my heart is full of too many feelings
unknown and known,
and i look for wat i want really
before it getrs too late!!
life is strange, this enigma amaze me again and again,
every time it brings new words, some different change,
i count on my heart for everythng, for all irrelevant talks,
but somewhere deep inside, it relies on the feeble step of my shabby walks...
incomplete!!
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
like this , like that!!
somethings can never be changed,
inevitable ,
compulsory,
like breaths come and go,
like waiting continues,
like this transformation,
like faces and faces,
replacing,
like these words never ending...
yes , i know
people have spent their lives in silence,
so and so many stories,
my mind can understand never,
but some feelings pile up in u,
like clouds rain and rain,
like sun throws light every day,
like me and like u,
and keep on haunting u with their flow!!
hiramalik
inevitable ,
compulsory,
like breaths come and go,
like waiting continues,
like this transformation,
like faces and faces,
replacing,
like these words never ending...
yes , i know
people have spent their lives in silence,
so and so many stories,
my mind can understand never,
but some feelings pile up in u,
like clouds rain and rain,
like sun throws light every day,
like me and like u,
and keep on haunting u with their flow!!
hiramalik
GOD'S wondering!!
every one is engrossed too much in one self, that GOD wonders y HE created this world for them,. rather HE should have created somethng more beautiful and useful for HIS ownself!
there is no place!!
there is no space for those who think wat step to take and when..who look around and in their sadness forget the rhymes..who count pebbles with their toes, and than sit their on dusty road in their sinkness..
there is no space for those words, that are whispered in the state of sheer helplessness..sunset is there all the time, even in mornings..i can see the clouds very thick and dark... y cant i see anythng!!
the vision if u keep, throw it out to some far far place, there is no place for those who see and think!!
there is no space for those words, that are whispered in the state of sheer helplessness..sunset is there all the time, even in mornings..i can see the clouds very thick and dark... y cant i see anythng!!
the vision if u keep, throw it out to some far far place, there is no place for those who see and think!!
too busy!!
will u lissen to what ill scream!!?
even if i shout out with my lungs congested with heaviness of words, they wont..they are too busy in their ignorance!!
even if i shout out with my lungs congested with heaviness of words, they wont..they are too busy in their ignorance!!
the discripency!!
tunes diminish on same ending, the start with hipe, the middle with flow and end with sadness...
this is the world of sophisticated!!
i think what to think on this system of this so called sophisticated world, where the richest move in expensive attires, eat in lavish restaurants, and poor doesnot even have a place to sleep, no clothes to cover their nakedness..and their minds are proceesed from the origion of gutter to prepare them to die in the same filthiness..
O yes this is called world of sophisticated!!
O yes this is called world of sophisticated!!
animals or humans!!
i look around with such fading of my face, the desperation this crowd have, the restlessness in their walks, in their thoughts the randomness, as if animals are residing in form of humans...
Thursday, August 25, 2011
A MIRACLE!!
can u give me what i never asked>? can u read me in my silence? can u read the lines of my face? can u for once make love to me, by being me? and can u answer what i never asked?
y not miracles happen? ppl say they used to.... what can be greater miracle than this that ur lover understand ur muteness, and heal the pain in ur sleep!!!
y not miracles happen? ppl say they used to.... what can be greater miracle than this that ur lover understand ur muteness, and heal the pain in ur sleep!!!
in departing!!
in departing of winds, the turmoil of my naive efforts speak
and ask me to lissen the whispers in its sack,
it bings along, after covering distances of thousands miles,
feet are weary so the body speaks nthng in this tirednes,
but my juvinile spirit on its peak of strength!!
this life has snatched more than what i gave to its seed,
the waters of my soull drench its weed , everyday, night, in every feel,,,
i am glorious, for it is does speak in its silence,
the love for me, the relatedness of my muteness in its voilence!!
hiramalik
and ask me to lissen the whispers in its sack,
it bings along, after covering distances of thousands miles,
feet are weary so the body speaks nthng in this tirednes,
but my juvinile spirit on its peak of strength!!
this life has snatched more than what i gave to its seed,
the waters of my soull drench its weed , everyday, night, in every feel,,,
i am glorious, for it is does speak in its silence,
the love for me, the relatedness of my muteness in its voilence!!
hiramalik
like seasons come and go!!!
i loose myself every day inthis conquest of me,
as trees loose their leaves every autumn
and with arrival of new morning, i blossom,
like petals of fresh bud smile to sparkling light,
such is my life, like seasons come and go...
hiramalik
as trees loose their leaves every autumn
and with arrival of new morning, i blossom,
like petals of fresh bud smile to sparkling light,
such is my life, like seasons come and go...
hiramalik
n than time escapes
from the hanging clocks, from wrist watches n from the slate of ur minds...the calculation of days n nights go useless, for u loose urself in its escape!
winters in my heart, autumn in my birth!!!
photography:courtesy of fiaz tariq photography
to pay in harshness of ur moments,
in lameness of thoughts, when all is numb,
unveiled, and under the cover of dust and dust,,
the grave wud have been easy and beautiful,
than what this life gives in counting uncountable....
i close my eyes, for not they pain, for not they are teary,
the seasons of autumn has resided therein for long, since so long,
that now my memory no more reveals the story,
but for temporary stay in shelter of my fantasy!!
in waiting, this night is getting too heavy and long,
like in wait of lover, minutes turns into centuries..
i despise the sound of music, the foggy winter reminds me with stories many,
the sound of their broken hearts, the lyrics in their flying mist,
the fragrance of their lazy mornings, and traces of those leaving footmarks,
can i ever forget?
its such an Autumn, whose yellow leaves are dispersed near the front door of my memories,
in never leaving spring even,
and sunshine of hot summers can never melt ice on my painful spirit, broken heart...
hiramalik