philanthropist!!!

dignity? respect? love? fame?
humanity? sacredity? sensitivity? or a wild game?
i am world's most dignified feel,
when drowned away,when murdered brutally...
behined those dark mirrors,glow a light of ur heart,
the universe will un-veil soon the secrets of plight...
destinations are not marked on pencil and paper,
drench them with ur soul's integrity,
that cram the words of sacred love with each beat,
when coldness hail, when stars depart,
it absorb insanity ,burn itself on its heat!!



i do write and write too much, haphazard ,meaning less and meaning ful may be-- like an oxygen they breathe in me, what i cud never express in words, i write-- a catharsis is like a medicine that heal the fire inside of u.. like a lonely face when u sit by the river bank, these words accompany u, make u laugh and cry on those passing moments u cherished on those pathways.... lights do depart from our vision but heart is the only source that lit it up inside hidden from the intellectual's vision.. i am the worshipper of heart that always has made me encountered with beautiful souls around.... in my prison i show philanthropy to my poor soul that always has yearned for the light of my heart......




hiramalik

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

hazy moments!!

its making me cry
how memories those held me once,
are leaving their traces one by one,
ppl do stay, times but run away;
y m i left here ,
with muted whisperings,
no meaning,
but aimless sounds,
makes me bound,
to un-attached,weavering strings;
ALAS!,
i wrap my heart again ,
so this ache may not awake
once again
those running haze,
i am controlling back helplessly!!


hiramalik

my PICTURE!!:)

hollowness!!

filtering sun beam, the shadow it has traced behined
the trails that still kiss the departing rays of early dawn,
i despise those lazy ,naive heap of golden hue,
lingering away ,dozing off the last yawn....
birds stil finding their ways to their nest,
when tiredness has penetrated the tiny cages
and sweaty tiresome feeling desiring ways to take long rest.....
i imitate to be strong in my faltering shelf,
when evenings even leaving their dark hands,
immaculating the last trace;
modesty please hold my lap, my imaginations are captivating me strong,
lest they drown me in their blue oceans,
i need desperately a dry bank,
where i cud see the sharp silhouette of light,
the ripples of their motions,
before i go blind out of my sight!! hiramalik

complacent sleep!!

lured by sheath of green velvet
my heart craved for some silver dissertations,
out of the eligibility,
like a complacent sleep,
far on hilly hills,
lonely souls bereaved,
and waterfalls jumped out of their nasty shells,
to overcome the hollow breach...
i held my hand far away
in search of fragments of warm seasons,
coldness embarked my lonely stem,
and i moaned without any visible reason...
encircle again the words of bewilderment
with those strange joys,
i am full of desires, again
as the barren land has held me tight in my complacent sleep!!


hiramalik

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

Wont Get Fooled Again

Strings Mein tau Dekhonga.wmv

i regain myself in momentum of time!!

like a carefree pendulum,
I move to and fro,
From high to low,
I taste in moments many
Of bitter and sweet
Of cold and heat...
Deep down in hearts of glacier,
I make a knock with every feel,
I scribble faces many,
Just to break the pace of mountaineer...
Everyday i worship blazing Sun ,
For hopes too many,
That I loose near the bank of my heart,
In search of my quenchness when i am thirsty!

Hiramalik

cries of absolute contradiction!!

insomniac!
Carrying eyes of red bull,
Soring!
Carrying hearts painful,
Trembling!
Carrying face merciful....
The soul still is beeming with dim light,
as on its slab,
Scriptures written are soulful....
Give me an idea of those blind visions,
Where depart the reality from un-reality,
And world where carries no song in merciless hearts,
And Where there is no shame in infidelity....
The plant i planted ,
Tday it has grown to its peak,
Taper my breaths in its green roots,
For i have lost the freshness in barren feels of this man made heaven....
Disasterous words flow in air,
Like this breathing oxygen,
nature has set its journey hence,
To lands of shaking earths ,growling clouds,
For the sky is ready to kiss deep the infertile planes of this world,
Once again,but for the last time......

