An Effort

Seeing through the light, distances far,

opening doors and lifting bars.

Those mysteries beyond imagination,

labyrinths and mazes, hopes which thoughts mar.

Until vanishes the sign of resolution.

 

Walking from my death, a bed of rocks.

Waking up, I am a wreck.

Remembering myself I don't understand,

memories of past in my mind are embed,

bringing to me the immense pain,

I hope I don't try again.

Nothing can take them away, but only time and moving clocks.

I am stuck behind these doors, chains and locks.

This goes on until my body aches

This goes on in my mind until the future shapes.

 

I lost the battle I had won.

Every moment passes and that time's gone.

Conjuring the might from with in,

leaving the pain behind,

lets begin! 

- Daniyal, Hira 

I Am Not You.

What the world knows not,

I am not the same.

I have a different blood,

rushing through my veins.

Pulverized and then rebuilt,

no regrets and no guilt.

Let gone of emotions through my words.

Now the sea is silent,

calm and peaceful.

Ask me and I will say,

I am not you except

that we are all from clay.

I bleed different.

I bleed emotions and humanity.

I bleed pride and serenity.

I bleed love and fraternity.

I am definitely not you!

Along The Street

It was a very quiet night, spread all over the sky and the stars blinking, when at one moment I could make out some and the other moment some more stars muddled into my sight. The street was also calm and quiet. I stood there beside the pavement making out which way to go but I realized that I have nowhere to go. I have no direction and my life is just a spontaneous train of multiple situations which create a mess at the back of my mind rather than creating a memory; a memory that can either be cherished or grieved. Unintentionally my feet gave up this never ending ambiguity and lifted themselves in a direction I would rather say was forward but I was walking the wrong way. The street was well lit by the street lamps, all of which were lighting up my dark way so that the right path was visible to me. Those lamps were present all in a row on both sides of the street equidistantly. There was a row of houses on either side, some which were picturesque and yet some whose gates were depicting a sight of misery and unfaithfulness of the times that have passed. They were rusting to deterioration. And those houses which had no paint on their concrete walls but there were signs of colours which showed that there was a time when they too bore paint. I could see some of the front yards and verandahs delighted with pleasant greenery, the flowers blossomed and leaves dancing with zephyrs that blew. I could compare this nature with deserted gardens, rusted leaves and withered trees in other yards. There was light but I could just notice the light that the street borrowed from the aiding lamps. The dark influenced the night so well that nothing else was visible to me away from that very spot of light. How well the night disguises the day… day when it is all bright and everything is so clear and visible. As soon as it ends, the night conceals it in itself that there is not a single spot of brightness left and everything falls into darkness. The blackness which seems so black that one might fear that they would never experience the day light again but yet we all rise again to witness the inevitable day that sprouts from the prestidigitator ‘night’, and begins to light up the world around us. Is this hope and despair? I stood there indulged in my thoughts and I lost track of time. I might have wasted several moments on such a worthless thought. I lifted my gaze and I could feel my eyes lit up with a burning desire. It felt as if there is some purpose I need to fulfill. And my feet lifted themselves this time not unintentionally but it was a well determined step and I turned backwards, this time the right way!

Angel Inside Me

Soon there will be nothing left.

Soon there will be no regret.

Sooner the world will see,

The angel thriving in me.

No worries, I have come

Through all the way till the End.

No worries I have survived

And I am the last one to stand.

I believe in greater good,

I believe in pure light,

 I believe myself to be with

The purist and deepest insight.

 

I am coming to get what I want.

I coming to get what I aim.

I will never stop fighting,

I will never stop surviving

Though I have been halted

By the winds blowing strong,

By the abominable storms,

By blinding mists and fogs

But I fetched myself together.

I tore my way through catastrophes.

Maybe I myself was the one,

To bring that wrath.

Maybe I was the one,

Who deserved this anger.

 

Someday sooner, I will take,

Myself to that level.

Someday I will be just like

A minute grain of sand.

I will bring down all my pride.

I will bring down all my Self.

And I will hide myself

Somewhere you will never find.

 

I will then stay blind

I will stay lost

I will preach my soul

I will preach my heart

I will gather again that might

I will gather again that insight

I will bring again that light

 I will be ready for my new flight.

 

A flight to take me far,

A flight to make me visible,

A flight I reckon will show you,

The inside of Me, the real Angel!

 

 

 

Unknown

I can see, I am not blind
the distances which separate.
The distances which are great.
I am not blind but I am lost
in arrays of time and chilled frost.
I am the one who is a stranger
to the beauty of the world unknown.
I can no more be the person,
who was once my very own.
These distances render me helpless
otherwise I could see you there.
No, you never think, its not felt here.
U are always in my heart and kept.
No, nothing from it was ever swept.


The World As I See

Black, black or white... The world as I see. Thinking and observing. This intriguing nature, the curious nature has brought me very closely at par with the bounties and dire that life has to offer. Though I am not a very knowledgeable person aufait with mysteries of life but there is something and everything queer and different in me.
I am not an able person and above all at this age people don't believe me either. I endeavour to know more and this is what makes me who I am. I vow to explore everything related to this world and have a little knowledge of Hereafter. Does it make me an ambitious person? If it does, then be it.
   I am not at all modest to claim that I am different. I would suggest you to think that you are different as well because no one is same, not even scientifically. The world does not know the light in you nor it knows your forte. I theorize that every person has been blessed this insight through which he perceives things differently. This ability to perceive things and to ponder over them irrelevantly is vital and important to develop the 'insight'.
This insight if procured and pertained promptly can open doors of eternal glory. This is therefore a forte which deserves accolade here and definitely it will be rewarded Hereafter.One has a pragmatic approach and saves himself from acute problems and prestidigitates from with in a mature and new him.

The Sotto Voce

Does it not tear your heart?

Does it not tear your soul?

People who have grieved,

People who can never forget,

But their loved ones deceived.

 

To see the people who have lost

Their loved ones to the earth?

To see the people who have nothing

Left, because they are not worth?

To see children beg on streets

When they should be taught?

To see the women’s disrespect

Who are responsible for a nations health?

To see the brutal blood shed

Of people who are no more but innocent?

To see the tyrants wanting more

And to never descend?

 

Are you blind? Can’t you see?

People hopeless, to be set free?

Are you deaf? Can’t you hear?

The sotto voce still unheard?

Are you dumb? Can’t you speak?

To begin a revolution streak!