spank me, humiliate me
O heart
With such disdain u said
" so go"
When i said
I am just goin to the door
With the sound of disgust
And i left without any goodbyes.
O that recklessness in me
U see me abusive mouth-ed
Cursing swearing everywhere
U find me pathetic in bed or near door, inside or outside
Or even while passing by
That makes you dream of throwing  ur insanity on me,
On me providing it to u willingly,
But deep down u dnt even know
This cruelty is the byproduct of that void
No love has ever filled in...
And i left , just forever
When with such Disdain, u said
" YOU GO"

Beloved, O beloved!!
These long tiring nights
And days act over and above
A tyrant
Like an eruption , above and beyond;
Explosive,
Seddimented in pieces, many and more
Shattered
And Alas! The irony is , forgetting so impossible,
Like a dessication of pain inevitable
When a row is piereced in flesh
You cant tame it, it lays on you like a lover
A very distraught lover,
Whose agony is beyond mountains
And whose thirst can never be quinched by seas or rivers!

The people of this world called
And than
Unanimously they yelled
“ are you awake”
Destinations or fate
Ways or trace
All are speculation now
The confrontation of the heart with soul
Is one of the biggest battle
Ever battled
And world still
Will mark never
The history of this bloodshed!!

People woke up again and yelled high at their lungs
Are you awake
And few came out of their front doors
Yawning and rubbing eyes
There was a silent of deads on the street
So was in their insides
And they raised slogans in their slumber and sleep
“ hail to you
Jai to you
Salam to you”
..........
...........
.............
And than there was a silence of death,
Of utmost
Of grave
And i looked up to the sky
And wished for this all to end, once and forever
For the first time.....

Dearest,

today after a long time, i took myy tools and went out on pasture-land, sat there infront of sunset..vivid icy brezze touched me and i shivered not out of cold but on strange play of Summer breeze.... i took off my shoes and felt the wetty grass-field under my soles..they tickled and i giggled...

i am going again on that voyage that we used to plan once.. the enticement, thrill and joy of its imagination is making me so restless that cant even i sleep at nights... sun is still blooming and will be ,once ill be on expedition but ill miss ur naive smile u used to pass on even in ur laziness.. my heart yet again on enthusiasm and it is meeting to the rays of heaven.. last night i held arm of an angel and  i travelled ur land.. it was an amazing feel, still i can feel the scent of those daffodils....

dear, i wanted to tell u that as u used to dream and fantasize of color fields and believed that every color has its own beauty, today i dare to contradict the statement of urs with great pain....  i made a statue today with my these tiny tools and attire was bright too, but even after my diring efforts cudnt shape the weariness to brightness.. i chose red ,yes dear red, ur favourite color, but it mocked itself ,the presence of sadness.. i made it naked at the end with this conclusion '' colors dnt makes look everyone happy''...

my heart bleeding so is my  eyes teary, for i never thought of denying ur little dreams, tiny pretty dreams.. but i am leaving my tools behined again where we met, in memory of u, or may be i am giving up, for i  failed in naming colors, i failed badly in bringing brightness with mere those colors u admired... i am a looser for i took long to learn the lesson of life in ur colorless eyes!!


hiramalik

Yay dil jura hai tum say
Kay tmharay muskuranay pay
Mere maut bhe ban jati hai burg-o-bahar,
Aur tmharay chup ** janay pay
Main bass saham si jati houn!...

Fascination is such an illusional and fine category of our mind, where when it leads to the death, its joyful, less painful and more of an adventure!!

Oh sentiments, a turmoil of judgement, likewise you have burdened me so much that futile it is the fertility of thoughts.

Junction of words and abusement are combination of those languages, that once was spoken in times of ******. I capitalised his name ,for the word had an enormous affect on the world history.

Structural imagination of something into an empire, O GOD, u know only better, i felt like U at that moment!

I was so alone when i turn into GOD all by myself. Where is that shoulder to lean on, someone should be there above me to handle all the chaos i created . Its was exhausting and i gave up!!

HIRAMALIK

she wore red color for the first time

for

herself!!

