composition of a great musician

moments ,these written shared moments

whispering to me,

these rushings , running moments,

un resolved, un ending, un stoppable, 

again murmuring  at this time of night

\o my companion, my absolute unfaithful companion

fo a while hold my hand

and lets find a GOD,

 a maker of universe, knower of ur heart..

seedling inside ur blood, or the cover hard enclosing the shell,

inside out the breathing pattern, or the movement of this red bloody blood.

they say HE swims in like a molecule of air floats in space,

they say again and again

HE stays in middle of nights, in extreme of days

lissening, looking ,understanding...

wat are the these revolvings of times, these naming of exchange,

its all in his hands, these all bow fo HIS pace..

lets find him in these running nights and days.....

pluck my seed out of this so called fertile land,

does it exist ever? universes in universe?

twist my intellect, my understanding i nomore need,

does it happen , the comings and goings of seasons,

the hide and seek of times?

''haha'' i laugh hard everytime i read those description,

intelligent theories of great great minds...

wat stays, wat stayed and wat will stay in these varied COLORS,

ONENESS OF ONE, COMPOSITION OF HIS mesmerising rhyme!!

hiramalik

gained or lost?

these voyages,

like a long long un- ended journey

comprising of many centuries

like galaxies up there,  encompassing thousands and thousands of stars,

such a journey in bizarre,

i pray and recite fo those mirage,

in reality hidden, the harsh brutal reality;

yes the expedition long,.

beyond the travel around this world,

beyond the length of red sea,

i myself in me, look for you and you,

helplessly i walk and walk with naked feet;

robes are torn in this search, or u are lost evenn when destinations are retrieved,

its a strange desire, a mystic feel....

dnt dare to comprehend such intensities,

saints in their insanity burnt the world,

and moon was cut into two pieces;

donot dare to measure those traces,

lovers still hover around,

dance like a mad moth for centuries.in their search

irrespective of any gain or loss...

hiramalik

a cinderella story

i wrote them with all my heart, under stream of severe emotion, flowing under pain, i decorated them with heaviness i adore, with love i endure.... and suddenly light went off from the face of earth , and stars hid their faces....

O my lord, such restlessness this night is keeping today, i am amazed by the thunder in its silence....

this heart all drenched with song of love, even if i try to get over with it, ill die with it.. such is the intensity but the presence never be felt, like an air that moves in between silently..

i kept my heart silent, mouth uttered always harsh words, i kept its sanctity and pride too high to beg, yet it begged in sheer helplessnes.... O god, y din clouds depart the face of sky and revealed its nakedness when on earth i beged fo this divine love?

y hearts have to be pained, when the dweller only adore love? y in so many y's and answers infinite ,it still stays un-answered waiting fo its lover to node? i ask u y u let me wander wen ur origion was love, when ur purpose was love,when u preached the lesson of love, when all these scriptures are based on love, when propecy originated from love, when drunkardnes of dervish is eternal fo love? than y such pain...''O SWEET. taste the harm this sugar contain, ull even enjoy the poison in blood,...its thirst un- limited, pain un- ending, un- bearable yet undesirable..'

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i look back, and i look forward, yet i wish to stay in between..yes the destination does matter, but this pain is more sweet to me.. guess wat one day these stars wud never decorate the breast of sky and morning of everyday wud never get pregnant with charm of sunlight, even than ill drench my each pore with this pain, fo it has charm more than the story of cinderella and lesson it has taught me such , no dervish wud have learnt in his un- ending whirling!!!

hiramalik

unconsciousness

i never feel like anymore to write all about it

the sheer intensity that once drowned me, and so often comes in heap

wither my heart, or smell the decay of last burn

once it is done, is done...

cracking mirror now hardly speaks, minds shallow and hearts nomore mellow

as if after a hurricaine, silence adores the sleepy harbour..

the sailor of my thoughts sometimes bring me those memories i once lived in,

but too far they are from my slumber sleep....

shiver, or shrieveled, i care nomore,

once i did, in my sheer fall, in bitter feels..

sharpness of thorns, life bestows,and eyes get deprived of sleep.

as if a wine lover has never tasted the joy of calmness in deep..

can u ever define the craving of love, an urge of drug,

my mind blows up like a strong music shrieking, pleaing...

i have lost the voice that once called upon my broken dreams,

for the paths are changed, and faces are erased ,once important those seemed!!

hiramalik

puraani baatain , bay- hisaab yaadain

aur kab raat kay saa'y gahray hogay

pta hee nhn chala,

jaisay qurbutoon main faaslay hon,

an- ginat rakh kay zarron main chupay bhaid jaisay..

saham jana, har bat pay, kay abii tou wo toofan thama hai

aur meray ghar kay aangan main abii b wo tootee shaakhain bikhri paree hain..

ehsaas tha aik bass

aik phol jaisa,

khauf tha bass,

ik awaara abar jaisa

jo  bichar gia...

aay mausam aaj jab un hijar kee hijratoon ko yaad kartee hn

tou wo hanstee muskuraate shaam

waqt kay un chupay andhairon say nikal kar

meray saamnay kharee ho jati hai

wohee sawal, wohee hisaab liay

jo kab kay bujhee rakh main chupa diay main nain, aik qafan kee tarah!!

hiramalik

somewhere inside incomplete

in summers, blossom of upcoming spring

swings on my front door.

and i ask the autumn , y my words diminishing?

tonight, my mind occupied with those spent moment

still i wonder how the fresh air plays outside with dark leaves?

