Friday, December 31, 2010

a farewell to 2010!!


i saw around me,
left to right
front to back
up and down
360 degrees around
than change the angle to oblique
horizontally linear
and than vertically ,
i found the space
the silent space...
with my fingertip
i started making a circles round
and to my astonishment 
the faces appears
those lovely faces
like a rainbow of thousand colours
like sunlight mesmerising in cold winters
like a joy unexplainable
like a heart on tranquile,
the faces ,my beloved's face,
the hue,my loved ones hue,
like an aroma from some fairy tales...
i burnt the candles without a cake
and smiled with a gleeful heart
on blessing of ALLAH!!

hiramalik





i have taken this picture from google,it doesnot belong to me!!

Survivor- Eye Of The Tiger (Live)

justice or unjustice!!

 KARACHI: The Supreme Court of Pakistan, in a case lasting for a period of 50 years, finally declared Abdul Jabbar the actual owner of a disputed land worth millions of rupees, Geo News reported Thursday.

A man named Muhammad Hayat illegally occupied 512 acres land of Abdul Jabbar Nizamani in the year 1960. Hayat adopted the stance that Jabbar’s father had sold the land to Hayat for Rs64,000 and given possession of the land on payment of Rs13,000.

Sindh High Court had in 2005 decided the case in favor of Abdul Jabbar Nizamani but the defendant later got a stay by filing a petition in the Supreme Court. 

Today, a bench of Supreme Court Karachi Registry comprising Chief Justice Iftikhar Muhammad Chaudhry and Justice Jawad S Khwaja dismissed the appeal of the defendant and ordered him to bear all the expenses of the case.

Talking to Geo News Abdul Jabbar said he had spent his whole life hand to mouth waiting for justice to be done. He said he also had to beg to feed himself.


exile of the freedom
do u know what is called labour?
carrying the piles of bricks
or whole day long working under sun?
No;
its the imprisonment of life
in frame of cruel time,
when u desire time halts fo a while
but it makes u helpless in ur attire...
enjoyable?
or mournful?
see the faces around,
hairs grey,
face wrinkled,
like the centuries of cruel moments
left the irrepairable scars on the dark skin,
hunch back?
not a disease it is my friend,
the burden of this cruel feel has let me drown in my own so called living...
justice u talk about,
here today every day clouds bark not out of rage
or fiereceness hard,
but of disappointment of every day,
the loss of faces
in search of their own valuable traces,
the loss of hope
in search of the strong rop,
the loss of identity
in search of reality!!

to abduljabbar nizaamani,,a little note to show how much my heart cried on such misery...
its a justice or unjustice!!!!!
salute to my society.....

hiramalik


paulo coelho's blog.............(shut the door,change the record,clean the house,shake off the dust)

One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.
Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.
Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.
You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister.
Everyone is finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.
Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.
That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.
Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.
Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them.
Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood.
Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.”
Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back.
Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need.
This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.
Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life.
Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.
Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.



MY TEACHER!!

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Anal haq

Bayhijaab naan kar aaj qurbatoon kay raaz
mera rab koe aur mera sajda kaheen aur
matam-e-marg main guzree hai yay siyah raat
mera falsafa koe aur mere nigah kaheen aur
bujha dia aaj main nain wasal ka jalta dia
mere tamannah koe aur tamannah-e-riazat koe aur
aaghaaz abhee mumkin nhn aay meray shahar kay baasi
yay silsala hai kuch aur anjaam-e-silsala koe aur
aay hakim-e-waqt ,aay tabeeb-ay-ulfat
yay marg hai kuch aur murg-e-dawa koe aur!!




hiramalik
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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

cold rain!!

today when i stood under the golden sky
i asked the reason of its silence fo so long
it gave me a skeptical look at time of misty fog
and than on my desire ,shed tears little...
i smiled!!
its a first cold rain of this thick december
and i am feeling to fly high with u my sky!!


hiramalik
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keep ur dreams aside!!!

laminate me with the yellow coating of ur serene fall
today i am on my way to the destination far,
and the vehicle of mine is moving as rapidly as my free mind,
and the roads are sharp and edgy
the darkness has started to veil the white queen
and the lights of lamp are falling sheepishly;
so laminate me and my heart....


i  tried hard to focus on the destination far,
the music in my car is loud and soft,
the contrast of images i tried to keep ajar,
but the mind of mine is rebellious so far,
it needs the lamination of ur image,away from these feelings bizarre.....


the wanderer star i saw on the sky late night,
and than the fading amongst the dark trails like my unshed desires,
i closed my eyes hard in search of my inner light,
and the fear of destination haunted my anticipated plight,
face now the reality and take its delightful bite,
let the fantasy fo the night's charmer,keep ur dreams aside!!




hiramalik
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i have taken this image from google,it doesnot belong to me|!!

