Treading down on a road so cold,
Where ice and snow begins to melt,
Melts the emotions of greed and lust,
A wild desire cracked the trust.
You told me to hold and wait for time,
I sat alone, every day and night,
Time ticking by and nothing to see,
I lost my ground at the count of three.
You stopped me, held me, cautioned me,
I faced my death to find to be free,
Nothing gained, all amiss,
In this darkness, a kiss was risked.
The night was dark and stark as ever,
I could closely feel your body tremor,
Kept reminding myself of customs old,
But how could this story remain untold?
You asked me to stay silent, keep it hush,
T
Qualms surround,
Eons bound,
Fate takes is round,
Hush! Not a single sound.
Bludgeoning amidst,
A blindfolding mist,
Bleeding wrist,
Down a feeble fist
I start to walk,
In stillness deep,
I see him stalk,
Watching each leap
Smoking weed, I sense a drop,
Nature upon me begins to weep,
In ruins I am; a silting crop,
One step ahead is far too steep.
I close my eyes for a moment to ponder,
Reminisce times and my deplorable sin,
Aplenty of them for me launder,
I crossed the line, so vague and thin.
I breathe my last,
The soul is free,
The heartbeat is fast,
While I become history.
Liberation from love;
Expectati
A man of sorts, he walks with pride.
Out of home with his head held up high,
Appreciation and applause at every end,
Working hard without a single sigh.
See through his heart,
And find a mysterious beauty,
A charm incomparable,
Far from fallacy.
Pure in thoughts,
And straight in his words,
Kindness in his tone,
He is one in herds.
Walks back to his own once in a while,
With hopes and dreams to be understood,
Bludgeoning awaits, that pierces him,
Uncared for he is, in his own hood.
Asleep with pain,
Wakes up in vain,
Back in the bandwagon,
From his blood he'll refrain.
Far away she sees and watches,
Observes every step
Them all restless,
Fearless cowards,
Ran in a crumble,
Of an uncalled grumble.
Queens and Jacks,
Of lands stretched,
Capability lacks,
With minds wretched.
I don't play,
Or neither say,
Do what may,
Prevent this fray.
Create a ruckus,
Mend or bend,
I do neither,
And I have no friend.
Fallacy in promises,
Them all lie,
Masters of games,
Where victors die.
Burning eyes and a flaming heart,
Yet a soul so cold, torn apart,
Pieces of peace, shattered bliss,
Nothing's right, everything's amiss.
Prevailing insanity is an endless trial,
On burning coal, I walked a mile,
Excruciating pain, breaking bones,
Weakened body, tattered tones.
Pitiful eyes gaze upon me,
With a shameful gait, I pass by thee,
I am a sinner, with few good deeds,
But victim I am of satanic feeds.
Guilty pleasures surround thee,
For all these sins, forgive me,
The thirst within will never die,
Into the abyss, I shall lie.
Lets play a game of words,
Where some lie and some decieve,
Words of love and words of wisdom,
And all the things that you perceive.
In a rush of love or that of lust,
We're ought to unite, it was a must,
A shadow, an illusion, a delusion from afar,
Your sear was strong to leave a scar.
A masochist or in loyal pain,
The efforts were all found in vain,
A scent of hope, a fragrance so sweet,
Surrounds me till the day we meet.
We meet again, you envelope me,
It will be dark at the count of three,
All will be said and all will be done,
It will be bitter or it will be fun.
To pierce through an insatiable soul,
Let each o
Wanderers we are searching through miles and miles to find our own. We are normal. Very normal. Nay, we are the conflicts. Where did we go wrong and choose an erroneous path for ourselves? Do we perceive wrong and right? We fail to express. Concealed emotions search for a veil whilst the soul searches for a friend. No two likes are found. Materialism befriends us.
A pen, a paint brush, a thought, an idea.
We become friends. Together we share an eccentric chemistry. We sail through seas and rivers and oceans vast. Imprinting and printing every memory we find. We form our peaceful sorority. And thence begins this search for shelter. A shelter
Treading down on a road so cold,
Where ice and snow begins to melt,
Melts the emotions of greed and lust,
A wild desire cracked the trust.
You told me to hold and wait for time,
I sat alone, every day and night,
Time ticking by and nothing to see,
I lost my ground at the count of three.
You stopped me, held me, cautioned me,
I faced my death to find to be free,
Nothing gained, all amiss,
In this darkness, a kiss was risked.
The night was dark and stark as ever,
I could closely feel your body tremor,
Kept reminding myself of customs old,
But how could this story remain untold?
You asked me to stay silent, keep it hush,
T
Qualms surround,
Eons bound,
Fate takes is round,
Hush! Not a single sound.
Bludgeoning amidst,
A blindfolding mist,
Bleeding wrist,
Down a feeble fist
I start to walk,
In stillness deep,
I see him stalk,
Watching each leap
Smoking weed, I sense a drop,
Nature upon me begins to weep,
In ruins I am; a silting crop,
One step ahead is far too steep.
I close my eyes for a moment to ponder,
Reminisce times and my deplorable sin,
Aplenty of them for me launder,
I crossed the line, so vague and thin.
I breathe my last,
The soul is free,
The heartbeat is fast,
While I become history.
Liberation from love;
Expectati
A man of sorts, he walks with pride.
Out of home with his head held up high,
Appreciation and applause at every end,
Working hard without a single sigh.
