Monday, May 25, 2015

My Hope

I question myself and the life i have spent…
I foresee my future…
I wonder how life changed?
It taught me so many things I never came across…
Indulging in my mind…
searching my memories…
I have found a different me…
I remember my sins and my good deeds…
I can recall who helped me, cherished me, loved me..
and those who hated me…

I find a link between what I have done? and What I am into?
In the silent moments of night…
when its pitch dark…
I strive to dive in myself 
and find the light, THE HOPE…

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Shameless Human

Oh human !
There is nothing like perfect love...
Every being lives for themselves...
They just love themselves...
Don't expect anything from each other...
No sympathy nor empathy...
No sincerity nor originality...
They are fake with two faces...
They keep one best face for the world...
And the other is the real one...
They are materialistic and lustful...
 A bank account is precious for them 
Instead of a heart...
They live for bodies and its beauty..
They enjoy the moment and leave...
They know no soul, no sacrifice, no bonding..
O human !
You live for yourself too ....
Become selfish and heartless...
Forget about love and emotions...
Play with people and your phone...
O human !
Throw your heart away...
Seal your lips and become a deaf..
If you can't live in this world...
If you can't accept this world... 


Wednesday, January 21, 2015

In the silent moments of night

In the silent moments of night …
When everyone's asleep…
When the chilling winds are on their peak…
When the moon shines so dim…
it hides the tears of night's friends…
This is the moment of vulnerability…
I close my eyes…
My body rests in my cozy bed…
and I feel no one but just you...

I think of me, you and us..
I think of that child who has yet to come in this world….
I can see his black dark hair…
Those sparkling big black eyes…
His apple like cheeks…
and those smiling lips…
I imagine my dreams turning into realities…
I imagine you and me together…
I imagine if you were with me..
This life would be much beautiful and Complete…

In the silent moments of night….
I take myself to you…
My body is left alone but not my soul…
It meets you across the seven seas…
Holding you close to me…
Never letting you go ever…

In the silent moments of night…
I feel your soul…
I dive in to my fantasy world…
Surrounding myself with you…
I picture a beautiful future….
A car, a beautiful home and those children…
our success and that dream like life…

In the silent moments of night 
I ask my fate…
Can we meet ever?
I cry and ask
Can I ever touch you again?
Will my eyes ever see your beautiful face?

In the silent moments of night…
I feel drunken and living a dream...
I assure myself …
I will meet you one day…

In the silent moments of night….
I urge 
 I will see you again one day
"Some where between right and the wrong
There is a garden 
I will meet you there
I will meet you there."








Tuesday, December 30, 2014

It's decided it's my verdict

So it's decided
I am cutting you out of my life..
Out of this heart...
Talking  back my love...
The affection and my pampering..
You are not the one...
You don't understand me...
You have broke , yes broke all of your promises...
You have revenge me ...
You have done all which I don't like...
So it's decided...
It's final...
It's my verdict .
To let you go ...
To say you good bye ...
You are not that one...
You are not the one i loved...
You are not the one i trusted...
You have made me cry again and again ...
So it's decided..
I am closing the doors of my heart..
I am shutting down all its windows...
This will kill me i know ...
It will finish me i admit my dear....
Its like killing myself i realise...
But I have to do it...
I know i can't escape this pain ...
I will pray for my death ...
Or for a new spirit to relive my life ....
I will pray to forget you forever..
I will tell my heart that it was a dream..
That you were alone , you are alone and may be.. May be you will be alone forever and ever...
So it's decided..
It's final...
It's my verdict...
To cut you out of my life..
My memories, my heart, my soul and love ...
I say good bye... 
Just good bye...
Never come to me again...
I am no more ...
I am not alive to love you again...
Just let me go..
Forget me..
So it's decided...
It's decided ....

