Noose ... !!!

He was looking in the mirror

All he could see was a demon

Trying relentlessly to escape

From under his shabby skin ...

"All i want is peace ..."

One could feel the pain

in his broken sentences ...

He put his hand on the mirror 

trying to touch his reflection ...

The mockery of his inner stir ...

tightened the nefarious noose ...

"How fickle are the definitions

for humanity, how meaningless ...!!!" ... He huffed ...

He shattered his reflection

by banging his head into the mirror

where demons were trying 

to escape but they couldn't ...

Now he could see himself in countless 

shattered pieces but demons were still there ...

Haunting him, scattering his soul,

in many pieces just like mirror ...

He fell on floor, with a

fading light in his eyes ...

A heavy breath it was

that escaped his lips ...

Yes ... the demons won.

Another life was taken.

another dream was thrown

into the abyss of oblivion ...

He tried to find peace

He looked for serenity

Little did he knew ...

Peace is not something ...

"THAT YOU CAN FIND UNDER YOUR PILLOW ..."

Submission ...

His madness spilled the words.

His words bled lunacy.

He loved writing his inner chaos.

Happy he was,

he wrote poems.

Sad he was,

he wrote himself.

His pen kept him sane

Though driven by insanity, 

he ended up as his own masterpiece ...

He was like a notebook ...

He kept writing ...

He kept erasing the notebook ...

He kept shredding it ...

He kept burning it ...

Writing was his passion, 

that kept him alive.

That made him to feel,

more like a human ...

But ... last night he broke his pen

And let the madness, the lunacy,

the ink, get dry ...............

عبادتءرائیگاں

وہ کرسی پر بیٹھا کب سے مسکرا رہا تھا۔

کبھی دور پہاڑوں پر تیرتےبادلوں میں گم ہو جاتا۔

اس کی بیوی ،جو صبح سے اس کی طبیعت میں اداس مسکراہٹ کو محسوس کیے بغیر نہ دہ سکی،بولی۔

"پہلے تو آپ مجھے دیکھ کر مسکراتے تھے۔ مگرآج صبح سے کہاں کھوئے ہیں ۔"

چند آنسو اس کے ضبط سے نکل کر اس کے دامن پر آ گرے۔

"عبادت کر رہا تھا ۔"

اس نے ہاتھ میں پکڑی ماں کی تصویر کو بٹوے میں ڈالتے ہوئے کہا ۔

Art ...

"A person represents himself 

by exquisite display of his art." ... he said ...

"You will find an artist

in his sculpture ...

A painter paints himself

on his empty canvas ...

But

Words can be tricky

sometimes they will describe 

the writer's UTOPIA and 

sometimes they will explain 

his misery ..."

*He put the brush in tray 

and started carving his name 

over an idol he made.*

A Granted Wish ...

When i woke up 

& saw you by my side,

whispered in your ear 

my today's wish ...

"Holding this universe 

in my arms for once" ...

And then you smiled 

with closed eyes ...

And slipped into my arms ...

Your lips moved, saying  ...

" I grant you your wish. "

Insecurities ...

He took out all his insecurities 

scattered them in words

in the air, with his breath ...

She picked them up as if

they were an inevitable

parts of her soul,

submitting herself to his insecurities ...

" Now that i have accepted you

for what you are,

what you have been,

what you will be ...

Will you let me love the whole you? "  she asked ..

" I had my insecurities 

You took them from me ...

What do i have now ... ?

... Nothing ... !!! 

And 

"NOTHING" CAN'T BE LOVED." 

... He sighed ... !!!

What if ...

What if our lives are lies

woven with entangled threads

of nature in an intricate manner ...

What if the scenery, he is looking at,

out of the window is nothing but

a majestic mirage of his past ...

What if we humans are puppets, 

driven by despair in pursuit of glory,

in an inevitable race of life ...

What if i am WRONG, just playing

with the words on a paper ...

AND WHAT IF YOU ARE ... !!!

Reincarnation ... !!!

He woke up today

with a new courage

full of life ...

What made a difference?

"The Dream"

An angel set foot

on his dark and empty world

and said;

"I will be your guardian

I will be your wings

Hold my hand and

soar through the heights

once you were afraid of ... "

He opened his eyes

saw a feather beside him

And smiled in sheer bliss ... !!!

Existence ... !!!

He sailed through oceans 

to find God

He crossed the deserts

to find One

He traveled through lands

to find the Almighty ...

Nothing he could find

to fill his emptiness ...

He looked up to the sky ...

"Am i too despicable 

that i can't even have

a glimpse of your existence  ...