See through his heart,
And find a mysterious beauty,
A charm incomparable,
Far from fallacy.
Pure in thoughts,
And straight in his words,
Kindness in his tone,
He is one in herds.
Walks back to his own once in a while,
With hopes and dreams to be understood,
Bludgeoning awaits, that pierces him,
Uncared for he is, in his own hood.
Asleep with pain,
Wakes up in vain,
Back in the bandwagon,
From his blood he'll refrain.
Far away she sees and watches,
Observes every step
Them all restless,
Fearless cowards,
Ran in a crumble,
Of an uncalled grumble.
Queens and Jacks,
Of lands stretched,
Capability lacks,
With minds wretched.
I don't play,
Or neither say,
Do what may,
Prevent this fray.
Create a ruckus,
Mend or bend,
I do neither,
And I have no friend.
Fallacy in promises,
Them all lie,
Masters of games,
Where victors die.
Burning eyes and a flaming heart,
Yet a soul so cold, torn apart,
Pieces of peace, shattered bliss,
Nothing's right, everything's amiss.
Prevailing insanity is an endless trial,
On burning coal, I walked a mile,
Excruciating pain, breaking bones,
Weakened body, tattered tones.
Pitiful eyes gaze upon me,
With a shameful gait, I pass by thee,
I am a sinner, with few good deeds,
But victim I am of satanic feeds.
Guilty pleasures surround thee,
For all these sins, forgive me,
The thirst within will never die,
Into the abyss, I shall lie.
Lets play a game of words,
Where some lie and some decieve,
Words of love and words of wisdom,
And all the things that you perceive.
In a rush of love or that of lust,
We're ought to unite, it was a must,
A shadow, an illusion, a delusion from afar,
Your sear was strong to leave a scar.
A masochist or in loyal pain,
The efforts were all found in vain,
A scent of hope, a fragrance so sweet,
Surrounds me till the day we meet.
We meet again, you envelope me,
It will be dark at the count of three,
All will be said and all will be done,
It will be bitter or it will be fun.
To pierce through an insatiable soul,
Let each o
Wanderers we are searching through miles and miles to find our own. We are normal. Very normal. Nay, we are the conflicts. Where did we go wrong and choose an erroneous path for ourselves? Do we perceive wrong and right? We fail to express. Concealed emotions search for a veil whilst the soul searches for a friend. No two likes are found. Materialism befriends us.
A pen, a paint brush, a thought, an idea.
We become friends. Together we share an eccentric chemistry. We sail through seas and rivers and oceans vast. Imprinting and printing every memory we find. We form our peaceful sorority. And thence begins this search for shelter. A shelter
I moved before the winter storm
the grass was dead; the trees were torn
There was no moon-
the sky was dim
I moved before the storm.
You sang arpeggios late at night
to dolls that sat in lantern light.
The walls were bare,
the world was dead
I moved before the storm.
The clouds began to drown us out,
you stayed alone, I head
Vague but engraved,
on the memories,
of the soulless bodies,
Imprinted on the hearts,
are the words of grief...
Year by year,
melancholy arrives...
Covering us with the dust of nostalgia,
drifting us into the reality,
far from the lands of fantasy...
Wanderers we are searching through miles and miles to find our own. We are normal. Very normal. Nay, we are the conflicts. Where did we go wrong and choose an erroneous path for ourselves? Do we perceive wrong and right? We fail to express. Concealed emotions search for a veil whilst the soul searches for a friend. No two likes are found. Materialism befriends us.
A pen, a paint brush, a thought, an idea.
We become friends. Together we share an eccentric chemistry. We sail through seas and rivers and oceans vast. Imprinting and printing every memory we find. We form our peaceful sorority. And thence begins this search for shelter. A shelter
I know it's around time that I have been so inactive here that I might just be talking to myself with this journal, yet for anyone who's reading this, anyone out there.
So, i first went through the 10,000+ watch notes and hundreds of messages I received here. Thank you all so much, you guys are great :heart: And also thankyou to everyone who watched me here when i wasn't watching myself (as much). Much love :heart:
weird. one word I'll like to describe what was going on. change. difference. diversity. didn't do much. poetry? yes. but to top it all, my realization and observation over this world and its happenings kind of deepened lately and
so its been long since I wrote or updated anything here. not that it makes any difference to anyone. yet. well.
life's been such a weird ride lately. the end of 2011 was a bitter sweet symphony. there were things i was proud of. things i was sad for. But on top of it all, there were things i was embarrassed of. whatever life threw my way, i always fought everything with pride. ive been shattered, ive been loved, ive been left alone, ive been accompanied by the most beautiful people. but its all just been too shaky for some odd reason. and theres this weird feeling of hollowness that i cant seem to cope with, somewhere everyday seems to make
I'm terribly sorry for replying soo late! I actually rarely come on dA now, and unless someone sends me a note I miss messages here.
Thank you for the wonderful reply. I'm truly flattered that you liked my gallery! I'll definitely go through you gallery now and again, I'm sorry for not doing so earlier!
You're from Karachi too!? There was so much more I wanted to take photographs there but you know how it is since getting out a camera or a cellphone (I used my cell camera) might be the last time you see it! lol So yeah, inshAllah next time.
I'll definitely go through your writings in the next couple of days and surely comment and maybe even suggest something if I can. Thanks for the reply again!