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Saturday, October 29, 2011

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my heart pained , in screams it suppress this unended pain

oh do u knw how i smile ,

i smile with pain,

i laugh in pain

i see nnthng , fo this haze never let me..

can u feel, the suppressed cries, the brutal biterness

these angers, these hloud shouts,

i mask my pain

and it emerges like a full blooming sun, in flare....

yes i lost respect in love, i lost me

can u ever let me find what i need

myself?

hiramalik

Sunday, October 16, 2011

the stance of one glimpse,
I halt it there,
That makes me powerless in my strength,
I hold it in round circle,
To revolve with swiftness,
When edges are rough, and clouds on thunder...
The trance in pain, i pour the wine in my soul's vessel,
and drink it naive , feel the potency ,
My tongue though soring, my heart yet dozing...
Painful remark leave hilarious trace on my parts,
Scratch them not,
i hold the cart,
For its sweetness is more addictive than the celeberations around...

Hiramalik

scented

i perspired with my heavy breaths,
At the end of journey tiresome, hardships many,
I breathed heavily,
When my eyes scum the visionary feel,
With haziness million, with fadeness many..
I held in my hand the written scribble,
with words thousands, beats many..
O breeze, fresh breeze,
Take off my tiring robe away,
I know this heart cant be sold,
Nor the soul can be replaced,
Neither i wished to abandon these passionate lovers,
For the verses in their rhythm,
The notes in the flute,
Hover on me ,and blessings they shower...
But,
the body cage is getting weary,
My hands tremble so my face is scary,
The blood in my veins now rush in vain,
Replace it fo i wish badly to incarnate...
O holy water, o flowy river,
Sprinkle on my decadeness the purity of souls,
i am suffocating again, i am becoming insane,
For the fresh sunrise, for God's sake,
Unfold my folds, make me sane!

Hiramalik

i cant sham my real self

silences are never meant to be broken , fo they are like such deep oceans that talk in their own languages, likewise ripples of fearless stream they flow from one heart to another playing chords many- u can never compare the final composition with symphony of bethoven even....Smiles, laughter are such a beautiful expressions bestowed on us and our mind processed to learn their imapct, that if for a second we loose them, many diseases will get hold of our miserable self inside out in a second... I do pretend many times, for the sakeness of escape, but than i keep on heaping up piles that every day turn out to be a huge ,stubborn mountain, never willing to change its place....
Tday in morning i woke up half sleepy and suddenly i overcame my mind full of thoughts, it started galloping like a stubborn horse and i lost my temper, fierce got hold of me and i hushedd it forcefully, after a mutual fight of few minutes in bed i overcame the rageness of my full mind and pushed it deep in calm silent sea.....my body enslaved the present moment, held it like a shiny pearl and it energised my paralysed mind with blossoming feel.... sun was same as as it arises in every morning but tday it talked to me in very different language ,tld me the story of its uprise, and spelled me with its wonder....
ppl talk of my bright side and some point at my dark aspect... I never have intended to stay in between but sometimes too much brightness blind the vision and u look for darkness badly....
Life to me everyday is an adventure, but alongside i wish for stability, may be the forces will have to replace my restless soul for i never can imagine of stagnant feel again when after sincere prayers ,diring efforts i am bathing in light from open window of my silent home....
Give up, but with dignity, so the loosing feel worship u not to knock at ur door with command.....

Hiramalik

abduction in one night's tale

ecstasy is as notorious as auctioning ur body for sale....

night, love, heart, ache
Smoke, burn, smoke ,burn
Beating low, thoughts haphazards,
Smoke,burn, smoke burn...

Insanity is as desireable sometimes as every breath we take unconsciously....

Smile, gone, tears,on
Ashes,on fire, ashes, on fire
Sounds ,low, sensitivity,gone
Ashes ,on fire, ashes ,on fire

I dust my clothes in trance, but has it ever removed the stains so dark?

Helplessly,torn, wishing,not to be born,
violence, screams, violence, screams
intensity, sworn, restlessnes ,gone
Violence, screams, violence, screams...

I held my haead with both hands,how the lowness pushes u deep in grave even when u alive.. i no have courage...

Street lights, off, pathways,halt
Go on,nver stop, go one, nvr stop
Left overs,burnt,forgotten faces, abort
Go on, nvr stop, go on, nvr stop...

Sometimes u have to drag urself out of the dark long night, it is wat life all about...