carnival, yes a carnival,

farewell create to my burning heart

like a fading long night outside in stream!!

describe my un-uttered sleepy words

awaken them up 

yes i want to scratch the pain out of me...!!

hiramalik

broken lines i draw

sultry voice of my heart, charms my soul ,hands in hand

like a sting of a snake never let u survive,

die, u have to die in its arms, this world nomore desires of ur presence..

clouds are warms again, and i looked high for the search of stars

in day,

my insanity beholds me, i am more than gleeful fo the range of my rage!!

quietenes bears me thoughtfully like a scholor in deep enigma of unsolved riddle,

value not the shrieking sound of millions of words,i valued them once

they let me sworn to the point of death!

they say innocency in my words is too sharp fo the demon face of my appearance

like a knock on door in silent room, i laugh hard,

echo the sound of hussshhhh from my heart ,'' they say, for they are hurt by an act of a slut''

let me sing a song, nt a mystical, neither a sweet one

let me scream hard, not in shy, neither in hesitancy

let me say wat i want, the growl of nature's sound

the words i never uttered, the feel i hid behined the seven curtains!!

hiramalik

insanely wed

and than whole day got merged in silnces of night,
Another life, another story of a new chapter begins,
Under sounds of fresh bangles, golden spark,
Redness around embrace hands of darkness all night long...
A color of strange, neither black nor red tinged,
But voices different, feels varied, and whipsers with heavy breaths....
the life that is spent is forgotten under cover of new silence,
Where quieteness talks, minds paint new picture,
Face of unknown!

Insanity has held me long ago, my body jolts,
My minds furious, thoughts on fire,
Yet the fight between my insanity and wisdom still lingers on, in my red attire,...
They say , ' this home is quiet now from shrieking sounds,
Yet whole night long, my mother stayed awake,
Under curtain of fears, doubts , astray''...
Insanely wed i am, my body manipulated with golden spark silver hue,
And i am finding myself again in new life , still the one on due!


Hiramalik

i a spectator dance on a stage

sometimes waves in rage never find their ways,
Like gypsy out of mind, with ramble thougts,
They juggle around and strike the grey shore,in rots....
Wanderer of souls, searchers of light,
Burn and burn, like a wandering moth...
With strange enigmatic gaze ,i look at them, their moves,
The seductive words they uttter, the caressing part they do,
And like a numb statue, i look at the system of life, the flow of desire,
melting under uncontrallable fire...
In a crowd i play on stage. But my eyes are fixed,
On randomness of stalkers moving on bed of hays,...
I wonder how lust control minds, empower the green sign,
And dark clouds never move along above the fragile throne of everyone's mind,
When rain is heavy and shelter itself is drenched with sheer tiredness,
And i as a spectator dance under thunder of clouds,
with gaze fixed on random stalkers in search of dim light....


Hiramalik

insanely wed

and than whole day got merged in silnces of night,
Another life, another story of a new chapter begins,
Under sounds of fresh bangles, golden spark,
Redness around embrace hands of darkness all night long...
A color of strange, neither black nor red tinged,
But voices different, feels varied, and whipsers with heavy breaths....
the life that is spent is forgotten under cover of new silence,
Where quieteness talks, minds paint new picture,
Face of unknown!

Insanity has held me long ago, my body jolts,
My minds furious, thoughts on fire,
Yet the fight between my insanity and wisdom still lingers on, in my red attire,...
They say , ' this home is quiet now from shrieking sounds,
Yet whole night long, my mother stayed awake,
Under curtain of fears, doubts , astray''...
Insanely wed i am, my body manipulated with golden spark silver hue,
And i am finding myself again in new life , still the one on due!


Hiramalik

chasing some forgotten rhymes

and i am tired, sheer tired,

like summer drench u in its arms, twist u with breathtaking sweats

i am such tired in bones, deep en-rooted,

chasing the forgotten rhymes,

making a song sweet from haphazard notes,

and plucking the string at wrong tym;

hearts never forget wat it feels,

the pain, or joy, or fears, or heavy sheath,

yes heart never forgets wat it feel..

my heart is in such state of whirling,

where agony embraces laughter with joy,

unharmed both loyal to such royal sleep;

i call upon the desert parching fo the last drop of rain,

my feet engraves the face of earth with its shade,

rapidly i walk, trembling like a feeble stalk,

and i walk!!

some thoughts i shun, like a shadow u adopt,

some words i erase, like a frst blue ray,

some faces i forget, like a rotten sunset,

and moth in black smoke is never tired of dancing in a foggy rain!!

hiramalik

never ask me my name

in shadowy night, i rested my head upon the rug so hard

the light dim, and faces blurred fo the eyes teary,

i have lost the face of U, oneness never empowers me anymore,

i bend down and my knees tremble,

out of this deception!!

in a glass mirror , i break my face,

in pieces un-countable,

yet it never bleeds,

yet it decieves, more decieves!!

sensing of their aura, i count drops of warm drink,

blow the smoke with my broken breaths, \

and eve sets its throne on blue sky, with haziness around,

cars chasing their ways on unknown routes.

yes its scary how u behold the breath taken fo long, fo reason not,

coz sometyms reasons makes u tired in ur bones!!

my reasons are never understandable, for there are logics many,alphabest encircles minds of intellects from A to Z,

and io wrap my posesseion again in my ragged robe,

for lights are dim, and eve is getting teary!!

hiramalik