Over my Head

Over my head
Are creatures of freedom
My emotions have dried like a desert
I can’t feel their wings
Tied with the chains in this world
Tied with greed, Tied with desires

I know, I see the sky
But still admire the human waste
I know,.I see the freedom
But still seek the slavery of insignificant monarchs
My heart and mind
Are on two different paths
And I am stuck between
Slavery and freedom

Over my head
Actually
I see the contrast in me between two lines

Weaved with your Heart

True are those you weave with your heart
Whether they be words or relations

One does not die when his body dies
One dies when his heart is dead

My wish is to see the beautiful hearts
And listen to the stories that changed them

My heart not being a beautiful one
Atleast could keep their stories in mine

I Wonder, what is the secret of the soul?
How it feels the belief we have?

Is life a relationship of body and soul?
Is death an end to this relationship?

Who would answer me these things?
Life! We experience with every passing moment

Death is just one and unknown
So, weave the truth in your heart

Nourish the soul with Words of God
Only His words are absolute

Don’t measure the world with what you have
Measure yourself as per the deeds you have done

Your hands have come empty and would go empty
Be remembered as a prayer in someone’s heart

Life is priceless and a blessing
But will still leave us dead one day

What will remain to be remebered?
That, what you weaved with your heart





Die Trying

From dirt I am made
to dirt I will return
in between lies the journey of freedom
I will die trying
whether that even being alone

to hell with the world
what if it forgets your name tomorrow
what has it remembered till now?
the wars are still there
the people are still dying
millions in my land are under siege
millions out there are being killed
in the name of peace
some lines from my friend
are still fresh in my mind
that you win the war
only when the humanity wins
the war to kill
is a loss to everyone

humanity dies every day
where I live
the tears in the eyes of a mother
speaks everything
when they take her world away
what world would you offer her to live?
yes, I mention her in every writing
because every day someone loses her son
the pain has no resemblance
a blot on the face of us
who call themselves humans
I can’t watch her to loose
which she loves the most
I can’t watch her wail
watching her son being taken to grave
these are not just words in my heart
this is all what I have

From dirt I am made
to dirt I will return
in between lies the journey of freedom
I will die trying

I Found What I Am

I finally found what I am
A corpse of tomorrow
Shrouded in a white cloth

I finally found what I am
A life that has to die

So what am I boasting about?
what?
money, power and fame
strength, beauty and authority
or the relationships in the world
Am I proud of these thing
These lies
which will depart me soon
A dead leaves without them

nothing is absolute that I see
as evident from the past
where are they who came before me
I got carried away in the lights of the world
I forgot who I was
I deceived my eyes
in the lies
I never realized my existence
I sinned, out of my ignorance
As I never realized
I also have to die

I turn to you
O Allah!
….to be continued

Famous

I also wanted to become famous
But among whom?
the ones who do not even know you
they just follow a trend
the investors have invented
for the current season
No
I don’t want such fame
I don’t want to become even known
even to the single one of them

even if the truth is unrecognizable
I will follow it
Not those advertised lies on the screens
And I will become famous
if not in the world
but surely before my Lord

ATTRACTIVE BUT UGLY

I waited
for some time
scambling the words in the brain
but always came short
a fort built around the heart
was not letting me go
to travel beyond the walls of the world
felt only what I saw in the cage
writing their lines on the page
freedom was a lie
mouths were speaking big and hands were folded
lies were creatively molded
fixing into ongoing series of brands
ones who withstood got canned
the majority were living in the dreamland
crunched and limited
becoming the new lifestyle
they wore gorgeously but remained faceless
lips were buzzing like the mosquitoes
what else could have happened
when hearts were stranded
face never depicted the person he was
glowing outside but tanned inside

so were my words
reading beautiful but felt little
like the world around
attractive but ugly