drab clothes!!

when and what?
why and where?
how and whose?
in sensibilities i am loosing my senses;
in sophistications i am loosing the wildness;
in  my sleeps i am getting insomniac;
in my silences i am getting dumb...;
tear out ,please tear it out,
again i am loosing the screams out of my heart;
i  nomore desire to stay quiet,
though the silence in pores is now completely settled.
and i nomore in mood to ruin its nest;
but the guest is now getting irritated.
and the drawing room of my heart needs the speakers loud
with songs harsh,and the lyrics sharp......


hiramalik
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Coldplay - Fix You

i know

there is a need of strong courage to erase,when my mind already is too immune to these feels...

the powers of demons i need right now as the saintness is dragged on ragged lands too much..i nomre feel the felicity,the drenchness is already too much in each pore to feel!!

Kanye West - Dark Fantasy Lyrics

Kanye West - Dark Fantasy With Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I fantasized about this back in Chicago
Mercy, mercy me, that Murcielago
That's me, the first year that I blow
How you say broke in Spanish? Me no hablo
Me drown sorrow in that Diablo
Me found bravery in my bravado
DJs need to listen to the models
You ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy in your Serrato? ("You ain't got no Yeezy, nigga?")
Stupid, but what the fuck do I know?
I'm just a Chi-town nigga with a Nas flow
And my bitch in that new Phoebe Philo
So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow

Can we get much higher? (Higher, higher, higher?)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

Look like a fat booty Celine Dion
Sex is on fire, I'm the King of Leon-a Lewis, beyond the truest
Hey, teacher, teacher, tell me how do you respawn the students?
And refresh the page and restart the memory?
Respark the soul and rebuild the energy?
We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemies
Sorry for the night demons that still visit me
The plan was to drink until the pain over
But what's worse, the pain or the hangover?

Fresh air, rollin' down the window
Too many Urkels on your team, that's why your wins low
Don't make me pull the toys out, huh
Don't make me pull the toy-o-oy-oys
And fire up the engines
And then they make no-o-oi-o-oise

Can we get much higher? (Higher, higher, higher?)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

At the mall, there was a seance
Just kids, no parents
Then the sky filled with heron
(I saw the devil) In a Chrysler LeBaron
And the hell, it wouldn't spare us
(And the fires did declare us)
(But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress)
(And moved her back in Paris)

Can we get much higher? (Higher, higher, higher?)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh

Can we get much higher? (Higher, higher, higher?)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

i despise

u words but again books are my great accomapnier!

feel

i am nomore in mood to feel u anymore

the dark circles

why u stay under my eyes..i loothe u not in my lonesome feel,fo u the accompanier and worshipper of my unseen eyes!!

ancient livings

will u have to look fo the dreams of lavish lives again?

intellect mind!!

what if i loose the grip on words,these pages and pens would be useless to me than,but than can u stop my heart?..''my body is not a cage,its a cave with infinite endings and limitless starts''

O world!!

why not people hold their tongues for few minutes,i want to feel how u look like with dead silence....

folks

the mark on my forehead is not only a scar...i look at it everyday in the mirror and it reminds me ''how silver neights will veil once the golden spark one day''

my heart

countless times i worshipped u ,but i wonder how many times it filled my heart with sacredness....

i think

twice many time just fo this single thought ,''i wish u can take my sanity away''....

it blips!!

i breathed heavily out of any feel
as my mind is silent like my heart,
no new happenings around the hut of mine
and inside is weather more cold...
but y tonight my heart blipped!!?

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

insulate me more!!

agony is still powerful the most
i shielded my heart with the coating of numb
y still it burns,more it burns?
ask my eyes,how much they wept on sudden loss
it has made me to stop believing the nature of efforts
as the world's most painful feel is residing in its core....
seek me again please,i beg and i mourn,
fo the lostness i cant bear not anymore....
make my cry,fo the eyes are dry like a desert on draught
the barrenness has dwelled this planet ages ago....
not fo the sake of acceptance,neither in desire of love,
but my heart trembles to be thrown again once on bitter fields!!

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

redemption!!

take me out,
the air outside needs my lungs;
or my lungs needs some fresh air.....
i want to run long and long,
these paths needs the kiss of my footsteps;
or my feet are starving fo their touch....
i desire to stretch my arms ,
and grasp the silence, the noise;
or these noises needs my silence.....
i so long now to scream aloud,
as the deafness needs to be awaken;
or my voice longs to be heard.....
the world outside my little home is foggy,
the faces already so deceptive,
and this haziness has masked more the double masks,
now the layers on layers,
the masks with more masks,
the smiles with fears,
the agony with laughter.....
what is going to be the end of this unwritten unshared story.....
i wish to fly in these clouds,
and than scream aloud ,
as the ears on earths never have heard the sounds of my heart,
i wish u may lissen the rhythm ,the intensity of desire in this sound,u clouds...
the dew drops need my touch,
or may be the burning inside needs to be settled down in rush.....
mind of my is again crowded with the redemption or slavery,
i care not
as the hearts shall understand once the theory of my little mind!!!




