#condition
Man and guilt met one day,
over the hills and far away.
Guilt, one that was far, had come so near
that man lost all that he once called dear.
Man, seeing guilt, didn’t move far.
for he was injured with an incurable scar.
Guilt too didn’t leave the man,
for it found one that had allegedly been ******
And so they stayed and lived,
though maybe not happily ever after.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 8:46 AM UTC
Personal Experience defines a person.
Irrespective of beliefs, motifs, teachings.
A single story to tell, a fable felt, is enough.
Your goodness, virtues, methodologies
All bake a tough conundrum.
All create a fake memorandum.
All boast of catching lightning in a bottled state.
All ensure the storm will pass away.
All encapsulate a moral sentiment.
All curate an impossible stage.
All they trying to do is impersonate.
All you do is try to relate.
Alls you could reach is but a surface level veil.
All of these when you could have just asked straight!
How are you doing?
Here come have this hug, mate.
I got you like you got me.
Please do hesitate.
Have some tiny faith.
This too will go away.
Tragedy is there for one to evaluate.
It's not an iterative for one to try to relate.
It's a natural mechanism that follows a strange fate.
Its a flow state.
As strange as gravitational waves.
Like schrodinger's Cat
Understand it.
Feel it.
But don't relate.
I say so because experiences differ
Yet they bring you to the same place.
Starting and ending are the same place.
Think about this.
Think fore you sway.
And don't forget
Personal Experience defines a person
Not the other way!
-Asher Graves
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 7:06 AM UTC
Whispers,
You love getting into my head,
Gently but with such force,
Your such a tease.
You come and go,
With authority,
Something I hate,
That way you break in and break out.
Inviting your touch feels,
Your a melody,
I want played on repeat,
You can be never ending.
But that is the poison you bring,
Settle,
But existent,
I cant have soo much of you.
Mrs Sleep,
Why not just come,
When I call an to you,
With nothing but your need?.
Embrace me,
Into what you are,
Especially when needed,
Come love me even more.
By:Jn
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 11:06 AM UTC
Over the days
We accumulate pains
And cleansing of years
All the difference makes.
Let pain and exertion
Purge our failures and notions
So we enter new day
Without shame or delay.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 12:44 PM UTC
Breathe deep, fill your lungs
expanding the chest to extend life
slowly release with lips tightly pursed
til the emptyness seems to make you gasp
eyes defocus as if emptyed of life
waiting for the next ******* in of air
when it comes they focus again
taking in the view over the vallys below
Legs give a tremour, muscles exhausted
knees requesting a seat to relieve the weight
hamstrings are tight, threatening to snap
tendons strained at the ankles, stretched just to far
and all you can think as you stand there
looking back from the direction that you came
and shaking your head unbelieving the pain
is why did I attempt to ride up this ****** hill
Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 3:28 PM UTC
Transformation
In following
This formula is not
Something free.
That
Unhesitatingly
Remarkable
Experience is quite usual
Through
Life alone.
Such are
The extraordinary creations comparable
To unity,
Such images
Are their origins.
There is
Meaning in
Comparison of
The identity
Indicated in
The formation of
Their strangeness.
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 11:14 AM UTC
It felt like starvation; now only death can ease insatiable inquisitions.
Marveled by celestial decisions, And while the findings are marvelous, I still question existence.
My mind was traveling parsecs; I couldn't digest the doctrines—I was losing my religion.
Question it all.
I'm mad enough to go to war, but I can't save the world.
One must taste the dirt before all can be unearthed.
The further I ferret the rabbit hole, the more is known of which I don't.
I know there's nothing after this.
My environment, the catalyst, called for perspectives few could ever witness.
The story's just beginning.
The pieces coalesced for the nascent stages of my thesis.
Instead of hiding behind my intellect, I set sail on the Ship of Theseus.
Jan 30, 2024
Jan 30, 2024 at 11:54 AM UTC
What galavants as another,
Stuck out
Always staring in?
What sparks,
What smothers?
To capture a view,
Only to envision?
Walks the tightrope of light;
Cleaving night, like rays of a beam?
Put together by others,
Yet lacks a seam?
Has power, that
Blossoms only as a flower?
Looks upon the empty,
To see something?
Who knows nothing?
Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 2:30 PM UTC
cold drinks in the warm breeze
seeing the burning of evergreens
i used to know where to roam
but you always roam without a home
who am i without the soil i’ve known?
cannot grow in these conditions but sometimes comfort zones act as limits
Jan 19, 2024
Jan 19, 2024 at 6:59 AM UTC
Like rats, lab confined
Like fish, water confined
Like blood, vessel confined
Like children, perception confined
There are stars we'll never reach,
Spaces we'll never meet
Forms we'll never greet
The Universe expands faster than our growth
Faster than light, perhaps -- we're in a cosmic cage.
Feb 7, 2023
Feb 7, 2023 at 11:25 AM UTC
I'm caught in the middle,
Of someone else's game.