She was a restless soul!
But i am not saying that she is not calm.
Though,
She stayed unsettled most of the day, while cooking, washing, cleaning, reading and even  kissing me.
But she always melted like the quiet ,blue pleasant sea when i used to take her in my arms.
As if, it was a desire to borrow that energy from me that was deficient in her.
She was the sucker of Love, like a leech, so desperate to **** all blood till last drop.
Like the Sun, that drink all water and convert land to desert.
But i never got tired of her, i kept on giving her, for she was the light of my Home and this Heart!

There are so many nights
My dear friend
I lay down here
Wide eyed
Thinking over the same thing
"It is'nt right
It shouldn't have happnd to me
I dnt deserve to feel it that way
But than
Who deserves that?"
An astonishing pang of pain
Arises from the tip of my toe
And shoot in my heart
A desperate, loner of alls
A thrive to separate
This bitterness from escape
And shut down all the dreams
From soring eyes to those in sleep
An alluring thought
Of dancing by
In desert so dark, a limelight very shy-ed,
An expression but gasps
Like these dreary long nights
I wish i had chosen love over this ****-ed life!

the ways of distraction she put forth
while walking and passing by the old destroyed building
her mind is like an open slate
that is empty and the words distorted
all the traces of past memory is blurred, no, wait!!its ERASED!
but the love in her heart always made its pace!!

a chronic defector, a leaver by choice, a summon of destruction
she had been like this forever
and this forever been like this since she dnt even remember
but ,
the love again piercing the ways from the crack of mountains
in the very dark night when she doesnt even feel her face!!

sometimes, just exhale, its better to exhale than inhale
so that the course of ur lines, for once, dnt stop ur ways
FATE!!!!
it changed so swiftly, like jumping on a bandwagon like paths and space....

the spot where i have stopped, here winds are howling
the dust storm in enigma and gigantic
my clothes, i dnt know, where i saw them last time on me
still there is something, a light in dark, a hope atlast
or may be,
this is like the other chapters i forgot atlast!!

the sweetest of all glory
ahh my heart
the natives of all
the naive of all
and the Loyalist the most....

a tribute to TAHIR SQUARE CAIRO


intensified by the desire of better life,they came on streets...slogans echoed in air of serene and peaceful environment,air started filled with the spark of revolution,lanes started mark themselves with footsteps of revolutionists,and hearts started beating on new frequency......it was a dark world,with sleeping saints and guarding demons,it was the blue evening with no hope of rising sun..it was the part of that world on face of map where the suffocation started making its heap......

insomnia ,in part of our life,sometimes is the biggest need,like the necessity of air..it is needed badly so the eyes for a time being forget the pathways to sleep....awakening is blessing,but it becomes an eternal gift when  eyes adopt themSELVES to it even the night is dark and the lights are dead....Fears ,the guard of our beating heart,but Courage is most fruitful when it scratches it off from the trembling body,when the winters on its bloom,and coldness has resided in big veins....

mark of each and every footstep if u observe ,it will reveal u different stories of courage,determination,evolution and un-ended fight.....traces disappear ,but sand particles always remember the kiss of those brave hearts ,of voices against slavery,of intense struggle,of new hope .....the sweet pungent aroma of those slogans in air,is always remarked with the tears of appreciation,bright smiles of honor and pride.....though the nations of nations will be changed in drift of seconds,but submergence in deep ocean of revolution ,once u dive in it,than the heart and soul of urs can drink all the blue waters of this universe and still it will stay unquenched..


like a wild flower,
near the stream of flowing fresh water,
with sun sparkling at height of a new day,
stay there with  ur roots affirmed,
with ur petals fresh,
be they painful to the passing byes,
but stay there
with sweet pungent smell
with courage un faltered
with face so innocent....

little words ,a shelter.a refuge,an expression to me,for defining the world of faith,of hope,of sensitivity,of feeling high when nature is lowering u down,of bravery,of same repeating sentences but with different  meanings again and again...of PARADISE,of LIFE!!

hiramalik

Keep breaking your heart until it opens!

how i feel towards u
its too insensate
like u scroll down pages of an empty book
or strike helplessly the broken chords of violin
i am not vibrant enough to dessicate black from white
i am full enough to greed for the blurring sight
how i feel towards u?; its a matter of time
like a flash on sky, or shine of sapphire
like smoke is blown out with wind,or fragrance fades out after spring,
i dnt understand, but words i feel
the music in its silence i pour in like a wine
and earth shakes itself in madness, the madness of love, the madness of lust, the madness of desire;MADNESS it is,
and i pour in,
like black clouds, i soak myself in my dark breaths,
without sun to appear, without moon to heal the wounds,
i just drown in my own wind, swirl in my own ocean, speak in my own silence....

hiramalik

Are we missing something?!?

