" 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