coronation to brave hearts!!

intensified by the desire of better life,they came on streets...slogans echoed in air of serene and peaceful environment,air started filled with the spark of revolution,lanes started mark themselves with footsteps of revolutionists,and hearts started beating on new frequency......it was a dark world,with sleeping saints and guarding demons,it was the blue evening with no hope of rising sun..it was the part of that world on face of map where the suffocation started making its heap......

insomnia ,in part of our life,sometimes is the biggest need,like the necessity of air..it is needed badly so the eyes for a time being forget the pathways to sleep....awakening is blessing,but it becomes an eternal gift when  eyes adopt them even the night is dark and the lights are dead....fears ,the guard of our beating heart,but courage is most fruitful when it scratches it off from the trembling body,when the winters on its bloom,and coldness has resided in big veins....

mark of each and every footstep if u observe ,it will reveal u different stories of courage,determination,evolution and un-ended fight.....traces disappear ,but sand particles always remeber the kiss of those brave hearts ,of voices against slavery,of intense struggle,of new hope .....the sweet pungent aroma of those slogans in air,is always remarked with the tears of appreciation,bright smiles of honor and pride.....though the nations of nations will be changed in drift of seconds,but submergence in deep ocean of revolution ,once u dive in it,than the heart and soul of urs can drink all the blue waters of this universe and still it will stay unquenched..

like a wild flower,

near the stream of flowing fresh water,

with sun sparkling at height of a new day,

stay there with  ur roots affirmed,

with ur petals fresh,

be they painful to the passing byes,

but stay there 

with sweet pungent smell

with courage un faltered

with face so innocent....

little words ,a shelter.a refuge,an expression to me,for defining the world of faith,of hope,of sensitivity,of feeling high when nature is lowering u down,of bravery,of same repeating sentences but with different  meanings again and again...of paradise,of life!!

hiramalik

Rizwan Anwar feat. saad sultan-cover ( Official video )

vogue!!

i have risen from the sun high
the stars around ask my name,
i cry ,and cry
rain O heart ,get drained! 
arn't u thirsty FOR THE eternity?
dnt u desire for the waters of  fountains
coming from that sacred mountains,
from the valleys so lavish,
and where stays life fo decades
and decade
with no fear of death....
immortality,or infatuation for this fantasy,
i see dreams to fly above the nations of past, 
to the tribes of future,
my mind drifts from cultures to cultures,
with one set point, Ambiguity!!
ambiguity of being alive in my death
or dead in my life!!
get urself dressed up in robes,
tear them up with dust of ancient livings
mend not the mind's net
let it be worn in hands of present moment.....
i know my feet will be ragged soon
and the coffin is going to be my fate
but y in my living shud i dream of being decayed
wen world is fresh in my seed 
and i am fertile and naive!!!


hiramalik

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

symphony!!

spaces,
dnt create more spaces 
in my space,
as the ilent mode is now too long.........
words
dnt create more  mess
in my world,
as the screams too loud....
ignorance ,a batterdness,
realization,a torture,
loosing,a fear,
gaining,a greed,
construction,a revenge,
destruction , a murder,
holding,a smile,
throwing, a fantasy,
height, a mania,
steep,low self esteem,
embrace,a courage,
escape ,a dream...


i gathered around the pitcher of storm,
it hailed me more,it held me wrong....
roughness,
dnt bring more,
on my rough lands,
resistance,
i am tired of making more
day by day
its getting less intense...
life,a disease,
healings,in dire need,
love ,a cure,
deception,a deed,
words,never ending,
story,unheeded towards its destiny!!


hiramalik

sentence me to eternal life!!

o beloved in ur garden of love
today i walked with my heart in hand
the spectators watched me over with their taunting gaze
and my heart lept in search of urs more,
the air around is filled with ur secent
and the words of affection have surronded it around,
leave my hand ,for the memory of urs is strong in this fertile land,
hold me not as around my heart the aroma of urs has made a knot...


hiramalik

Night Swimming

can u loose me more!!

like colorful feathers of a flying bird
en-caged in a suffocated cave,
i try to fly with my wings apart
and my head  high towards the blue sky
but my half awaken breaths part my lips
and i sigh!!
hold me in arms as i am naive yet
i dont know the meaning of loss yet i tasted much,
drink is potent but my lips concealed of its taste
i am tired of being drunk in my awakenings,
its all haste....
cold winds have departed so is the faces harsh,
i wish i could see deep in their eyes again,
but my vision halted my sight for the images sharp..
i parched my arms open for this sweet rain,
it knocked on my silent heart,
so hard,
that till now the voices inside are fading not!!!


hiramalik

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

uprise in crudeness!(SMOKES FROM CHIMNEYS OF THIRD WORLD WAR )

true,damn true....the murderer thanked the accused ,the knife was plunged in heart of crusader,the earth tasted the yummy red blood,and sleep embraced the holy night,after murder......

The sacredness of divine prayer....

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The heads are raised in streets of crudeness,the vision is blurry,the blackness overwhelming the bright lanes,the starvation of faces,and mute smiles of healthy corpse.....

True,very true...annihilation towards reconstruction or third world WAR....

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Amazingly heard flute in silences of mountains,the awakened eyes but sleepy mind,and tears in stream,the aching heart but numb body,and feeling heap....

Passing night like a dragging mountain....

