My poetic works :)
Pakistan
October 16, 2008
Through all my life I kept something lingering in a corner of my mind my being,
I kept myself distanced from what I know as my vision my voice my soul my being,
I hid the treasures behind the irrational world, I kept apart my being,
I lied to myself and others for just the sake of bitter venom pinching me my being,
I kept running from myself my very own being,
I found I had made myself a riddle, a victom of self gorging psych, a question and
a person so not me at the place I never supposed to be,
I want to get out of all this from all those cold blue nights into the shining bright stars,
envisioning my real being,
I love the days when I finally get to sit with myself alone dreaming my own being,
I keep drowning in the hues and cries shouting within this is not me,
please set me free from this who I am not supposed to be,
I chose ways leading to nowhere near my needs my true self being,
I traded away my soul for bounties unsustaining, I dumped reality of my being for luxurious means,
I have taken it much now no more living a lie I want to be me and live my being...
orignally posted on my mocospace blog
www.mocospace.com/qtluvbug
September 25, 2008
All through the disguise of what I know as life,
Nothing is perfectly tied and all lost as I strive,
Going on and on towards the end of path and when I do reach there it’s all a new story again,
Back and forth into the tunnel of paled visions,
I see what others don’t and it’s not preachified illusions,
Brain stormed unto my being as I shied from living across the choleric beasts hungry of gorging emotions and trusts,
Why the world is alien to me or am I to it?
Why the world shows it cares then relinquishes?
Why the world nurtures us then brinks culmination?
“Listen now to me I have words to make you free” spoke my infirm psyche,
It spoke a hasty way out of vexed life,
It spoke to end what’s alive nothing but my own sacrifice,
It spoke I can be free without worries which gashes wounds on my fate,
It spoke I won’t have to carry the encumbered hopes spilled and cemented over me,
It spoke I won’t have to face the fake trials,
It spoke everything but remained silent when my heart cross questioned
“Will I live happily ever after than?”
The reality of ending myself to counter things which are of restricted period sounds totally different,
My spirit fought an internal war with my reasoning faculties,
It reasoned I won’t be freed but will wander forever between the forces of nature,
It reasoned it’s not the way out but the way into eternal pain,
It reasoned the ones who value me love me how would they miss me,
It reasoned not all does poison hatred there are people who would stare me with teary eyes,
It reasoned who am I to end what’s blessed from ALL MIGHTY GOD,
It reasoned life is supposed to be a trial for heaven or abyss,
It reasoned I will loose life of eternal happiness just for ending mortal glooms,
So what should I do seeing all the deadly pills lying around me, those sharp edged blades,
The rope hung ready to take life away…
Obviously wouldn’t let all those things scatter me anymore I can’t take what’s bestowed and sacredly blessed,
The spirit itself is enough to lead me towards salvation and light my ways to the predestined destiny in the life here and the one here after.
originally posted on my mocospace blog www.mocospace.com/qtluvbug
September 24, 2008
Innocuous are punished and the sinners esteemed,What make me insecure are the ones who are so mean,They the devils why do demean us for just meager reasons? Forget the imitating heartaches caused from your past,And the ones which exist from birth to the time we would end in dust and not last, Gambling with priorities and ones concerns,
It’s a bet to win when we loose our very own self as a person…
originally posted on my blog on mocospace www.mocospace.com/qtluvbug