hiramalik


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expressions of expressing!!

lights off,curtains up,stage infront,music on    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPke8J-LCRM&feature=player_embedded in background.....
a face appears white painted
no eyes no ears,
mouth zipped, statue of numb feel,
standing erect in the middle of field,
staring sideways with wide eyes
and strange gaze....
and than WITH the music  in background
he falls on the ground,
and the sound of sobbing,
the hearts starts melting,
the silence in hall,
the faces of spectators bewildered
on such sudden loss,
the curtains down,
but music still on....
the QUIETENESS like midnight
and than another face appears,
smiling but eyes full of tears,
and than sighs aloud,
the play starts now....
''words words words''
''wat u call them''?
''these faces faces faces''
''i ran in streets today to find the traces''
''of what?''
''of what?''
''of i, of u ,of thee,''
''u found them ,u found me?''
cries,and silence and than cries
''i found nothing''
''but i lost myself on those empty streets...''
silence...big silence
curtains down
play finished,
''what are the expressions of expressing''
long silence!!!

hiramalik
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i desire to make a play,with ''SILENCE''

RISE IN LOVE!!

the world's most powerful,engripping feel
the love in hearts,the love around
the emotion's best symphony,the flute's best lyrics
the miracle it implants,the rhYthm it sounds...


hiramalik
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these eyes do speak!!

tell me the word so surreal,
the sweeteness i adore,
the sultury feel i miss in these passing moments,
that dance still on edges sharp,
the endorsement of my world,i decorated with the flowers of prickle,
but they stink now..
dnt repel me again towards the pond of muddy feel,
i have escaped it long ago with efforts hard,
lit the candle again,
i am not in mood of celeberation';
but i want to feel again,once again,
the intensity of burning without turning to ashes...
the preecher of words,make me learn the art of silence,
my tongue is tired of speaking the words of odd
that burnt many fences in past;
i cant even mourn on the loss
fo the loss i made with my own cruel hands
and now the time has left the scars very far!!

hiramalik

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

trapped inside!!

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

do u know,
how if the memories of old traces
and the old faces,
we keep with us fo long,
travel with them the world so odd of past,
how it feels inside,;
as if u are trapped badly insde ur body's hive
and the escape is nomore
to fly in this free air
to breathe the fresh breeze
courage to tear out this fear.....
its like a cage,
or a fish jar,
decorated with the old ornament
dusting with rusty scars,
the entrapment,
the enslavement,
of old words,old faces,old hues,old traces;
is nomore less than the misery of phase
between life and death...
the vision still persists,
but the scenery of soothness
u see with haze!!

hiramalik
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Train - Hey, Soul Sister

Chris de Burgh - The Revolution

revolutionn,,yessssss revolution!!

today or otherday!!

IMAGE TAKEN BY ME!!

i spent a day today

in search of the lost ways

the winter on its bloom

the sunlight has lost its trace

the face of earth is shaded by misty fod

and the dew drops have worn the mask of hays

i tried to find my ways...

image taken by me....

i found colors many

out of black and white

the images were hazy

but they brought in me sparkling at height

the fever of old days ,i let the temperature of cold to embrace

and let myself move nakedly in my real attire

feel not the deception of these images around

ull face this everyday ull encounter them everynight

the trime have to get static on the corner wall of ur room

do one thing,

hang this rainbow in ur one circle ring

and revolve around it everynight

with the verse of new strength,enchanting plight!!

hiramalik

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the real painter,the bigger canvass!!

i stood there fo half an hour,to see how he was dyeing my dupatta...the use of colors,the immediate planning and than action and than the assessment of need of more hues,and than the way he suddenly dry the part of cloth to see whether it matches the desired one,and than again addition of more and than.....it goes and goes until we get our desired dye....

my mind drifted from that dyer to the times far back wen it all started....may be those times the idea of colors and painting actually originated from the ornamental needs of women ,and than it attracted the artistic minds so much that they started using the colors to create images of their imaginations....

that illiterate man,who sit there fo whole day dying clothes of different people with so many colors that one cant even imagine of their existence,..a little change in hue develop a totally different color and different vibration..that illiterate man plays so easily with these beautiful rainbows....i wondered..until half an hour passed so swiftly...,.. i paid..wanted to take his photo but something inside made me reluctant,may b too much crowdy fo introvert like me...so i delayed this image capture idea to the next time..and went off....

life is not the only image of black and white...these so many colours create beauty ,the actual vibrancy.....i felt may be this dyer if ever get an opportunity can play with these  colors more intricately than Sadeqain even...and it again made my mind drifted to the cruelty and dark aspect of society,social circles,authorities and financial problems...i drifted it away....