I went through the far corners

of your world to find you ... "

"Close your eyes ... "

*A divine voice echoed 

in the tormented lanes

of his puny conscience.*

"May be you weren't 

looking close enough ..."

The Other Side ... !!!

Everything was created

with a perfect diametrical way

Darkness endeavoring light ...

light illuminating darkness ...

*He looked at the horizon ...*

"Earth kissing the heights 

of majestic expanse of sky ..."

*He looked down the cliff ...*

"Earth hiding the abyss 

in her bosom from

the shallow dips civilization ..."

*He smiled at the perfect combination 

of sheer hypocrisy of nature ...*

Humanity suffering at the hand of the one

who seems to be its Messiah  ...

He shook his head in denial

and torn himself in the

two parts of contradiction ...

Now, they could see him,

more bright, with a meaningful smile,

more loving and full of life ...

BUT THE OTHER SIDE ... ?

Shooting Star ... !!!

In a dark night

in the bewildered nature 

she saw a shooting star ...

She closed her eyes

and whispered her wish ...

"What?" ... He asked with curiosity ...

"If you wish something on a broken star

It will come true ..." ... she replied ...

"If Broken things grants you your wishes ... "

*His fingers slipped in her hands*

" Then make a wish on me

*He closed his eyes*

and let me shoot across the sky ... "

INFLICTION ...

He took out his pen

Today he wanted to write

something good, something meaningful

He scattered empty pages 

on his dusty desk with old

smelly half torn diaries on it

His mind stumble across his past

He dipped his pen in the ink

"Oh ... the darkness around me" ... he sighed ...

He leaned on the table

placed his head on a diary

with dust on it ...

"Just like my past ..." ... he said ...

His fingers moved ...

" Yes ... something meaningful indeed"  ... he closed his eyes ...

The bottle fell spilling the ink ...

His pen scratched across the dusty paper ...

" I N F L I C T I O N "

Her Story ...

They insisted me

to tell them

story from a village.

"In a village

full of customs and feuds 

she decided to make a difference 

she picked up books

she picked up her courage

for her broke family."

"Now what does she have." They asked.

"A bruised eye and some healing scars." I sighed.

BLOOM ... !!!

And then light hit the surface of earth ...

A very tiny ray shined on her cheek ...

As if fragrance kissing the tulip ...

And she started opening her eyes ...

Every other thing around her,

started fading away,

against the glitters and

the passion of her half opened eyes ...

"At night everything fades away,"

*He whispered ... His imaginations transcended beyond the wild*

"May be night is the time

WHEN YOU BLOOM"

Wish ... !!!

"So puny, humanity seems to be"

*He picked up a hand full of gravels*

"And then there isn't a boundary of

its wisdom and there is

a matchless pround in his head

with unbreakable courage ...

And yet it was all started

with a drop and a divine command ... "

"What a beautiful creation ..."

*started throwing gravels one by one*

"How beautiful its Creator will be ...

I wish, i could even wish

To present myself in front of Him

With all the purity that

He wanted me to have ..."

Ghost ... !!!

" Sometimes you are me." ... He said ...

"Or may be only a part of me." ...

*Trying to touch his reflection in the mirror*

" May be you are a ghost

Who gets under my skin

And i can't get you out

No matter how many times

I rip myself to shreds."

You & Me

"I am beautiful ... She argued ...

Some people  are meant to be,

It is invisible to the eyes ...

Like how skin wears warmth ..."

He loved the spark in her eyes ...

"Who could have adore warmth

If there wasn't cold to differentiate,

Who could have admire sweetness 

If there wasn't bitter to spit,

Who could have cherish beauty

If there had not been ugly ...

How could you have been YOU,

If there wasn't me as ME ..."

8 Words Story ... !!!

There was a world in her eyes ...

"His World"

Damaged

Every eye was on the clock.
And it struck 12.
She cut her 25th birthday cake.
Song was sung.

I was watching from a distance,
When someone said;
"Another step towards the maturity."

I turned back,
While walking away, i said;

"We mature with the damage, not with the years."

Imperfect Perfectionist ... !!!

Though i am a perfectionist but ...
deep down somewhere inside
i know, i love a tiny stain
over a clean cloth ...

a tiny spot of darkness
in well illuminated room ...

a little demon hiding
behind the cloak of a saint ...

6 Words

In the emptiness

THE SOUL REVEALS ...

Fear ... !!!

He wanted to be something
more than what he was ...

He wanted to be a magician
with a magic wand in his hand ...
Perhaps someone with wings
to soar across the wild sea ...

Or may be a dragon from a fiction
Who lives alone on the dark mountains
afraid of humanity feeding on his restrains

Or may be he does not
wanted to be himself ...

Or may be he was
too afraid to be himself ...