Aray Tu to Paison Waali Hai!

Ye unn ko jub pata challa to baysharam se ho gaye
'Jaanay na paye haath se', iss darr se 'tere ho gaye'
Aur duur se ab chal diye, jo paas hi mein rehte thay,
Woh jo paresha'n si shakal, aur haath mein ik phone liye,
Jo jaeb se nikaal ker, sarrak kay paar,
Ankhon hi ankhon mein, taaziyyat na kernay kay,
Bahaanay laakh soch ker,
Khaamoshion ki taar per (tujhe) sookhnay ko daal ker,
Sardiyyon mein dhoop ki si aas bun kay,
Ojhal ho jaaya kertay thay.
Woh baysharam se log aaj uth kay jo salam keren
To kyun na ho humein khushi?
Dekh ye karigari:
Ho rahay hain ehtemaam, aur keh rahay hain bar bar:
'Khuda hi ki ye shaan hai, jo shaan hai aaj aap ki!'
Kya aap ko maloom hai woh 'aap' ki ummeed se hai?
Munaafqat ki haamila guzashta naw maheenon se
Kuch aisi taqaaleef mein hai
Kay jinn ka hal hai aap ki tajoriyyon ki wussatein.

Umer Khan

la La

I dropped my pen in the pitch yesterday. Its the only the tool I know of that expands the concentration of my brain cells. Writing is necessary- even essential- to construct an idea, figure and even lifestyle. Its impeccable to breathe without expression. The only way to denote your existence is by writing. Thats why every word we write is hypothetically past tense. Idea once jotted down becomes a thing of past. There isn't any other way to step up except by walking out of your present and towards the future. Its an exercise which we continue to employ. The only difference is, words make the experience worthy of time. We walk on the track of time every passing second of our lives. Thats how the wheel moves forward. We are stuck with it. There is no choice but to move along. Then we come too far and realize its impossible to go back and collect the broken pieces of ourselves. The only way to relive past, then, is by words. To read it now. Make your past alive by writing down your present. I need to find my pen.

Glittering glass glow no more

The best days are the worst days of our lives. We remember them because they stick to our memories. Their emotional impact can not be replaced. The rest are just ordinary days.

Noise

You deserve this my friend
a share of my grave in the end
A door sealed from within
to block your noise from creeping in.
The choice is mine, I believe
to bear with you or decease

Like a stroke you strike again
and bring back guilt despite the pain
I screeched in blood,
My head was filled with weed.
What else then do you expect of me?
I can't choke and give life to thee.

No one needs to play your game
or in vain scream your name
I wish for you to suffocate
before you begin to infiltrate
love thats left inside of me
and turn it into catastrophe

I've slit my skin and flesh apart
I have cut the cord of my past
So listen now, while I plead
Shut up. Shut up. Stop calling please.
I know what happened,
Now let me be.

Candy

Its very rare that you come across movies which leave you numb. Candy had that affect on me. Dan and Candy are by far the most realistic drug addicts portrayed in a movie. Their bond is so magical and yet so scary at times. Love leads them to destruction, how insane in an overwhelming way is that? It begins almost as a fairy tale and ends with a stark sting of reality. The transition from heaven to earth and hell defines the pendulum of all relationships I guess. I've never done drugs myself nor do I feel the urge. But then there are moments when life screws you and then all you want to do is screw life back. The idea of pain and agony somehow soothes you and you imagine doing crazy things. Striking as that idea maybe at this point as well, I don't suppose I ever perceived self-inflicted pain as I do now. It used to amaze me but not anymore.

No man's justice

I follow news quite frequently and its so random to come across death tolls, natural calamities and political fascism that all of it seems redundant. Honestly, when you live in a society packed with bigoted beings and witness unhindered madness firsthand, its no surprise life becomes sickening (usually at least). But that has grown on me, I've learned to ignore all the crap that I get to face everyday. However, Gulgee's murder got to me today. Its not something I couldn't expect from a society like ours.. just that I felt angry after a very long time. I mean a man who is old, fragile and paints for a living gets tortured and murdered along with his wife! How does that serve anyone's purpose? I was so taken aback by this news that when I rolled down the news page and came across other news items such as killings in Baghdad, Afghanistan, suicide bombings, young kids with guns in their hands.. a point came when I couldn't go on reading anymore.

Stand Still

The best part about living on your own is that you go through drastic changes every now and then. You can't really pin point them but feel it in yourself. You make Yourself the focal point. Happiness lasts only long enough to remind you of the bitterness of life. People seem ruthless, when in fact you turn ruthless. Nothing really excites you. You smile and laugh even though thats the last thing you'd want to do. The world seems like a crazy place to be in. You stand still till change blows you apart.