Coming Soon

Ok. This is a sort of a formal announcement for whoever cares.

Although it is a fact that there are too many political blogs already, especially about Pakistan n etc related to it, however, I have been feeling that those are mostly stupid. In light of the above, i declare that a new political blog shall be formed within a week or two, the aim of which will be to enlighten the willing learner about the intricacies of Pakistani and world politics.

As soon as i overcome my laziness, it shall be done.

Seriously.

Neverland

After years of worrying about taxes
You remember almost suddenly
(When on the floor you see
Toy fire-trucks that stare back, innocently)
The land of peter-pan.
Vague, self doubting, fleeting
Like a shooting star,
A memory, still seems real
Of a happy land, so far
Away in time
A land of coconuts and of lime
And of easy rhymes
A land where you could fly
And make pirates cry
A land of glowing fairies
And of fruit laden apple trees
Where you didn’t have to wait
For the reddest of them all
On the top-most branch
To fall
Where tears left stains
And salt when they dried
And there was always someone
To laugh at you when you cried
But now that you have grown
It all seems a lie
Or an innocent, imaginary,
False memory.
Now tears flow through your wrinkles
Like canals in an arid land
And on your side you have no one
To laugh or to hold your hand.

(This is something from my lost archives, lol, written way back in god knows what year)

Ghost of the Yellow Tea Rose

In a movie in black and white,
Smiling upon the ghost of the yellow tea rose,
Is a memory of a golden
Spirit lost far out in a sea,
Memory of a sudden explosion
Of orange flavor in the mouth,
Of rabbits following a girl on TV.
A memory,
Smiling upon the ghost,
Of the yellow tea rose,
Benevolently.

June Nonsense and Other Trivialities.

Water dripping from the beaks
Of birds that woke at dawn,
To a hot summer day.
Prepare for life and prepare for death,
Prepare for the burning coals ahead.
Moon shining upon layers,
Of grass in empty space.

The Last Blackout

The sky is clearer,
In the blackout, she said,
And then kissed
His lips, which
Would be the bloodiest
Shade of purple in a few days
And colder than
The ice of north,
Colder than the
General’s heart.

Haiku

rainbow colored lights
dance in the surreal graveyard
unaware of death

Haiku

in hot dark sunshine
tears are evaporating noiselessly
quiet, hear the sobs

A silent grave [WIP]

A silent grave, my love
A lifeless, desolate piece of land,
Our perpetual death.
Sow a seed by the headstone,
Plant a seed on the mound of dirt,
Plant a rose, black and pink,
Plant a flower, soft as silk,
Plant a life that will bloom today
A memory that will always stay,
Is there no such flower my love?
Whose scent will fill the air of graveyard,
Whose fragrance will touch,
The rotting bones beneath
Unfleshed corpse with starving worms,
Give it life again.
Is there no such flower?
Attracting life,
Butterflies and bees,
Birds and worms,
And a soul, that lives under the shade,
Of a flower,
Forever.

Back.

I’m finally back again after a long absence. Will write soon. In a day or two.

Birds II

If i steal your pain,
- safe in your eyes,
with your unshed tears,
said the crow to the nightingale.
If i wrap sunlight around you
when the winter hurts
your delicate wings,
if i cover the past,
like frozen dew on autumn leaves,
with the intricate nest that oriole weaves,
if i kiss you where it hurts,
be your wings if you can’t fly
be your light if you can’t see,
will you give your songs to me?

Reposting it because the Crow’s question has finally been answered