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Uprise in crudeness
Or downfall in shrewdness..
hands of masses and legs of fanaticism,
An outcome of rebel or indecipherable hastiness...
Running here and there as if the world is gonna end,
this impassable flood now cannot be bent......
in between virtue of insensitivity and pains,
I give away my little grieves for sake of those awaiting games...
Smoke i see,,smoke i feel amongst the heads of intellects,
The new world will creat renewal of happening out of bitter facts...
I saw this with my eyes half opened and half empty,
but deep sleep makes me forget a day coming soon on pages of history.....

Uprise,
Yes uprise,
To where,
Towards THIRD WORLD WAR..........

WELCOME!

Hiramalik

INSPIRATIONAL!!

being rebellious is as if u are walking hand in hand with ur real self,as if the real purpose of ur existance is fulfilled,as if u have accomplished the status of being eternal,as if u are feeding ur starved soul and as if u have achieved the reality of ur all dreams....

To me 'being rebellious '' is such a great blessing.......

When big empires are downtrodden,when mighty faces are shown their reality,when giant buildings fall on ground with great bangs,when for once u come out of the gravity and than u come to know of ur real self,when fo once u break the circles against the hard forces...

To me this is the real meaning of appplication of ur rebellion power......

My most favourite eras in history of this world are when nations raised their heads and than faces got changed,new marks got imprinted and new civilization started.......it takes myself out of me,my real self and i stay in its charisma fo days,longg long days....
I feel the fresh breathe in this suffocated world of bonds,norms,religions,civilizations,cultures....

The fate of nations is always marked with blood,,,''INQILAAB''' /''revolution'',high time fo a new generation to take first breath in lap of its mother land,whose womb is filled with blood of life,and the seedling is fertile,sweet,fruitful.....
Tday if economy falls,ppl if cum on street,ppl if start ignoring the need of their souls but of their bodies,and if their these bodies become SOURCE OF bargaining...than open ur eyes from deep sleep...its time to breathe for a rebellion soul like me........

Qadam barhay hain,
Kay yay faaslay ab iltija kartay hain,
Musaafat kee thakkan buhat hai,
siyaad,in raaston pay zulam kee intihaa kartay hain...
Laho bahay
Tou bahay,
Fikar nhn,
Sar katay
Tou katay,
Asar nhn,
rakhh ab sulagtee hai har raat,
Inqilaab ab uthay ga har saa-at(time),
Intiha ab hai mere har ibtida,
Khoon say likhee ibaarat hai ab mere dua...

I am not feeling monotonous,i am not feeling old,i am not feeling weary,neither i am feeling being sold.....


To rebellion ,to rebel,to rebellious,to me,to u,to A SOUL!

HIRAMALIK

SABBATH!!

O faces' do u wish to see the colours of bright rainbow?
O eyes,have u witnessed ever the creeping creature flying in clouds of mountains?
O heart' have u ever made the wall on burning sea of soul?
O feel' have u ever journeyed the land far away from the world of feelings and thoughts?

I followed them in my loneliness,
As the desire urged me to forget my consiousness,
And i let my sanity away by clouds of another land,
Pledging my body only...
An alive stature?
And i followed the lanes empty,
under the magical influence of their feel,
Charismatic scent of their essence...
Stairs touched my bare soles,
And i followed the trail by some magnetic force,
i climbed my being step by step in a hollow keel,
the pages had faces many,
Some naked some covered in shell of steel,
Some crucified, and some bleeding heavily,
Some in sajda and some holding the rivalry...
I passed the narrow cottages,
With pages around embarked by the fantasy...
The air filled my lungs at once,
And clouds hovered above my head in bunch,
I silent my enthralled heart to feel the empowering beauty,
deep muteness resided under my feet fo a sacred duty.....
Scratch my body in two and fill it with this feel,
My heart is craving fo this ecstatic heal.....

I went upstairs and saw their momento in their places since ages, well organised,well decorated as if the thunder storms never dared to touch them in their blink even.....i tried to capture them but wandering souls held my hand and asked me to sit silent in their honour....

Bells were ringing far in church of city,and i sat their mesmerized by the world and its beauty.....the hue of old souls,the marks of historical footsteps,the places of their kiss.......

Dnt get black with the mode of eve,
Or the rain far on other corner is eager to wet these steeps,
the tune of bells in air has again surrounded the hollow beings,
And i am again on verge of gain by its teary stream.....


Hiramalik

SLEEP!!!

i knocked the door with affirmity...standing erect i surrender to get absorbed in halo...and the swish of fierece winds blew my thoughts away...i got blank.....

mark lines on my empty hands,.
I have lost my faltering faith,
The feed to my loosing strength,
The courage to my falling length....
dnt make me silent of the screams of this wild wind,
I remained once fo decades and heart is same solitary....
raise me up now from this deep steep,
I bark upon my draining body,gawky bleep...

Door opened,wind stopped,heart thundered and slept in its oak fo a while...i peeped in,appeared faces disfigured, i shut my eyes,and woke up from deep sleep....

Inception,inception,inception,
draw lines in between the drowziness and verbality,
Rapeness,rapeness,rapenss,,
World has this power to mold the real modality...
My dainty feel is climbing hills of hard rocks,
let me bathe u warm sun with perspiring sweats,
The waterfall in my pores is eager to touch my threads....

i opened the leather bag,made a tent,and started whispering to halo around.....
Sleep!

Hiramalik

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