The hearts are not at right pace
All those matters of space ,those set on some pattern
Revolving though,;;
But my heart not at pace
So does of the millions others....
The tails holding of elephant herd
In the fields
Unsettling too...
The trembling of voices
And serenity
Has taken place the shambles
And the ruins this time are murrmuring,
Burning slowly!
This heat is sinister than the flames itself
And erupted volcanoe,
Trenching trembling the level of horizon
On demise of so many young souls
Under its cover
They reaching to sky
But sky still mourns on earth loosing its precious
Ahh!!!!!!
I have been taught in this time the lessons
That havent been taught in centuries
The herat has turn old in days so little
Age has become just the number
And the greyness has enveloped the souls like dark wolves!

Now even the clouds if rain
I dnt feel it
Its not called monotony
Or rampedness
Time has shown that it can run anticlockwise
And diruption will be more on souls than rocks could ever asked for in their capacity....

The emptiness is getting rapid
And earth is creating more space
For graves to be encarved
The sadness is echoing in streets like trumpet blowing orchestra
The songs of deads are mellowing the alives
The time is strange my friend , more in melancholy is my heart
And when hearts wrap thmeselves in pain
Than you have no escape
And no place to go!!

I couldnt write about my past 5 days of fear of death and breathlessness
The tears were so many, and the loneliness so heavy
I looked around and i found death
The breaths were not on my side either
I wanted to write
But my hands trembled
And my heart on fast pace
I looked at my kids
They stayed at my isolated room’s door
And said
“ mama are you alright”
The night was terrible
More miserable than the time in grave may be
Neither death comes nor life
And the scary thoughts creep around me maliciously
And with each steps till today i took
They were so slow at pace
That
I forgot when was the last time
I walked this slow!
I looked at the happy faces of my kids
And first time ever
I looked at them with great details
They have grown up
Growing in taste talk and pace
And i realised
Time has flown by
And now this time
Is teaching me all ruthlessly
What have i lost
For what i never fought
Its a day 5
And i look ahead for the bright horizon
My breaths still not i catch
My face still looks miserable
And my walk so timid and low
But i hope
For hope is the only bread in this fear!

Hope is like a lullaby

Walls around me
Painted white
I can hear clearly
The thumping of my heart
My chest may be
The only place right now in this world
That is not at peace
Still the hope
That hope
I never tried to befriend with
Makes me hear
The sound of rain
From the clear skies
And the piano notes
abandoned those were in one of the lonely nights......
Hope,
That hold my hand
If they near to death
When my breaths
Are not even my friend!

Why i could never see you
In all these years
When you stood silently by me
Unconsciously grabbing my hand
And
I looked beyond the empty papers
Where
There was never written
Ever
Any word for the catharsis
And
I thought always
Its just me and me
Going bounds and leaps
But...
Now when i have fallen on the ground
My face down
My hands on tremble
I can see you clearly my friend
Still standing tall
Stretching a very loyal hand
I see you now
And need you
More than ever have i needed anyone!!

So she heard about the bond
Since her childhood
The stories of birds rebuilding their nests
After horrible storm!

The pain that arises in hearts
On cherishing the long lost people
And the scent attached to them!

She saw people writing phrases and poems
In the memoir of old friend
And witnessed her parents
Crying silently
Remembering the touch of their mothers!

Being so naive, she once felt
There exist some connection
Unknown
Unseen
But strong!

In all these real illusion
She grew up!
Into a beautiful blossomed young women
And fell in love.
The heart floated on beautiful sea
Amongst serene sunset
Until once
It sank and webt dead!!

Years passed by,
She became a poet who wrote about the miseries in the world
The killings and the bombs
The vanishing and deceptions
And in between
Sometimes, she cried her heart out
For the pain of that loss and once in ages
It Always created a masterpiece of its kind!

