The blood boils inside my veins, heating every road in my bloodstreams corrupting my nervous system until there's an earthquake.
How can I save myself when rescuing myself means dying?
Surviving
that's all we try to do.
But when living is so hard and dying is so easy it makes me wonder,
why are we still breathing when a knife, a safety pin, a pencil sharpener blade can take it all away?
It seems we're addicted to pain.
Whether in the form of trying to escape or trying to get by
and I can't figure out which is worse.

-k.d.

Aabid RUMI and Tanzeelah Illahi
                                                DUET GHAZAL: DIL NAY MAANA
Dil nay maana ki karley eatibaar tumpay aay mohobat
Thoda kam he sahe karle pyaar tumsay aay mohobat
Dil nay maana ki karley eatibaar tumpay aay mohobat         2
Thoda kam he sahe karle pyaar tumsay aay mohobat


Hai nhi yakeen mujko  lakeeroon pay
Mainay  toh ,mohobat nigahoon say ki hai
Chahai kismat mai jo bhi likha **
Mainay toh mohobat  sirf tumsay ki hai

Ab mainay bhi maana, hai ektiyaar  tumpay aay mohobat
Jhoota  he sahe  par karle izhaar  tumsay aay mohobat
Janay hum kahaan thay ,lo aaj kahaan chal rahai hai
Har mode pay naye  humko humraah mil rahai hai
Hai nishaan kuch kay ,aur kuch kay he nhi
Jaanay yeh  hawaa kis sang guzar rahai hai

Mudatoon say jo hai dharr pay aaj deedar ** aay mohobat
Dheer say he sahe meray rozay ka ** iftiyaar aay mohobat

At times I wonder ,
Where Beauty lies ?
Inside beautiful things
Or within my eyes ?