Belongings.

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misplaced and shattered,

aimlessly wandering,

lost the key,

to your soul,

destined to return,

all your belongings,

a quarter bottle of shame,

pinch of regrets,

spoon full of disgust,

three-fourth cup lost hope,

half pint faded desire,

gallon full of dismal days,

four quarts dreary bits and moments,

a recipe of hatred,

unveiling,

discarded belongings.

Illiteracy: The Biggest Monster In Pakistan

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Ashamed of the recent incident of a boy murdered cold bloodedly in broad daylight.

I bow my head in shame, YES, “shame”. I just saw the footage of a boy killed by Pakistani rangers in broad day light. It is not just one footage I am talking about, the Chechens a few days back were killed just like that, two innocent boys murdered publicly by common people in Sialkot and so on, the list of brutalities is so long. The real face of Pakistani people is so horrible that it disgusts me now.

They are a bunch of depressed people who are at the verge of disintegration.

It would have been justified for barbarians from the pre-historic era as they did not hide behind a fake education cover.

What is wrong with us?

Why are all of us so quiet?

The answer is simple, we are a dead nation, no one would rise and shout revolution, because they are so tied up in financial crisis and security issues that they would never protest. We simply let it go unquestioned. It is a matter of days, when an incident like this and many others would be forgotten. I for one cannot forget it or let it go unnoticed. What I am so worried about is, even if the boy had committed a crime, the rangers had no right to shoot. In civilized societies, they take these matters to court. The people with that ranger, his co-workers stood there watching? 

After all that happened, the government has the guts to go on the media and tell us, how big a criminal was that boy carrying a toy gun? Ridiculous, utter non-sense !

My anger is not directed towards the rangers alone, it is directed towards the armed forces too, What right do they have to rule us like emperors? None!

They feed and live on our taxes, our hard earned money and go on terrorizing us? They live in elite areas in the heart of the cities, endangering the whole damned population. If God forbid, we are attacked, the cantonment areas are right in the middle of heavily populated towns. It would be a catastrophic situation.

What right do they have to run schools, be chancellors in the universities, run businesses on lands they don’t own, the amnesty plots under their illegal control? I call them all illiterate MONSTERS with guns. Yes! I am no longer proud of their existence. Why should 80% of the budget go to them and less than 1% budget go to education and health. What kind of morale do we support? We can pay these goons to buy nukes they should not have to begin with!

I don’t trust these people hired to protect us anymore, they scare me. This is not the environment any of us would like to raise our kids in. Our protectors are the looters and plunderers, not long ago they did the same to Bengalis. I get goose bumps when I read the stories about the atrocities done by our armed forces, killing students, professors, doctors, engineers, scholars and philanthropists, just because they raised their voices against injustice.

I very much wish for their fake ego to go to pieces, only then would they come to their senses. Pakistan is like that bully kid, who would go on terrorizing its mates, till it is brought down with force.

I see the root of all causes being “illiteracy”. One cannot expect Pakistani civilians to rise, when they have no idea about the rights they have to begin with. We need a true leadership, but having said that, it still is only a dream. True leadership comes out in a nation with true democracy, not a nation with messed up doctrines. The truth is I want more of Allama Iqbal’s visionary Pakistan, than Zia-ul-haq’s, Musharraf’s or Bhutto’s Pakistan. I dream and dream like a silly Pakistani, who nurtures the thoughts of a better, more civilized nation than the one existing.

Nothingness

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Put on a  childish voice,

act,

your indifference is all a lie,

spilling with anger,

as I see,

you are porous,

and yet so absorbent,

always hot,

bubbling with lava,

the sieves that run through your body,

run a blood like fluid,

yet,

not blood itself,

it is thinned with conceit,

your pride has swelled your head,

which is bigger than your body now,

consuming all that is left,

all that ever was you,

a dwarf of a soul,

if any,

too wrapped up ,

too coiled to straighten out,

insignificant,

a caricature of buffoonery,

trivial as you may sound,

so feeble are your attempts of surfacing,

all that I see of you,

is you

 

No Tears Would Come.

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 like a worn out cloth 

 whose threads

make no attempt at tethering together , 

 she lay still. 

 Shaky hands 

and weak limbs 

 too exhausted to move. 

 battered was her soul 

 broken, her will 

 vanquished , her morale 

 her squeals left trapped in the throat 

 and yet no tears would come, 

 only detest, 

 sharp , 

 piercing her chest,

 keeping her alive, 

 so intense,

 that it devoured her being,

 leaving an empty shell, 

 devoid of all dignity. 

 she could hear, 

 her anger ringing in the ears, 

 shrill, 

 loud 

 almost deafening, 

 and yet no tears would come, 

 just shame, 

 shame that blinds, 

 shame that wrecks, 

 crumbling, 

 tearing all self-esteem apart, 

 just shreds left, 

 shreds still clinging onto life, 

 alas!

 still clinging onto life. 

 confused noises, 

 memories, 

 recollection , 

scrapbook of humiliation. 

 and yet no tears would come!

 dry, 

 barren, 

 life drained through sieves of time , 

 all that mattered,

 washed away,

 leaving unwanted residues

 

 

 

 

Jezebel

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in a veil,

she glided,

flouncing the satin,

lifting the hem,

revealing,

tempting,

alluring,

drawing in her breath,

fanning away the fire,

adding heat,

embodiment of the demon herself,

a talisman,

she seized hold of hearts,

every youthful august,

her soul devoured,

and left no traces,

of frail in faith,

prone to evil,

and laugh ,she would

loud and thunderous,

triumphant,

undefeated.

 

 

 

 

Rapture

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soft murmurs,
on the lips,
sweeter than honey,
rosier than roses,
drowned in a tranquil,
sweet slumber,
lies,
a fair maiden,
her dainty feet,
tuck’d underneath,
slender fingers,
curled,,
clasping one another
the  sun kisses tenderly,
the locks,
that curldown,
the wind that caresses,
and leaves,
whispers your name,
in every willow,
and yet oblivious,
like a waif,
the emrald eyes,
blink,
lifting the curtain,
ever so softly,
and shutting again,
i confess,
intrusion,
of this brilliant,
radiant beauty,
glory of which,
guided me,
and drew me,
like a magnet.
i have sinned,
passionately,
O!beloved…
lost in wonder,
charmed and possessed,

pardon me..
my dearest,
as hopelessly drenched i am,
in rapture!

Splinters

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like a broken toy

i carry with me

the remains of what use to be

a simple joy

faith that the heart nursed

absurdly sweet

buffoonish

the wind tossed me brutally and rigorously

unmasking the crudeness

the materiality

i stand alone

with barren hands gaping wide

dreams

slipping away

one by one

bewlidered now

lost in a fog

frosted and grey

and as glum as it could be

sullenly cold

a funeral of defunct memories

burried under heaps

of mendacious and feigned zeal

sham nous

sham bonds

sham all

Euphemism

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don’t read too much,
into my plainspoken expression,
I often misqquote myself,
underrate my cognitive process,
verbalize sharp wordedly,
articulating unseasonably,
of what is left,

in an interrupted,
lamentable excuse for a conversation,
never bridging the void,
intensifying futile endeavours,
of reaching out,
attaining delusive outcome,
where the anima merges,
into obscurity ,
only breaking away all the more,
from actuality,
conformity,
veracity.