Dec 2018
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
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
