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Saturday, October 29, 2011

...

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

wo khayal meray khawabon ko torr daita hai

aay gardash-e- waqt
Tham ja,
Kay kuch lamhay mjhay yaad karnay hain
Is anthakk musaafat main dobtay soraj kay,
Aur khawahshoon kee daivi ko
Daboona hai tere sochon kee ganga main...
Aaj misihaii ka marham, naan hee muhabbat ka lams,
Is aaag ko bujha pay ga,
Is shiddat ko sahla paay ga..
Toofan thama, aur saans kee dauri,
Meray wajood ko chaid karay jatee hai,
Un muqayyad lamhon ko mere muthhi say napaid karay jaate hai...
Kaash!Khusboo say khayal ko munjamid kar saktii,
Kay ab ehsaas hoay b ikk arsa beet gia,
Or wo lams aaj b meray sarhanay, kaee yaadain samaitay,
Har raat kuch baaton kee dorain thamay,
Meray khwaboon ko torr daita hai....

Hiramalik

shanasaee

sabhee yaad kartay hain
Uskay khayal main guzaree har shaam,
Aur mjhay
Apnee hee nazron say
Wo chahra chupana mahaal lagta hai,
Jaisay ikk taveel musaafat kay baad,
Piyaas ruh ka sahra ban jay,
Or qainaat sirf ikk qalmay ka andaaz ban jay...

Khaak aur qadam,
Aaj b jab safar kee thakka-an kee gard ko sajda kartee hn,
Tou ikk awaaz meray jism-o-ruh ko jakarr kaitee hai,
Aur muhabbat phir lahoo main gardash kartee hai,
aur zindagii apnay wajood pay fakhar kartee hai...

Shuula' ban-na aur ban kay mitt jana,
buhat farq hai meray dost ,
Ishqq main parwaaz say guzar jana,
Aur muhabbat main intiha pay nazar aana...
Aasman kee wussat naan paa sakee,
Naan hee samandar kee gahrae is raaz-e-dil ko,
jismain tum ko yaad rakhna aur khud ko bhol jana...

Hiramalik

building is done to be broken at the last

i am notorious in making and breaking of feels

when the labourer burns his sweats

and building is complete...........

i am worst in breaking the blocks

when the healer heals the hearts

and sings lullaby to wild fock.......

i am bad in disrupting emotions

when the lover burns candle

and i turn them on fire for fear of being drawn.....

i feel emotions stay in every moment-- i wish i cud find the feeling of being feeling-less..

i grabbed handful of pearls,shine was remarkable

i faced the mirror ,stayed puzzled to be unswerable..

words leave the trace of my written scriptures,if,

the blankness wud turn me mute, the burden unshakeable....

GOD is here, i have lost the face...

O dervish,the garden was once filled with flowers of hope

u have lost the trace!!

O saint, the herat once stayed bewildered,in constant search,

now u wander in fields so faint

O prophet, hold the burning scriptures of ur prophecy,

the congestion has held the hearts so lofty!!

in between these ,once u loose the saintness, u are not marked as dead-- still there stays a space in ur vast soul to build a new block!!

building is done to be broken at the last!!

hiramalik

aagahi

bay sbaatee bhee ho magar aisee naan aay meray maseeha,
Kay dard kee khwahish karay aur zakhm bhe mil jay...
Koe tou pochay ja kar bay-chain saba ko,
Yay mumkin hai kaisay kay muhabbat main dard-e-dil naan jay....
aay saaqi-ay-waqt, aay raaz-e- muhabbat,
Is ehsaas kee tamanna main koe kuen mjhay mulzim tharaay....
Sard hawa har raat sannatay main milaap kartee hai mjh say,
Kaisa basaira qabarsataanon main, koe tou issay samjhay....
baat hai un-kahee, ehsaas hai un -suna,
Apnee hee rooh ko tarapta dekhay, jiss bay-bassi pay apna hee dil bhar aay....

Hiramalik

earth on travel

i looked around with wave of disappointment,
faces downtrodden, hearts puzzled,
I sat on the floor, with hands spread,
Nothing was bestowed, nothinn given..
I looked at the running hazel,
Imprinted designs, marks haphazards..
Thunders of clouds, not even for once got ragged,
For the despise already on move, earth on travel...

Hiramalik

understandings

will u understand what written in between the lines,
The constant smiles...?
likewise an ocean deep, plays with its waves,
Quietly!

Hearts never lies, nor does the feeling interpret wrongly,
for it let u walk through doors hard, and it cares not of being mocked...

sleeve up the stairs, yes my love, keep on shedding tears,
as tday another soul perished unattended, another door closed in fears...

Hiramalik

mumkin nhn tera ab musilmaan rahna

shauq-e-imaamat main ikk waqt aisa aaya
kay namaaz parhtay parhtay main khud ko kho aaya....
Sajda kia tou khuda kee jagah paya ussay
Yay kaisa junoon ,yay kaisee ulfat,jo khud ko naan samajh paya...
Har takbeer pay gonjtee hai awaaz uskee, har qalmay pay laita hon naam uska,
Is junoon kay aagay yun shikasta paa, naan manzil nazar aae naan rasta nazar aaya...
Aay wahshat-e-dil mumkin nhn tera ab musalmaan rahna,
Kay jab nazar bhe uthee,tou qibla nazar aaya ya chahra nazar aaya....

Hiramalik

a lame note

i wonder y world never ends on so much deception around.... One cums fo u are presentable and than run away fo u show ur inner face.... It is deception of being cheated by cheater to his ownself...
V all in life at some moments do change our priorities, do change the care once fo whom we did alot.. And its all a natural phenomena,,i guess human species needs to do this fo its survival...
Ppl fade away so their faces...thng is a blessed one comes out of tormented feel, and the other is on trial fo rest of his life ,mostly...
Feelings are such a great nourishment to soul that holds u in its arm like a mother, a strong bonding, a great sense of captivity....
Thng is we erase name or replace name with other one in life ,but that slab belongs to one whose name was frst ecncraved on its face...

Hiramalik
(in sense of disfigured uprooting)