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

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i have taken this image from google,it doesnot belong to me!!

shuffle the words of ur vocabulary
the mind in pace,
can u see the image clearly now
of moving trails,
i am the wanderer in light
from the routes of demon,
i have achieved this optimism
after the ages of hardship from my tribe..
the healing of words,
apply it on ur wounds
forget the hearts in pain
and feel the bless of its rain!!

hiramalik
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Thursday, December 23, 2010

THIRD EYE!!!




bring forth,
the dynamicity of third eye,
the binocular vision has got weary,
of the sights of 
murder,
robbery
and theft.....

once broken,
how can u heal it ever,
as the glass of globe
was made in heaven..
and,
it was unique,
more than the seven wonders of this damn world!


i opened the pyramid,
and the triangle encircled me in its 3 corner orbit,
the silence dwelled at once,
and i got deaf,
deadly deaf,
of the outside herd,
in a strange,charismatic world...

life may be is too wonderous
fo ur invisible eyes,
but sometimes
if the time is favourable,
look back fo a while,
the symphony it created
in its exile!!


hiramalik



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fire!!

wenever i burn it,
i feel the ashes are telling me
the meaning of my existance
and mocking at my desires
to be a world's emperor
as the end of every soul
the fate of every body
the result of every hardship
the night of  every fire
is like the greyness of ashes,
timid faces,
blurr images,
hazy passions,
fading traces,
wasted lessons,
fly away like the tiny particles
in air,
and get lost,
without any care!!


hiramalik

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the battle inside!!

 i wonder,how sometimes we used words to conceal the bitterness and all sorts of feelings inside us growing....
and this span is so short,,that once we are donewith speaking or writing,,we come out of that sophistacated control of our emotions and again becomes a beast uncontrolled and helpless infront of our feelings......


consolation of our ownself is like a meditation, a silent meditation,with no posture,no compulsion to breathe in and breathe out...but just a silent fight,,with our own overwhelming emotions,and killer feels....


we all ,everytime encounter such battle,,coz we are still alive,,...it doesnot matter we are human or aliens,wat matter is v should b a brave soldier,,who learns how to fight,,and if fail,,again have a courage to fight....

its no bad to cry,its no bad not to cry,,its no bad to write bad stuff,,its again no bad to feel bad....wat important is how u control such emotions and dnt let themm to overpower u.....

we all have to taste the sand of our graves one day.....we all have too go,,who feel that this world is not gonna run without them.......so why not to fight with courage and head high,,so atleast we are not left with repent and lots of regrets.......

MY OWN IDEA,,AS I LIVE WITH THIS,,AND EVERYTIME I FIGHT BECAUSE I WANT TO,AND BECAUSE HE BESTOWS ME WITH SUCH COURAGE......

will power we create,,,not it controls us....its all in our hands,,as miseries have never left this world,,and it still is sustaining because most of us never gave up....!!!!

hiramalik

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my voice is affirmed....

 the moon if asked u
ever of the mystery of ur glow
reveal the words,the rhyme
u been singing all alone
on mountains of courage
with the sound of drum
beating on the drum bed of ur heart...


so forlon is the image of beauty
in front my eyes;s enchanting desire
that whatever i see now,
i see nothing
but the image of ur buoy...

if ur body is burnt,
get the image marker,
and if its ruined,
find the consolation in arms of ur soul....


what u feel has revealed from the eight sky,
its the voice of ur love,
its the order of divine,
heal ur wounds that  are so deep
that ur soul is craving fo the eternal light!!

hiramalik

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i am not a worshipper of A,B,C......

did u ever beguile ur heart
with the temporary beauty of little bubbles
wen it cant be cuddled even
by the sight of heavens...

why i ask questions from my heart,
wen my eyes saw nothing
my beating organ felt nothing
wen i passed the routes all alone
and wen i expected nothing in turn from the beauties of nature,
y than so many questions ii ask,
that are always unheard,
unanswered??


sigh!!
the colour of red in my wine,
today dwelled in my red vessels,
and than i forgot every soul,
every being...?


make a snare for ur heart
by ur soul,
so both stay related to each other,
forever,
like the drunkard remains near the wine's bowl!! 

HIRAMALIK

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u worry too much!!

 y u worry,
y ?
wen i am ur light
in  this dark,
come hold unto me....
y u worry,
y?
wen my beat is u
in my heart,
like a blood
u rush,
the fountains
of flood...
y u worry
y?
wen in my eyes
its ur shadow,
that floats
without any doubt,
in my soul's meadows....
y u worry
y?
wn in my breaths,
in my moves,
in my feels,
in my nights,
in my days,
u reside,
with ur all powers
ur scent is just the reason of me being alive
and my frailed heart is settled erect on words
on presence of ur touch
on ur tomb my soul hovers
in search of ur love!!

simple words,but becomes heaven wen uttered by the heart of love!


hiramalik

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time to go home!!

 i wandered too much
in cities,
and amogst the streets
so empty,
with faces,yes!!,
they were all around,though,
but yet they were isolated
of faces,
of shapes,
of figures,
so forlon,i wandered all alone,
like a nightangle sings her heart out,
in search of a sweeeteness in her voice,
that echoes back through the hard mountains,
and melt the stony caves....
i felt the grazefield was in juvenile,
and the flowers were erupted from their shyness,
the weather was on its bloom,
yet i miss those empty streets of Rome
and the sadness of Berlin,
in my veins
still,
ii find the peace,
on these empty streets!!!

hiramalik

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