In the depth of the sea, a rose will bloom
Its scent a string of abstract words
These words will spin a rhyme mezmerising
But their meaning never will be clear
Yet, the heart naive
will be baffled, overwhelmed
and will praise the rose's lost wisdom
Of broken hearts and oceans of tears
this rose will tell a tale
And following suit a poet somewhere
will commemorate a rose in the sea
*The title holds meaning related to the poem.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Emptiness
It is a light as white as snow
The white as dark as blood
It is a valley where no flowers grow
Where no wanderer can find abode
It is a creek, pure and shining
With traces of life deceased
It is a cave where no one lives
Filled with carvings of moments past
It is a bottomless pit of emotions
An amalgamation unto itself
Lost thou will be in it
For it is the emptiness within thyself
The white as dark as blood
It is a valley where no flowers grow
Where no wanderer can find abode
It is a creek, pure and shining
With traces of life deceased
It is a cave where no one lives
Filled with carvings of moments past
It is a bottomless pit of emotions
An amalgamation unto itself
Lost thou will be in it
For it is the emptiness within thyself
More of the Amateur
To let my beating heart return to you
but i have a choice
to relapse into sorrow
will be my painful price
Temporary happiness
memories of me and you
might satisfy my essence
but they will compel tears to be due
I write this today naught
to hold you guilty for a crime
but to tell you it is not the same anymore
I have been healed by time
Other things to obsess over
that do not concern you
will, i am sure now, will not
let my beating heart ever return to you
but i have a choice
to relapse into sorrow
will be my painful price
Temporary happiness
memories of me and you
might satisfy my essence
but they will compel tears to be due
I write this today naught
to hold you guilty for a crime
but to tell you it is not the same anymore
I have been healed by time
Other things to obsess over
that do not concern you
will, i am sure now, will not
let my beating heart ever return to you
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Pythia
Tiz the name of an oracle, a being who is a prophesier.
At times when one thinks of their probable future, as does anyone, one can predict what will happen to them. Good studies, a job, a family. Is that not the goal of anyone?
What of those who feel uncertain of anything. Of course that applies to everyone, but I'm sure that they also know that no matter what happens, they will live on.
Life happens. And it brings joys and sorrows.
But uncertainty is not as heart wrenching as a haze of a future. When you do not have that last resolve, that support from your conscience. When it continuously plays tricks on you. Tells you accomplishment is impossible. Even when the heart wants to console, it is busy falling in love, giving you other unnecessary things to think about, while the real problem still lingers. No matter how you avoid it, life will happen.
When I look into my future, the image comes of my ideal one. Indeed, even my ideal future has loopholes that cannot be filled. Honest imagination cannot fool reality.
I know what may happen, and what is impossible. That impossible is the product of circumstances. Those circumstances are a product of life.
The poems and sonnets and songs that end with "life is good" can deceive. One can live in a far off land in the day, "magar taaron ke neeche hum ye soch ke rote hain".
What when there is no hope? What when there is no support? What when everything that is to happen to you depends on you?
I'm sure you do not understand. You will not. You say that everything that can happen to you does indeed always depend on you. It does not. Not just on you. Only a few people in this world are alone. Completely alone. Not just from the inside. And not just Emo teenagers. These are not a ramble of a teenager. They are the feelings of a person.
I was asked a question by a dear friend. She is a victim of circumstances as well. "What will happen to us?"
Majority of they, who read this post, are fortunate in a way that I am no more. They would'nt understand, friend as I answer you today: "I dont know."
At times when one thinks of their probable future, as does anyone, one can predict what will happen to them. Good studies, a job, a family. Is that not the goal of anyone?
What of those who feel uncertain of anything. Of course that applies to everyone, but I'm sure that they also know that no matter what happens, they will live on.
Life happens. And it brings joys and sorrows.
But uncertainty is not as heart wrenching as a haze of a future. When you do not have that last resolve, that support from your conscience. When it continuously plays tricks on you. Tells you accomplishment is impossible. Even when the heart wants to console, it is busy falling in love, giving you other unnecessary things to think about, while the real problem still lingers. No matter how you avoid it, life will happen.
When I look into my future, the image comes of my ideal one. Indeed, even my ideal future has loopholes that cannot be filled. Honest imagination cannot fool reality.
I know what may happen, and what is impossible. That impossible is the product of circumstances. Those circumstances are a product of life.
The poems and sonnets and songs that end with "life is good" can deceive. One can live in a far off land in the day, "magar taaron ke neeche hum ye soch ke rote hain".
What when there is no hope? What when there is no support? What when everything that is to happen to you depends on you?
I'm sure you do not understand. You will not. You say that everything that can happen to you does indeed always depend on you. It does not. Not just on you. Only a few people in this world are alone. Completely alone. Not just from the inside. And not just Emo teenagers. These are not a ramble of a teenager. They are the feelings of a person.
I was asked a question by a dear friend. She is a victim of circumstances as well. "What will happen to us?"
Majority of they, who read this post, are fortunate in a way that I am no more. They would'nt understand, friend as I answer you today: "I dont know."
Sunday, November 21, 2010
And another one...
Let me warn you of this post today. It is on the same topic as many of my other posts have been and I will again and again, in this one, stress how big PERVERTS men are. :P If you're sick and tired and have understood my point please do not read further. ;)
And now:
MEN ARE PERVERTS. :P
MEN ARE DISGUSTING. :P
Even those whom you think you know are not, always are. They ALL are. Something is seriously wrong in their systems.
Of course, God has granted them the most intelligence, but in that He has also made them extremely eeeeew -_-
And not just boys, oh no, it doesn't stop there. Of course they do have thier "fantasies" to entertain, but then grown adult men are just MORE intolerable than any other.
The other day I was travelling in an bus from one city to back home and right adjacent to my seat was a family of four: two small kids and their parents. Now as much as I'd like to write about parents who don't control their kids even though they know that the entire bus is being disturbed, and about annoying brats who are just extremely annoying, I wont do it cuz there is a more pressing issue at hand. Yes i think you've guessed :P
This particular bus service has a hostess who tends to your needs. Brings you soda and food and magazines and whatever you would need. Now, being a family man, the dad had no frikking right whatsoever to stare at the lady. She is not there to entertain your stupid staring habits, nor does she want someone to fixedly look at her body. She is doing a job and you should respect her for that. Instead that b*****d was repeatedly calling her over and staring right into her face, bringing his up so that they're just two inches apart. And then staring at her chest. Hadd hai. Theres a limit, damn him. F*****g pissed me off didn't it? And the man didn't even have the shame that his wife was WATCHING him do all that with a sad face, which is probably why she didnt give a damn to her frikking stupid kids.
Other than the sheer honorable actions of this man, he was also a huge gentleman. The lady brings him a box with crisps and biscuits and he asks her, loud enough for the whole coaster to her "Is main kuch acha bhi hai ya nai?" Is there something worth eating in there at all? And then, looking at the wet tissue paper inside "Ye kya hai"? What is this?. Then after every few minutes he asks her, who is sitting in front of the bus, he shouts over and asks "Kitnee dair hai bhai"? How much longer?
Honestly, if you don't know how to act in public places, please don't enter them. I don't even feel like commenting further.
In any case this is my second conclusion of the post : MEN ARE UNSOPHISTICATED. THEY ARE CAVEPEOPLE. THEY HAVE NO HONOR. ;) They just wanna grumble: Haai meri dignity. Ghanta dignity.
And I rest my case today.
And now:
MEN ARE PERVERTS. :P
MEN ARE DISGUSTING. :P
Even those whom you think you know are not, always are. They ALL are. Something is seriously wrong in their systems.
Of course, God has granted them the most intelligence, but in that He has also made them extremely eeeeew -_-
And not just boys, oh no, it doesn't stop there. Of course they do have thier "fantasies" to entertain, but then grown adult men are just MORE intolerable than any other.
The other day I was travelling in an bus from one city to back home and right adjacent to my seat was a family of four: two small kids and their parents. Now as much as I'd like to write about parents who don't control their kids even though they know that the entire bus is being disturbed, and about annoying brats who are just extremely annoying, I wont do it cuz there is a more pressing issue at hand. Yes i think you've guessed :P
This particular bus service has a hostess who tends to your needs. Brings you soda and food and magazines and whatever you would need. Now, being a family man, the dad had no frikking right whatsoever to stare at the lady. She is not there to entertain your stupid staring habits, nor does she want someone to fixedly look at her body. She is doing a job and you should respect her for that. Instead that b*****d was repeatedly calling her over and staring right into her face, bringing his up so that they're just two inches apart. And then staring at her chest. Hadd hai. Theres a limit, damn him. F*****g pissed me off didn't it? And the man didn't even have the shame that his wife was WATCHING him do all that with a sad face, which is probably why she didnt give a damn to her frikking stupid kids.
Other than the sheer honorable actions of this man, he was also a huge gentleman. The lady brings him a box with crisps and biscuits and he asks her, loud enough for the whole coaster to her "Is main kuch acha bhi hai ya nai?" Is there something worth eating in there at all? And then, looking at the wet tissue paper inside "Ye kya hai"? What is this?. Then after every few minutes he asks her, who is sitting in front of the bus, he shouts over and asks "Kitnee dair hai bhai"? How much longer?
Honestly, if you don't know how to act in public places, please don't enter them. I don't even feel like commenting further.
In any case this is my second conclusion of the post : MEN ARE UNSOPHISTICATED. THEY ARE CAVEPEOPLE. THEY HAVE NO HONOR. ;) They just wanna grumble: Haai meri dignity. Ghanta dignity.
And I rest my case today.
Monday, October 4, 2010
The Weird Dudes.
Dear Irsa,
i m S*****, from Lahore Student of MCS & doing job in punjab police as a head constable. i see ur profile and like it and want to make friendship with u, i want to know about u. if u r interested email me at *******@yahoo.com or call me at 0301-*******."
Okay.
First and foremost, I would like to commend this "gentle"man's attempt at trying to write me an almost properly worded and grammar-ed letter.I mean, I'm sure most of the police constables aren't even literate in this country. Ofcourse most of them aren't doing university degrees either...so awesome. Good job man!
Now secondly: EWWWW?!! SHIT!
Let me backup and tell you what the hell's going on.
Two years or so ago I joined a lame penpal site and got a really cool friend, my age, from Texas. Ofcourse I knew how big a liar she could be and so I wasn't exactly the fairy of truth to her too. But it was interesting. Very much so. I lost my password, and with that the ability to email my friend. And so I recently decided on getting another penpal.
I've been getting very very few emails since I obviously didn't put up many details and especially no pictures :P DUH! And of the few who invited me...like ONE was a girl. Probably a fake one :P
Anyway, Back to this guy. Now, I'm sure i mentioned my particular age group...and he is OLD and still wants me as a friend. Yeah I know, PEDOPHILE FTW?
I have a lot of friends in university but I KNOW them, right? They dont ask me to "make friendship" with them 0_o ...That just sounds downright perverted!
It's not just him. Being a girl means having to deal with your number being passed around to strange people who call you up and annoy the hell out of you to be "fraandz" with them. I've not had the passing around thing (thank-god) but I know enough about being phone-stalked as any other person :P
You get messages and continuous calls from your dear stalker-of-the-moment in which they beg you and plead you. Tell you how they love your voice when you said hello for the first(and last) time they just fell for you right then.
If it wont be "Plz plz fraandship wid me" it will be "u r relly prety and i like u so plz talk 2 me or i will suside". 0_o. I've even had this call with this guy going "Hello darling...kaisee ho?" ...Damn drunkard. Sometimes they even assume names to indicate familiarity...or maybe they'd think we'd be too stupid to correct them with our real ones. -_-
For all these weird dudes, and my friends aspiring to be them, one thing I'd tip you on is that, man, Learn the language you propose in, ask people who are in your age group, and for god's sake, stop being assholes and stalk people. If they dont like your face then you have issues with yourself...so correct that.
All-in-all I'd just wish that men would stop being f***ing perverts all the time. Till the time that this happens(never) I do speculate that soon, Instead of "Hello Reema, kaisee hai jaan?" it might start being, "Hello Zain, kaisa hai jaan? Dekh aurton wali awaaz mat nikaal beta, mujhe pata hai kay tu hi hai re"(Hey zain, how're you darling? Look stop talking in girly voices i know its you honey) 0_o
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Power to the Youth.
Politics is killing the world. And politicians are the visible ILLUMINATI of today, steadily bringing the world to chaos without shame. Slowly the third and second world countries realize that as people grow older, they become greedier and it is up to the youth to save everyone, even though when they themselves will grow older they will follow the same footsteps.
I slowly am starting to realize that the youth is really stirring up and find myself being part of the crowd that really cares. A major, major flood has hit and the government is still doing what it does best: gobbling up whatever aid the other countries send. And who is active? The youth forum of Pakistan. The Rotaract clubs of Karachi. Not the adults. The under twenty-five groups. I'm getting calls to pack packages working endlessly till dawn, summoned to help in fund-raisers. And it seems that the only supplies the victims will get are the ones from us. We are frantic. We pick up aid from homes even. The adult-oriented NGO's would never do such. They just sit around whole days in camps waiting for aid to walk up to them.
People are horrified and despise the poor ones who migrate to karachi because the floods have washed away their own homes. They say that Karachi will overflow and it is not good. They dont understand what those affected feel. Despair. Homelessness. The only thought is of despicable provincial hatred. People migrate from sindh into sindh, their own home and yet the ones who do not belong here stir up commotion. The world has sunk into selfishness. No sympathy is left. They do not think that their God is watching them. Despicable.
Meanwhile in Sialkot, Punjab two brothers are beat to death by a mob. Their crime: winning a cricket match. The ones who lost bribed policemen to charge the boys to be robbers and gathered a huge round of people who beat the two with iron rods, hockey sticks and broke their bones. Even women helped. It is all in a video, I do not lie. And then even when they were dead the people did not rest. They were tied upside down like animal meat, to be showcased to the world, bare chested and DEAD. THEY WERE ALREADY DEAD. WHAT MORE HURT COULD ANYONE GIVE THEM? May they rest in peace. They were innocent. And now: what does the dear government do? They sit in the assembly and sleep. Yes that is in a video too. And so then who is signing petitions? Who is protesting? Who wants justice for their family and the merciless policemen to be thrown into jail? The youth ofcourse. The adults should be ashamed. They watch the videos without an expression of sorrow why we cry over the dead bodies of people we dont even know.
My heart is wrenched as i write this post. I cannot believe how people can be so greedy, so selfish, so uncaring. How? And these are the people who believe in God. What do they think? They are right and they are the ones who will be rewarded? Their rewards are already settled. They were settled when the first tear of the flood victims flowed. When the first pang of pain reverberated through the brother's bodies. When the first drop of blood poured through the target-killing's victims corpses.
I slowly am starting to realize that the youth is really stirring up and find myself being part of the crowd that really cares. A major, major flood has hit and the government is still doing what it does best: gobbling up whatever aid the other countries send. And who is active? The youth forum of Pakistan. The Rotaract clubs of Karachi. Not the adults. The under twenty-five groups. I'm getting calls to pack packages working endlessly till dawn, summoned to help in fund-raisers. And it seems that the only supplies the victims will get are the ones from us. We are frantic. We pick up aid from homes even. The adult-oriented NGO's would never do such. They just sit around whole days in camps waiting for aid to walk up to them.
People are horrified and despise the poor ones who migrate to karachi because the floods have washed away their own homes. They say that Karachi will overflow and it is not good. They dont understand what those affected feel. Despair. Homelessness. The only thought is of despicable provincial hatred. People migrate from sindh into sindh, their own home and yet the ones who do not belong here stir up commotion. The world has sunk into selfishness. No sympathy is left. They do not think that their God is watching them. Despicable.
Meanwhile in Sialkot, Punjab two brothers are beat to death by a mob. Their crime: winning a cricket match. The ones who lost bribed policemen to charge the boys to be robbers and gathered a huge round of people who beat the two with iron rods, hockey sticks and broke their bones. Even women helped. It is all in a video, I do not lie. And then even when they were dead the people did not rest. They were tied upside down like animal meat, to be showcased to the world, bare chested and DEAD. THEY WERE ALREADY DEAD. WHAT MORE HURT COULD ANYONE GIVE THEM? May they rest in peace. They were innocent. And now: what does the dear government do? They sit in the assembly and sleep. Yes that is in a video too. And so then who is signing petitions? Who is protesting? Who wants justice for their family and the merciless policemen to be thrown into jail? The youth ofcourse. The adults should be ashamed. They watch the videos without an expression of sorrow why we cry over the dead bodies of people we dont even know.
My heart is wrenched as i write this post. I cannot believe how people can be so greedy, so selfish, so uncaring. How? And these are the people who believe in God. What do they think? They are right and they are the ones who will be rewarded? Their rewards are already settled. They were settled when the first tear of the flood victims flowed. When the first pang of pain reverberated through the brother's bodies. When the first drop of blood poured through the target-killing's victims corpses.
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