Hiramalik

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aay ehsaas ,shama-e-dil main dob ja,
Bay misaal, bay-intiha, bay-sabab, bay-wajah,
Mjhay bay rukhee say jawab mila, meray dard ko ikk jahan mila.............
Khamosh nigahon main chupay sawaal,chup zuban pay rukay jawaab,
Jab waqt uth, toofan thama,naan main rha,naan tou mila.......
Socha jo kabhee likha buhat,chahat main azaab saha buhat,
Yun shahr-e-muhabbat main dhondta rha,naan amaan milee naan khuda mila.......
Andaaz buhat, teray waswason main pausheeda raaz buhat,
Hosh hoa tou sajday main gia,Par naan khana-e-but say koe jawa mil........
Is dil kay kia kahnay, ab dharakta hai tou poch kar,yunhee,
Sab kuch tou tum nain gawa dia, iis dasht-e-sahra main tmhain kia mila........
Naan ik bond serab hoa, naan ikk lamha qaraar hoa,
Jaisay marqad kay daaman main siyah raat,naan hisaab hoa,naan azaab mila......

Hiramalik

..........

in love n only love

i shield my heart with so many faces

like a layer on layer

the feel of being captivated ,the desire of being shielded

i find in hands many, hold them embrace them...

yet the world of clouds raining fiercely,

like tears dripping on hearts cold,

melt it, burn it, for the sensitivity of that love has lost its hue

and i am working again,breathing again on same note of lameness...

i spread the rug on my ragged soul,

the walls held me from my back to the garden of blackk flowers,

and i forgot to taste the purity in enlightment of the bright light...

they talk of eternal world,where light travels only

in body in souls, in minds in hearts,

where words disappear and beat talk in respect,

out of love,in passion

in fire of hell, they burn

gleefully in dignity of ecstatic run,

in love and love and love!!

hiramalik

a very strange world

my mind is stammering since the time i read the sacred belief, when my heart started galloping and my soul got unreined... I can never define myself on basis of scriptures if my heart is shunned and stubborn ,and mind occupied wd thoughts and fears of sawab and gunnah....

If i revolve around kaaba, i do for my soul yearns for its essence, not coz scriptures define it as some prayer... If i face towrads green tombs against the hot blzaing wind, its coz my inner outer is passionate in his love and my eyes teary for they repent on not seeing the glory of that great man called the man of wisdom, the last Prohet with complete message, not coz his tombs are sacred in some specific religion ....

Love is such a beauty that can never be described by saints nor can be felt by just following the commandments.... The religion if does good ,it does worst too sometimes, amulgamating ur mind in statistics of gunnah and sawab, rather letting u feel the beauty of love, the healing of spirituality and the long lasting impact of the ecstasy in passion...

If i were to ask to worship hell for their resides the vision of my heart's love, i will for whole life enlighten its beauty with the fierce burn....

When in love, u forget being a human, or an animal.... A state divine, a condition undescrible , a sacrifice done whole heartedly, even when whole world bending down wd respect and holy scriptures are announced in giant monuments of races many with religions to follow.... For its a v strange world!

Hiramalik

a deep night

O the Bestower,
I wonder,
How night flows from one arm to another,
From one heart to another,
In silences, in heaps of wandering,
And i find u unconsciously in my sleeps..
O the Giver,
I wonder,
How herth burns itself in between pained feels,
To dicard the burdening of rotten weeds,
When breaths are held for fear of awakening the dead silence.....

The talking of nights, the stories untold,
I repeat in saintness, i act in my shameness..
my body bruised, my soul trembles,
My hands shaky, my gait shamble,
For the night is lingering slowly ,
And intensity has penetrated
deep the vision of awkward faces,
Smiles of sinful hearts,
Shadows of demon's traces...

Hiramalik

another orchestra ending lazily

caress my crumpled thoughts,they r taking wild turn,
I am mixing them in ashes grey with taste of coal fire,
Whisper them the song serene,the tunes of joy and celeberation,
as the black water is getting stinky of drowning of stagnant attire..
u are magician, u have powers to create magic,
Ur eyes erase the tiredness, ur touch vanishes thoughts tragic...
Can u hold the numb shield in field of icy feels?
Sun has arisen from the face of East,
streams are singing the song of zest,
Make me melt too, make me in shape of irregularity again,
For the rigid robe is now paining making holes
Drenching me in piercing rain...

Hiramalik

a call for rising sun

O imprinted feel ,the permanent and constant delusion,
Call me back to those cities with clean roads,
Where flowers blossom with purity,
And night falls with intentions of deep sleep ...
Where there is one who can understand the talk of my restless heart,
I am beggar to my soul and my heart feeds,
The yearnings ,the burnings it keeps...
I revolve and swirl ,for the riddles unsolved,
And in this search, i am gleefully surrendering to my unknown belief...
Lower down, surrender ur vaues or so called traditions,
For the hearts's seeds those irrigated with tears of repent,
Can only be reaped,shall only be bent....

Hiramalik