ظلم کا راج

,جب مزہب کے نام پر توپیں، تلواریں چلتی ہیں

ان ایوانوں ان گلیوں میں جب لاشیں گرتی پڑتی ہیں؛

تم سوتے ہو یا جاگتے ہو؟ کچھ کرتے ہو یا کانپتے ہو؟

سب چھوڑ کے اپنی تکلیفیں اور دولت کی یہ زنجیریں،

تم اپنا خون بہاتے ہو؟ یا جاں اپنی بچاتے ہو؟

گر تم کچھ نہیں کرتے ہو، بس بھاگ کر چھپ جاتے ہو

اور خاموشی کی آڑھ میں مظلوم بنتے جاتے ہو

تم منکر ہو مکار بھی ہو، اور ظلم و ستم کے ہامی ہو 

تم قاتل ہو 

تم چل تو لو 

یا رینگ ہی لو

اس خاموشی کو توڑ ہی دو

یا چلا کر، پوچھ ہی لو

کیاا یہ عدل و انصاف ہے؟ جو جائز اور پاک ہے؟

اس غربت اور یاس میں بس ظالم کا ہی راج ہے۔

Toxic coals

Walking on coals,
Inhaling toxic fumes,
I become ash,
Take me to the river now,
For there I may find peace,
In the all engulfing waters,
That will protect my core,
Keeping it alive and free,
Letting me float to the edge,
Into the waterfall,
That winds its way to the ocean,
Endless droplets of dreams, Emotions, evaporating to the skies,
Which when come back to gravity,
Give life, quench thirst.

Crawling snails

The urge to disappear returns,
The need to puff myself away,
In smoke or tears,
Sitting at the mazar,
Or whirling among fakirs,
On a dusty marble floor,
As one of the crowd,
Among the people of music & dance,
I melt and become one,

But as the snail returns,
So does the pain,
The need to leave,
An ever melting trail,
As one crawls on salt,
Turning to dust,
Or tiny agonizing crystals,
Numbed for eternity,
Till the next thaw,

Strange yet beautiful,
Filled with warmth,
Engulfing, fiery, passionate,
So real it becomes,
That in drunkenness,
Reaching for more,
Discover it was a mirage,
A mirage so beautiful,
Till it shatters,
Hurting, wounding the flesh,
Like shards of glass,

And the wish for death returns.

Death wish

When tears hurt too,
It is time to stop crying
For there is no relief
And pain is eternal
If life gives pain,
It is time to stop living
As eternity for stardust
Is as long as living itself

So as death wishes invade,
Don't ask me to be brave,
Or that if it is safe,
Leave...
I am not scared,
Dying or dead,
Does it matter
If quietness is scarce?
Words, colors run around in the head,
While erosion prevails!

Thoughtful darkness

When the lights go out;
Dust settles down
Darkness is everywhere,
East, west, north and south,
You wait and watch for the sun to come out,
Till you realize,
In darkness is freedom,
The kaleidoscope of thoughts, desires;
And things that can never be screamed out loud!

Awesome women vocalists

Allah Hoo - Hitesh Sonik feat Jyoti Nooran & Sultana Nooran, Coke Studio @ MTV Season 2

Had to share it on my blog!

Thoughtlessness….

I wonder what exactly thoughtlessness is? Considering me an object? An object to desire because of my looks? An object to desire because of certain personality traits or an object not to desire because of any of the above mentioned reasons, it all comes to the same. Does it not? Pure thoughtlessness. But on whose part? Mine? For letting others be thoughtless about me? Or theirs for considering me an ‘OBJECT’?

Am stuck in these questions and I would remain stuck for at least another 10 days as far as I understand. The pain would increase with each passing day, ending at a decision that will actually tell me if I am a DESIRABLE object or an UNDESIRABLE one.

(Sunday April 18, 2010)