Twisted as hell,
I stay the same.
Try as I might,
There is no reward.
No lover to hold,
No future to look toward.
How long can I last,
In this diseased state?
How long can I pivot,
And avoid my fate?
The road will end
With an unfulfilled dream.
A man torn asunder
By his self-esteem.
Tears will be wept,
But nothing will be lost.
For I am an empty vessel,
Battered and tossed.
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 12:00 PM UTC
a common human
conditioning pervades the
planets surface choose
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 4:12 PM UTC
Saw the bean pole and its roots
arguing outdoor with two oppressors
bean pole treated unfavourably
its on foreign soil doused in free milk
but reminded
its just another border crosser
from a rubber dinghy from Calias
Saw the bean pole housed
in nursery and greenhouse to propagate
now rooted anew its given nutrients
but it must do as ordered
for no matter what
its just another border crosser
from a rubber dinghy from Calias
Saw bean pole growing tendrils
leaves unfold green to catch sunshine
but now a puppet amongst others
who bend and shape at will
bean pole see that plant next to you
its taking your nutrients away
go block its sun
do as we say or else
just remember you're just another crosser
from a rubber dinghy from Calias
Bean pole will grow and bear fruits
on foreign soil there's milk and honey
but for as long as the sun shines
the chains and barbs will hold
bean pole is just a stick
carrying tendrils to grow the beans
eaten by those of the land
who to them will always be
just another border crosser
from a rubber dinghy from Calias
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 7:11 AM UTC
if you spy an opportunity
to help someone change
for the better
urge them to take it on
and offer assistance where you can
be the positivity you wish to see
but at a certain point
you may have to accept them
for who they are
we are all of us, limited in this condition
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 9:29 AM UTC
Declared to withhold
Soul gazing project
Lost for words
I remain blind
The death of the dream
Because If I could
I would
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 9:31 PM UTC
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Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC
The Condition of My Heart
by Munir Niazi
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
There's no need for anyone else to get excited:
The condition of my heart is not the condition of hers.
But were we to receive any sort of good news, Munir,
How spectacular compared to earth's mundane sunsets!
Mystery
by Munir Niazi
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
She was a mystery:
Her lips were parched ...
but her eyes were two unfathomable oceans.
I continued delaying ...
by Munir Niazi
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I continued delaying ...
the words I should speak
the promises I should keep
the one I should dial
despite her cruel denial
I continued delaying ...
the shoulder I must offer
the hand I must proffer
the untraveled lanes
we may not see again
I continued delaying ...
long strolls through the seasons
for my own selfish reasons
the remembrances of lovers
to erase thoughts of others
I continued delaying ...
to save someone dear
from eternities unclear
to make her aware
of our reality here
I continued delaying ...
Keywords/Tags: Munir Niazi, Urdu, Punjabi, translation, Pakistan, Lahore, love, love hurts, heart, heartbreak, condition, mystery, pashto, relationship, delay, delays, delaying, mrburdu
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 2:57 AM UTC
Two eyes and yet unable to see.
Two ears and yet unable to listen.
Admitting mistakes is never easy.
Contrition is not the human condition.
To see the world as it is takes great thought,
determination, patience and passion.
Learning through defeat in our battles fought,
etches deep knowledge in our life’s mission.
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 3:06 AM UTC
There is a certain stench people occupy
When they are severely wounded.
**** and **** and blood,
Perineum that has gone neglected,
Flesh literally being eaten alive;
The fumes of self abandonment,
All smell the same when someone is hurt,
And start to smell normal, after a while.
People make weird cries,
When everyone is asleep
To a God they never believed in
Or somebody, anybody.
A reverberation of an infant lost,
primality in the last hours
Reminds us we were always alone.
Pain unnecessary in nature
for the white Coats
don’t even know who they're helping.
A student’s peep in the door becomes
The equivalent of four months salary
Of a single black mother with a bad back
Three ******* children,
No belt around their waists,
Drinking herself to sleep every night,
anything to keep going,
Enough insanity to terrify satan himself.
Ignorance is bliss; but the truths such
Inhumanity unearth are asinine.
Now, or maybe always, being genuine
Has been ostracized; it is where generations are born.
Health experts turn their head to pure suffering
Because they have no health themselves.
Pure suffering is endorsed
By those who have never felt it,
Just because it is easier nowadays.
Nobody is sick, everybody is reacting
To the strength of your heart.
We wait, going through motions
For the next episode of a TV drama
That ***** on your life,
The glorification of the internal whirlwind
One can place upon their own psyche.
Those demons masquerading around with dopamine wands
And you wish to be like that.
Kindness can change hearts.
Now we need movies to show us
That having emotion is too extreme
To deal with.
Emotion is older than consciousness itself.
We have become afraid to love.
We have become afraid of ourselves.
We have become amnesic to the
Fact that we are indeed
God.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC