Dearest,

today after a long time, i took myy tools and went out on pasture-land, sat there infront of sunset..vivid icy brezze touched me and i shivered not out of cold but on strange play of Summer breeze.... i took off my shoes and felt the wetty grass-field under my soles..they tickled and i giggled...

i am going again on that voyage that we used to plan once.. the enticement, thrill and joy of its imagination is making me so restless that cant even i sleep at nights... sun is still blooming and will be ,once ill be on expedition but ill miss ur naive smile u used to pass on even in ur laziness.. my heart yet again on enthusiasm and it is meeting to the rays of heaven.. last night i held arm of an angel and  i travelled ur land.. it was an amazing feel, still i can feel the scent of those daffodils....

dear, i wanted to tell u that as u used to dream and fantasize of color fields and believed that every color has its own beauty, today i dare to contradict the statement of urs with great pain....  i made a statue today with my these tiny tools and attire was bright too, but even after my diring efforts cudnt shape the weariness to brightness.. i chose red ,yes dear red, ur favourite color, but it mocked itself ,the presence of sadness.. i made it naked at the end with this conclusion '' colors dnt makes look everyone happy''...

my heart bleeding so is my  eyes teary, for i never thought of denying ur little dreams, tiny pretty dreams.. but i am leaving my tools behined again where we met, in memory of u, or may be i am giving up, for i  failed in naming colors, i failed badly in bringing brightness with mere those colors u admired... i am a looser for i took long to learn the lesson of life in ur colorless eyes!!


hiramalik

She is set to fly back
After devouring the all tastes
As her heart is unsettled for days and years
And these wide miles
Between,
Her heart and the lover
Are life takers
Slowly slowly
Bit by bit,,...
the last steps of her breaths
She wants to inhale and exhale
Where her heart stayed forever and ever!

So ,
She is set to fly back
To Homeland!

a tribute to TAHIR SQUARE CAIRO


intensified by the desire of better life,they came on streets...slogans echoed in air of serene and peaceful environment,air started filled with the spark of revolution,lanes started mark themselves with footsteps of revolutionists,and hearts started beating on new frequency......it was a dark world,with sleeping saints and guarding demons,it was the blue evening with no hope of rising sun..it was the part of that world on face of map where the suffocation started making its heap......

insomnia ,in part of our life,sometimes is the biggest need,like the necessity of air..it is needed badly so the eyes for a time being forget the pathways to sleep....awakening is blessing,but it becomes an eternal gift when  eyes adopt themSELVES to it even the night is dark and the lights are dead....Fears ,the guard of our beating heart,but Courage is most fruitful when it scratches it off from the trembling body,when the winters on its bloom,and coldness has resided in big veins....

mark of each and every footstep if u observe ,it will reveal u different stories of courage,determination,evolution and un-ended fight.....traces disappear ,but sand particles always remember the kiss of those brave hearts ,of voices against slavery,of intense struggle,of new hope .....the sweet pungent aroma of those slogans in air,is always remarked with the tears of appreciation,bright smiles of honor and pride.....though the nations of nations will be changed in drift of seconds,but submergence in deep ocean of revolution ,once u dive in it,than the heart and soul of urs can drink all the blue waters of this universe and still it will stay unquenched..


like a wild flower,
near the stream of flowing fresh water,
with sun sparkling at height of a new day,
stay there with  ur roots affirmed,
with ur petals fresh,
be they painful to the passing byes,
but stay there
with sweet pungent smell
with courage un faltered
with face so innocent....

little words ,a shelter.a refuge,an expression to me,for defining the world of faith,of hope,of sensitivity,of feeling high when nature is lowering u down,of bravery,of same repeating sentences but with different  meanings again and again...of PARADISE,of LIFE!!

hiramalik

closing eyes, and feeling the wind against me, I told him "you are very lucky"

I fear to stay alone, but than I feel once ill overcome this fear ill find my real self!!

sometimes you have all the things in order, like all the planets revolving around the sun in specific pace, but you are not in shape. You sit down quietly, tries to find out, asks urself sometimes even when your own brain is non-functional, even in this devastated case you still ASK, and there is a big giant dark deep black hole of silence.......


wonder sometimes, why our voices echo in the long thin alley of tunnel, that has no end, or may be has dead end?
just to ensure us, in the thin and thick of the darkest hour, u are ur own best friend, ur shadow is ur only admirer and the one and only lissener.....


catharsis have no name, catharsis are the lightening in the dark cloud, like a very flashy, screeching lightening, that pours upon the earth in the form of rain...this much soothing it is......Yes , screaming sometimes is very intimidating....

we human complicate things so much in our head, amalgamate relations so badly, **** up and ruin all the charaters so blurry, that in the end, we ourselves are unaware where we heading towards......

I , being disappointed of all the reassurance, turned it on "the relaxing music of meditation" on you-tube, and I feel, life is sometimes very simple, only the heart is an enemy!!!

do u knw how much i loved u? how much i cherished my garden of heart with ur fragrance?
more than the fountains could hold the water, more than the skies could en-grip the stars on its breast,
more than tongue could taste the flavors of nature, more than eyes could see the vision dispersed!!
in my sleep, in my awakenings i stayed drunk, reciting verses of u and u,
the drunkenness is on its verge, but i have given up on that virginity of deep ,blind love!!


today when i woke up, sun called upon West,
the face of East was blurred, and Summer was hot, red with blood,
people i heard of screaming , running on naked edgy streets,
and sun denied to embrase the shoulder of West, with long days, tiring in dreary.....
i looked upon my bleeding heart, the flashes of old love enchanted there once,
and i wrapped up the memoir old, for the present is bleeding more heavily!!!