Aakhir e shab ke humsafar, Faiz na jaanay kya huwe...
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Sunday morning musings- right out of the bed
Mein hoon woh nang-e-khalq k kehti hai jisko khaak
Issko banna ke kiyon meri mitti kharaab ki...
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Saturday, April 13, 2013
Of night, slumber and dreams on french leave.
Mere paas tou khwaab bhi nahin...
The pitch black curtain never rises after I close my eyes; losing hope, I open my eyes every morning.
The pitch black curtain never rises after I close my eyes; losing hope, I open my eyes every morning.
Bittersweet symphony, turning a tad sour
Let me be that forgotten ornament lying in a neglected corner of the house. The one whose existence people don't notice anymore. The one nobody talks about. The ones that catch the eye of merely maid servants, every once a few days; who then pick up a duster to cursorily brush off any dust residues. Pray, let me be.
Mein bohat jaldi thaknay laggi hon ab. Chaar qadam chal ker he saans charh jaata hai.
I've become so volatile.
It's a bit too much, if you ask me. I've achieved the level where one starts to annoy one's own self.
One moment, all I crave for is solitude, while the next, it starts creeping me out. Kaheen jaanay ka dil nahin karta, aur ghar baith ker bezaari hoti hai.
Work was a get away. My dilemmas however, have started to envelope that too in dense clouds of grimness.
Only so much time left now.
'It's only a matter of time now'... someone told me. I have not looked away from the ticking hands of the clock ever since.
It's been a month now.
Lagta hai zamana guzar gaya.
Will I ever be happy again? Not that I want to be. No sir, not at all - mostly because it doesn't make a difference. It's just an objective question that I find myself asking the blank spaces around me often.
If there's something that I wish now, is to be indifferent. Not happy, (but!) nor miserable either. I want to live the rest of my life, as if riffling through the life of an independent third party. I wish not be expected anything of.
Mein bohat jaldi thaknay laggi hon ab. Chaar qadam chal ker he saans charh jaata hai.
I've become so volatile.
It's a bit too much, if you ask me. I've achieved the level where one starts to annoy one's own self.
One moment, all I crave for is solitude, while the next, it starts creeping me out. Kaheen jaanay ka dil nahin karta, aur ghar baith ker bezaari hoti hai.
Work was a get away. My dilemmas however, have started to envelope that too in dense clouds of grimness.
Only so much time left now.
'It's only a matter of time now'... someone told me. I have not looked away from the ticking hands of the clock ever since.
It's been a month now.
Lagta hai zamana guzar gaya.
Will I ever be happy again? Not that I want to be. No sir, not at all - mostly because it doesn't make a difference. It's just an objective question that I find myself asking the blank spaces around me often.
If there's something that I wish now, is to be indifferent. Not happy, (but!) nor miserable either. I want to live the rest of my life, as if riffling through the life of an independent third party. I wish not be expected anything of.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Kissi ko mera khayaal nahin
Dil chah raha hai k bachpan ki tarah aaj phir iss baat per rooun k, koi mujhse pyaar nahin karta, kissi ko mera khayaal nahin.
I thought she loved me, cared about me, and hence was by my side, standing right next to me, but...
*sighs*
You grow up to find out that stars aren't exactly glitter n sparkles sprinkled over the night sky; they're goddamn dead planets or whatever celestial bodies set on fire.
Right back at you, huh?
... Guess it was just a moment, without much to it, but erratic sentimental value.
The thing with moments is that they pass away, this one sure was no different.
I lose again. Ha!
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Wednesday, April 10, 2013
... These pangs of deadly agony in my chest, that travel down my arms, to my wrists, and then hands. My veins, it feels as if they constrict with in a fractin of a second, resulting in nothing but sharper and deeper pangs of excruciating pain.
It hurts - from the inside out. It's tormenting.
Why won't anyone make it stop?
It hurts, goddamnit.
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