capacity can only be created if u wipe out ur incapacity with the desire of urs...yes the desires do matter like the need of colours in our clothes,the matching of passion with desire is as compulsory as the matching of laces with ur clothes...and than the struggle is the spice of everything as the neat stitching of clothes to make it beautiful..... i sometimes sit infront of my canvass empty minded and than at once my fingers start playing without any rein of mind capability,they just keep on drawing without the fear of wrong stroke ,with the curiosity to see something creative at the end...and than i conclude result when its complete,i make final finishing to make it presentable to my heart feelings...and than all the tiredness goes away with aLl those strokes.....

may be this way this dyer takes out his whole day tiredness and it satisfies his aesthetic sense ,the real artist in himself.....life's reality sometimes are very pretty delicate and harsh but sometimes like harshness of words,harshness of slaps that create changes,the harshness of its reality does,,may be a good one!!!!!!


hiramalik
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the real purpose!!

life is not in hands of bargain
i know i burn this candle everyday,
but the wind has the strongest power infront of my will,
its frail,i agree,its weak,
but i nurture it everytime with stubborn feel...


u give up,i care not,
to my intensity there is need of no being,
i may have to stand alone in this cold rain,
burst of fires,
and volcanic rage,
but ill stand till my last breath....
the time is high,
 the feeelings though are low,
but i care not even
coz i have seen the races,the nations
 being drowned in their deeds black,
now,
fo us,
i can see the prepared trap...


everyday u wake up,
everynight u sleep
in between
what are the deeds?
what is the purpose of this healthy beep?


i write and write
fo sake of what?
in favour of wat?
with what good use,?
when the day arises with same feel
and it ends in same steep....


the purpose if u ask me,
is to stand high,
be it alone,
when the time is low....


hiramalik
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pyambar-e-karwaan!!

is raat ka sahar itna kuen hai

kay aaj jab subah ko dekha

tou wo raat nazar aae

siyaah raat...

aay meray ham dam,

meree saans kee dorain bandh day

us lamhay kay qafas main,

kay aaj laho kee qeemat bhe chukaani hai mjhay....

kya hisaab kya khayal,

jaisay ujalay kay baad ke tanhai,

jaisay shaam kay baad yay siyah raat,

aisay hee bichay hain qadmon talay meray

wo unmitay nishaan...

aay pyambar-e-karwaan

mera pyaam itna hai bass,

kay us dais main bujhee rakh mere

wo jaltay shoolon ka anjaam,

ja kar zara dekhna

aur kahna us fiza say,

aaj bhe mjhay khayal hai us raat ka

kay us kay sahar main bujhee hai mere har subah, har shaam!!

hiramalik

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nomore lame people,trashed faces!!

i have left the reasons
behined the curtains many
fo no words shall be uttered again
from the mouths of sanes,
from the hearts so fake,
from the gestures utterly lame.....
the hue of silver nights,
the songs of shallow hearts,
the mourn of lonely being,
the deception of self pity scars,
i now despise the faces of such feels,
that left my wounds on sharp edges unhealed!!


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

michael bolton how am i suppose to live w/o you(HQ)

Landon Pigg - Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop

frozen!!

sit by my side

u know,

my heart on 7th sky

yet somewhere inside i ifeel to look down

at my ragged land

where my spirit once travelled on sharp edges

and where i learnt to shed my tears lonely,

as here amongst these blue clouds

the feeling of being on fire is nomore around

and its coldness is freezing me to death ,once again !!

hiramalik

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how can i abandon u!!

abandon it my friend the act of writing on blank pages
from ur black mind
white soul,
fo how long
the words of lame wisdom will affect ur solitary heart..
see,
the year has started again
with new bloom,
keep it aside the blue pen
the ink is going to end,
i guess ill have to bring a new pen this year
as the words are looking at my ways again
like my innocent child
and i can never negate the hearts of pretty souls!!


hiramalik
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i wipe it everytime!!

new roads are taking me to the corner of light
i desire to stand there
and wish nothing else,
as the standing itself needs courage high
spirit uplifted
and eyes not hazzy with reflection of old soul!!


hiramalik
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freedom!!

life's best miracle ,create my heart
as the sunset has again appeared on skies of new year
and the feelings have again started invading the grown up heart
that learnt to breathe out of the dead year
and survived ,be it a fragile....
learn to see the horizons golden yellow
on towering blue sheath
and breathe out heavily
the rotten memory
the old songs
the worn out feel.....


hiramalik
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Sanam Marvi & Rahat Fateh Ali Khan - Parchan Shaal Pavar Dhola

another my mosttttttttttt fav..i lissen it again and again and have never got tired..this voice is gonna rule in sufi world soon

raat yuun dil me.n terii kho'ii huu'ii yaad - nayyara noor

GOD this voice is wat a perfect oneeee and ds song is just ....m speechless..lisssen and just lissen

Dasht-e-tanhai mein ae jaan-e-jahan (Iqbal Bano)

and ds one too i sang alot..loll ,golden voice,ever golden face

Bahar aai to jaisay -Tina sani

i used to sing ds alotttttt once in ages

John Mayer - Slow Dancing In A Burning Room (Live in LA) [High Def!]

here goes one of my most most fav of mr.mayer.....