Hiramalik

its the matter of one breath!!

its the matter of one breath,
Of blinking for only once for nvr opening them,
Of movement little,
And it is the travelling from first door to second one,
Half ajar half closed,
in between dark and bright,
Its the matter of only death in enlightened life...

Hiramalik

sleepless!!

sleepless in hours of night,
where if u walk by on ur toes,
World will wake up from the noise of silence..


sleepless,
When eyes detest the sparkling visions of heaven,
In their insanity of deep sleep....


Sleepless,
When tiredness embrace the sheath of warmth,
Wrap it around its cold body,
to be a dead slave in hands of alive murderer,
N 
I
Am
Sleepless
In these random thoughts!

Hiramalik

mausoleum!

how can i make a tomb in memory of my heart
When the towering of its beat in juvenile was unreachable by heaights..

Soul's search in desire of its own soul
Is same as tthe honey bee roam around to look for its desired color amongst many beautiful feel....

Break the sun ,and drench the moon,
Clouds today have decided to overpower the soul of thirsty nature,
In times of departing noon.....

The water is flowing without any command,and the dams are broken,
Y to seal the giant ocean in mausoleum of ur heart when it has no boundary of intense emotions...

Hiramalik

over the hills and far away!!

where i have left the torch of those moments,
Once under roof of theirs i spent my day and night,
Joyfully,
without any sense of future,
Without any fear of loss,
Without any hint of gamble,
Without any idea of remorse....
And i went on staying,
Under roof with that light,
Blind!
even in times of heavy rains,
I sheltered behined its glow,
And worshiped the beauty like an insane....

Over the hills and far away,
where i have left the torch,
After years gone,and times passed,
I look back from the veils of those dusty memories,
The reasons of that love,the joy of those hazy feels,
And i stay blunt,with mind numb,
With heart silent,
In honour of those ushered moments spent in madness of love,
When i held them close to my heart even in their sheer voilence....

Hiramalik.

red scripture!!!

i wrote my fate
from the lines of my hand,
I ran across the desert
With parched lips on warm sand,
I shouted out,screamed hard my name,
Amongst the crowd of dead,
I gave light with my spirit
To sleeping blind heads....
Alas but,
My deep rooted veins decieved my own body,
The cutting knife penetrated the heart shape
With its own hand,pierecing words..
The air of my hut itself closed the windows hard,
Suffocated me to death...
And the light of my own soul,
Enshaped its core to wild,
Engulfed me whole....
The season have arrived with spring shape,
The weather dusted away warm summers,
But now in times good,
My dead body, parched soul,
Is murdered in hands of its own....

Hiramalik

nameless!!

in my cries of those dark nights,
I tried to find my destiny in hands of bargainers;
Their faces masked,their bodies dark,
But tongues sweet in my deep sleep....
The cunningness behined those sharp eyes,
I cudnt ever see,in dark nights;
i tried to find my destiny,
And name to my nameless feels....
burning on those cold coals,
roughness of those smooth roads,
Intensity of the hot flame,
Darkness in arising fame,
I tamed my befallen spirits,
collected those broken pieces with bleeding fingers...
and looked with drowsy head ,teary eyes,
Towards dawn of morning new, hopeful sights....

Hiramalik

quest!!

i close my eyes in dreams of night,
To touch the face of reality,
To hold the hand in shrouded colors of cruelty,
In my dreams ,i make a dream,
In quest of love in dark feels...
Stars tonight are shiny n my each pore is burning on desire,
The dance of love, a madness in ecstasy...
cum under my feet, i desire to taste the blueness of u Sky,
Hold my heart high, n fill its vessel to its brim,
With un-ending passion, an intense fire...

Hiramalik

and night went on with softness!!

if i pretend to be a saint,
Will u save me tonight in warmth of those wide arms,
When hearts asleep,and souls cry...


If i pretend to feel good,
Will u hold my tears,
That flow in oceans of universe like a fierec fear....


if i pretend to be a pretty faced,
Will u turn off the lights,
Those who judge my rudness,those who blind my sight...


If i pretend to care of those rigid feels,
Will u lay before me the carpet of love, and ornament of its desireful hue,
When souls stink at hight time, and time fears of looking behined....