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

I can't share

I can't share you….
Take my life…
My beauty…
My happiness…
My Peace….
My Intelligence…
My grace….
My world…
Give me pain…
Give me cries…
Give me loneliness…
Give me hell…
Kill me with hunger and cold…
Punish me and burn me in to ashes…
but don't give your attention to any other….
I can't share you…
I can't share your fragrance…
I can't share your glance…
I can't share your attention…
You are funny but I can't share your jokes…
I don't like your name called by them….
I want to hide you from the world…
and just keep you to myself…
and if you are shared…
I will go away…
in the skies…
some far off place…
beyond the univserse..
for you, to never find me again…
I can't share …
You are mine...

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Last priority

I know who I am...
I know where I stand ..
I am the "last priority"...
The last in their to-do list..
They can meet me or not..
They can talk to me or not...
It's not important..
It's not essential...

I am meant to be met...
When all chores are done...
When the party is over...
When facebooking comes to an
End..
When they are fade up of reading...
And roaming...
Here comes the turn of a" last priority"...
I am the "last priority"

My turn comes 
When they are tired...
I am talked to, just seen And then thrown away... 
I know my place...
I know my worth...

I am none other then the "last priority"
I mean nothing nor my say...
I am useless and a dump...
Non negotiable thing...
A statue with a soul inside..
I am the last priority...

Their life will go on without me...
They just remember me
When they are bored...
When nothing's left to entertain them...
Here i come..
"The last priority "
"The last priority" ...

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

"I am Sahar" - The call from her grave

Hello All!
I am Sahar…
The one you heard of, in the newspaper
three, two
Oh I forget
2 weeks ago..
So fool of me..
There is no calendar in the grave…
So meet me…
I am Sahar…
The 6 year old girl…
abducted, molested, tortured and killed…
thrown in the garbage…
I am Sahar…
Mommy's little princess…
Daddy's favourite…
My home was small…
yet cozy…
It had a garden…
and a rose plant too…
I loved roses…
They smell pretty good…
On Eid day I got dressed in my light blue outfit..
Mommy brought me Mehndi and bangles too…
She put the mehndi on my hands…
Putting all the bangles one by one…
loving and hugging me…
saying that I look so beautiful…
On Eid day,
Dad asked me to pose in front of my favourite rose plant…
He snapped my photo…
He don't know how to capture photo…
You know why?
because he clicked the shot and i dint say cheese
and looking at my lil bro…
I never knew that photo will go viral on net…
after my death..
I am Sahar…
the same you stand for….
one day I was playing outside…
They came…
The cruel strangers…
They put their hands on my mouth
to keep me silent..
I shouted…
I resisted …
calling for my mom…
I yelled for help..
I shouted for my father…
They took me away...
It was cold there…
My knees were hurt…
My small tender hands were frozen…
pushing them away but they were powerful...
Their grip was so tight…
hurting me and I was unable to move…
No one was listening to me in this big world…
I was thrown in front of wild beasts..
They were not human…
They slit my throat
and tears flew from my eyes…
I couldn't see anything….
Everything went pitch dark…
When I woke up I was in a garbage tub…
my tears..
The blood from my throat were dried up…
My injured knees and slaughtered neck were not hurting…
I was light yet frightened…
Looking my way to home…
when they found me…
It was police and my parents…
a crowd wanting to know what happened?
They were all saying" She is dead."
Were they talking about me?
No I am not dead…
They have found me and now I will go to mommy…
I will eat the delicious food she cooked..
and will sleep in her lap..
I will complain to my dad what they have done to me?
I am not dead..
But they are right..
They just buried me ...
six feet below the ground..
I can hear my parent's crying…
I can sense my brother's loneliness…
Yes, I am sahar…
The one lying in the cold graveyard..
in the chilling weather…
all alone…
seen her Eid Photo in the newspaper…
It was a good photo…
I am asking the question" What was my crime?"
I am finding myself ignorant of my sins…
I am Sahar..
Get me Justice…
Answer my question…
I am sahar…
Believing that I am dead now…
Sahar and her favourite Rose plant.