She experienced than
The power of connection
Of present with the past
And the future always stays alive
As the affiliation with pain
Keep us afloat
Even in the worst of time
In the moments of ache
And tears, to make us sane!!

sometimes you have all the things in order, like all the planets revolving around the sun in specific pace, but you are not in shape. You sit down quietly, tries to find out, asks urself sometimes even when your own brain is non-functional, even in this devastated case you still ASK, and there is a big giant dark deep black hole of silence.......


wonder sometimes, why our voices echo in the long thin alley of tunnel, that has no end, or may be has dead end?
just to ensure us, in the thin and thick of the darkest hour, u are ur own best friend, ur shadow is ur only admirer and the one and only lissener.....


catharsis have no name, catharsis are the lightening in the dark cloud, like a very flashy, screeching lightening, that pours upon the earth in the form of rain...this much soothing it is......Yes , screaming sometimes is very intimidating....

we human complicate things so much in our head, amalgamate relations so badly, **** up and ruin all the charaters so blurry, that in the end, we ourselves are unaware where we heading towards......

I , being disappointed of all the reassurance, turned it on "the relaxing music of meditation" on you-tube, and I feel, life is sometimes very simple, only the heart is an enemy!!!

do u knw how much i loved u? how much i cherished my garden of heart with ur fragrance?
more than the fountains could hold the water, more than the skies could en-grip the stars on its breast,
more than tongue could taste the flavors of nature, more than eyes could see the vision dispersed!!
in my sleep, in my awakenings i stayed drunk, reciting verses of u and u,
the drunkenness is on its verge, but i have given up on that virginity of deep ,blind love!!


today when i woke up, sun called upon West,
the face of East was blurred, and Summer was hot, red with blood,
people i heard of screaming , running on naked edgy streets,
and sun denied to embrase the shoulder of West, with long days, tiring in dreary.....
i looked upon my bleeding heart, the flashes of old love enchanted there once,
and i wrapped up the memoir old, for the present is bleeding more heavily!!!

i know, since the moment of no time
i just passed by my written dreams on a paper so white,
and now, when they are accompalished,
i am amused by my silent inside,no hives!!


its for the sake of living, breathing
its for being called as a legend of fulfillment
not for my own demons i chose the real attire
it was for sake of social stigma, norms and desires!!


i cant undo times of times,
yes, these places will change, faces will go,
but,
i cant rephrase my already sung rhymes,
those affected deeply hearts of naive, of lovers without robes!!


my footsteps lead me to somewhere unknown,
i am gleeful on little memory of their traces,
they just come, and likewise they go,
but stays deep inside my solemn heart, a regret of deception, a feeling of being sold!!




hiramalik

i know no one will ever remember
me
once i am all gone
the skies will might
but earth ave changed ways
of engulfing the masses of memories
without a single regret!!

The description of contraception
of heads so many,
as those thoughts being liberated
and they fly in air like a solemn free bird;
you know what hurts me the most
being alone? NO
being deceived? again NO
but,
being not alone when u are meant to be alone!!
the introspection of me, the devision in my thoughts
is just too much
so so much,
that i myself is unable to comprehend what i desire
and how i want to lay down in the heat of sunrise!!
the monologue of this book
is unsaid, yet so descriptive
that the whole syllabi is meaningless...
the meaning of words
sometimes dont describe the actual pain
you know that?
its the feature of the speaker, that speaks the volume!!
the glory of emancipation from this world
and attaching to the subconscious valley
have u ever tasted what it feels like?
it the bitter of all, but drench u the most!!
this is the glorification of my being
of my solitude of thoughts
and the affect of its ecstasy
that is on and beyond the heavens !!

The merging of all
The detainment and my spirit
So aloof
That the retention of my feelings finding a way to fly!
An aesthetics of being alone
And whatever the label you put on it
Creates disaster
When u hit with tha faces of crowd!
O Lord, when is that day?
Is there even a day?
This distribution to me is so hazy
In comatose state
I feel dizzy!
Enrage the fire of anger
But dnt belittle me,
In the name of that love
That never existed
Tapering to the slightest of stir!
This is what i look like
When i trip on my heels and my feet bleed,
This is what who i am
A neglector of the pain, going on in heaps.
This is my friend the real face of me
Who pretends to be a reader but lost in the mountains of seas.
O yes, delusional is what they call it
I say, no **** no, this is what i describe it as Me!

محسن ہمارے ساتھ بڑا سانہہ ہوا
ھم رہ گئے ، ھمارا ذمانہ چلا گیا



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