Hiramalik

is shahar main khareedar buhat hain!

mjhay is shahar kay darwaazon say dar lagta hai,
Kay in main chupee kahanian kaheen,
Mere raftar zindagii,
Mere khamoosh dastaan ko apnii aaghosh main naan lay lai....
Mjhay un raaston main bichay qadmon kay nishan,
Aik taveel musaafat kee faryad daitee hain,
Jaisay koe bay jaan khayal awaaz ka muntizar ho....
Meray hijaab main chupay buhat alfaaz,
kae khayaal,
Us shaam kay muntazir hain,
Jab bujhee raakh main say koe chingarii meray wajood main aag lga day,
Mjhay muhabbat ka mafhoom samjha day,
Kay qaroobar buhat,
Aur khareedar buhat hain....

Hiramalik

blue waves!!

i wonder how days and nights
talk in whisper
Of change of shapes of blazing sun,
Under influence of bright stars around round moon;
World's brightest feel ,
Love ur heart with essence of gold,
Worshipping under deep sea,
Full of jewels unknown ,
Or may be known to the souls of curious,
Or brilliance of minds amongst rust....
They talk in wonder,
Of passing of times,
Embracing each one's arms,on parthways with absent mind,
Under care of those leisure moments,
Running times....
And wen u hold ur feet from the constant turmoil,
Hanging clock halts ,forgetting the constant trial......
Life is vanished already for my heart feels no feel,
Its a constant war,or a programmed desire for the dust of grave,
In hands of grief.....

Hiramalik

in search!!

wat wales of south muttering? Wat is the reason of these vibes blowing haphazrdly? Why not the directions change their directions? Pathways remain same, faces change, marks of footsteps mark histories different - 
Search ! My heart yearns but i find no reason, as its on churning wheel and the heaviness keeps on making bundles of piles.... I stare with wide eyes and empty face as all words are new to me, as the faces i come across are from another world - i smile lazily for i fear of being exposed by naked eyes, when whole my life i kept myself in thick veil.....
Closeness to being was never desired, for i have tasted the bitter before actually tasting it - may be its my cowardness that i close my eyes before falling in deep well... The peakenss of mountains are fascinating only if u click an image, the efforts to climb up its peak neads strong heart and courage un-altered.....
I take steps without sense of any direction, without any feel i smile... Do i own a life or i am walking on deads? Even blinds sense the direction, y have i closed the door so tightly? Blindness if were bestowed like a blessing ,even i will nvr ever desire, coz in my vision i see nothing....
''Life'', a word i use a lot- what have i seen of it.? Ups and downs of emotional jolts for no reason but in search- search of what? What is tthe destination of a traveler who travels without any map in his mind... World is vast and walking on its line without any sense;does it make sense? And than i question, why to sound sane, when in ur sanity u are called prostitute , a whore... When in ur laughings u are labelled as rebellious and carefree... 


May be i feel too much in numbness- seekings of ur ownself is itself a difficulty....

Hiramalik

in rays of black emotions!!

devastated motions
In rays of despair,
I look high
To the blue sky,
A jolt,
Or shudder of bolts,
Throw me down,
On face of unshed desire...
I look high,
To the blue sky;
Decayed ornaments,
On faces wd charismatic looks,
I tried to bent,
Sharp stares, egoistic hook...
It broke me off,
Torn me apart,
In fires of stove,
and my footsteps halt;
For the blue sky,
When i look high!


Hiramalik

a road less travelled!!

a long road,
Travelled less,
Like a vision blurred,
amongst hazy mountains, with diving sun,
When shadows loose their marks,
And world embrace the hearts of deep sleep,
A long road than,
Creates stories different,
Scribbles the pages of histories....
One golden eve,
I sat near the river flowing,
Kissing the bank of this lonely street,
Looking high with birds flying,
Tired and weary;
I sat silent in memory of those time beings,
When noises and cheering rang bells at its far end,
With colors different;
I kissed the sleeping road,
That once long ago was travelled by spectators many,
And now sewing the old stories again and again,
with desire to be kissed again,
With same tenderness in its sheer pain....

Hiramalik