Terror stuck eyes, weave vivid dreams cast in fire burnt hands-gripping over stifled matchsticks and ash sore throats-choked on explosives gasping to breathe-fading into smoke burning pyres-burgeoning graves screams hushed into wet tissues neon lights-cast a shadow over the glow of our souls tinted perspectives-exalted lies apathy reigns over our minds
Sometimes beloved I feel that We're all stuck in our matchboxes closed in from all sides searching for a light living out in constant dread only to be vaporised someday leaving behind-luminous ash and a spark of perseverance for the travellers - weary.
As the Great Reality will approach. Unstoppable pandemonium and hysteria will swim everywhere, as fast as energetic electrons pair and unpair. Joy will turn into winter ashes. Families will be deprived of camaraderie. Their amity will be like that of fractious humans.
May Allah protect us from the awaiting doom of the Day of Judgement.
Bikhre bikhre s Kuch alfaz h Tute tute s khwab h Antarmn ab bechen sa h Hue khwab aahat s h Dil m lga ghav sa h Bikhre bikhre s Kuch alfaz h Tute tute s Kuch khwab h Sangharsh krna bna muskil sa h Aasan raah ki talash v na ktm hota sa h dra dra sa ab mn rhta h Hoton ki hasi v ab khi chupa sa h Khi gm K sagar h to khi shukh K leher aae h Kisi K sapne hue raakh K s To kisi ne nae sapno ki chavi bnae h Sunn K baat yh nae dil m aae Kuch aash sa h Bikhre alfazo ko sajakr koe Naye sapne bunne ka khwab sa h.
Bikhre s alfaz h tute s khwab h pr ek asha ki kiran ne di nae si aash h
He’s ash now. He played with ash back then. He’s dirt. He was dirt back then. He snatched their slums and their palaces But now he can’t live in either. He pumped out dirt into the river back then. He’s going back to the river now.
From smiles and laughs to mounts of ashes. My life seemed to have burned down slowly and I didn't even see the flames as they came. Swallowing and burning everything in its path, and in its path, you were the one how stood alone.
But during those flames, you knew the end. You came home like nothing was wrong but it was that a lie when you came back. Not because you were better or ready but because it was time to say goodbye. But how was I supposed to know the truth? That the reason for your arrival was to die. Even though you got sick slow at the beginning In the end, it was as fast when you passed away.
Leaving me alone to pick up the pieces but how can I blame you when you fought. You fought to stay with us with all you had but it was not enough and your fight was over. You knew your time had come and you came back. Back to where we were, our home to where you died.