All Has To Die

There’s a light in the far that daunts my fate
I am scared, my strength ebbs on this fateful date
There’s a voice deep in my heart that howls in fear
To caution me of the storm that is waiting

Darkened clouds, denigrated sky
Lightning bolts that jostle my heart
The rain is here, storm is here
Those brown eyes are back here

The walls of my Rome tumble in
The light on my porch flickers out
It is perhaps the end of the life
The death of the beauty that was divine

All has to rot, all has to die
Why then fear when all has to cry
It is nothing but a puppet show
You are trifling, just come and go

No tear is worth you, no concern for you
It’s a stage of lies; it’s an act for life
Whose aegis on do you seek to live and suffice?
When it’s a short play with your role of a dice

To those eyes that blackened my white citadel
How would u know what’s happiness and what’s a crime?
You trespassed all boundaries with no streak on your head-dime

The squall has left me lost in thoughts and lost in time
The struggle remains in pulling myself together to coming back to life

What Second Chance Means ?

Rough times, tough days
Wanted your mercy without delays
Seen much, heard much
But your trust was all that could suffice
The pain that was burning inside

Sky is, now, befalling in an ecstasy
Feet are flowing in an eternal fantasy
Second chance was all I needed
Your true love was all I needed
Today or yesterday, I have it now
Time passes, but the curving love holds

The strength, the spirit you revived
The soul, the angel you revitalized
Embraced the life in my small grasp
Breath holds a second chance, a lifelong clasp

In the castle of high skies, the heavens
My prayers, my dreams seared
Your one word, one thought gave me the reason
To look back and smile at the dry season
To praise the might at the height

The motivation to have a new beginning
A deeper meaning, a new opening
From the end that was depressing
Is what second chance meant to my being

A Mere Provocative Realization

This life is just so unpredictable, full of emotions and feelings that we may acquire or create in our own body souls with equal uncertainty. Incidents that we come across leave us with a deeply influencing wound that seems to be out of the technology that can heal it ever. The worst part of acknowledgement is that either it comes to us in a secluded mode that cannot be conveyed to others for their precaution and caution, or it does not produce any consequence in other’s hearts.

But as for a person very much like me, truly emotional and extra-sensitive in nature, the injuring incidents prove to be quite fatal for the personal experience and a warning symbol for the future. At the time of Independence, 14th of August, I happened to embark on a recreational journey to soothe down the extremities and dire needs of the soul, with the family.

Perhaps, we had been destined to enjoy in the midst of worries and some serious realisations. The family, with which we had planned to live and move around, revealed a serious accident that had happened in their maternal family. The son of mother’s sister had faced a severe accident that snatched away his colours of youth and joys that every person in that phase of life is destined and required to have.

The age of twenties is full of unexpected experiences that we might have besides the thrilling obsessions that we might develop with the passage of time. The obsession of speed is one of the cruellest companions that you ever dream to have in our exuberant and vivacious life. Truly said, “Speed Thrills but Kills”, but in the age of novice fascinations, almost everyone tends to ignore the mere realities that are hidden at the other side of the mirror.

The twenty-series aged Lad had been accounted for driving his motorcycle at a higher speed. Perhaps he would have been deluded in the pleasure of being ahead of the winds and world, at least at the moment. But this wasn’t the everlasting will of God. A car in front of his bike suddenly changed its course due to a damaged patch. But the lad wasn’t at the luck to have that opportunity and slipped into the side fence due to the crazy bump. This wasn’t just the end of the misfortune.

His leg scratched alongside the fence whilst he was being dragged by the tilted bike. His flesh was almost warded off leaving his inside veins and capillaries exposed. Profuse blood loss embodied with the separation of the flesh proved to be quite detrimental for his fate and destiny. At the halt of the accident, his life halted at that very instance. In the unconsciousness of the body, his destiny and life were lost in a ubiquitous mist, very far from the reach of any human that could have healed his wounds to give him a second chance.

But there is no second chance or opportunity in the reality of this bitter and sweet life. You have one life and one ending. There is not a possibility of a second fortunate epiphany for return of the exuberance of life.

Today, bare of his right amputated leg, he is lying on the hospital bed with eyes full of tears and regret and mouth overwhelmed with the words, “If I would have been slower...If I would have been slower...If I would have been slower”. Life is not so beneficial and welcoming for everyone. There are few fortunate souls walking on the face of Earth, who would have had a second chance to correct their mistakes and turn back into the Life’s Show.

Whether serving as a precaution or a mere provocative realization, this incident has acknowledged me with a second aspect of life, which I had yet ignored or haven’t contemplated on. If you want to pace up greater than the winds and fly high pass the apex before anyone else does, then recognise your strengths which can serve as a milestone in this life and a certainty of your success.

A second-lasting fascinations end up as ever-lasting regret for many individuals. And regrets are the least things that anyone would wish to do in their Life!

INDEPENDENCE- A Fight Still Being Fought!

Blood scattered, mourning cries prevailing, tears flowing incessantly, clouds overwhelming but an ambience of tranquillity and halcyon is established. All hands are facing the sky and all voices humming the same cry, a thanksgiving prayer to the mighty and benevolent ALLAH. They got what they needed, a desire to curb their social hostility and a grain to sow the field of religion and equality for all.

Whenever the day of independence nears up, a distinctive feeling arises in the souls that penetrate through the entire nation to boil it up and indulge them into festive organisations and celebrations. It is “The Day of Independence”, a celebration day for obtaining a separate identity, our own ethnicity, most importantly our own supreme land.

It embarks us on a journey of the gory struggle and painstaking efforts that were sincerely and exclusively undertaken to relieve us, the Youth of Pakistan, of the prevalent marginalization and discriminations faced on the social and political front whilst being under the British Raj. It reminds us of the primary goals that our leaders set for the nation that completely had to be made for the protection of Muslim rights, a social obligation for the extraordinary mindsets then.

Still, perhaps even after these 62 long years of diligence and hopes, we still seem to be enveloped in a mystified dark cloud of trepidations and extremities in almost every aspect of our country. Whether it be politics or social activities, be it education or terrorism, be it moral instability or communal violence, everything seems to be a threatening dream and very far from the realistic approach and dream of our FOUNDERS.

Was this the aim for the gory struggle? Is it really the INDEPENDENCE or just a notion to placate our hearts that we are free yet being not? Who is responsible for these situations? Before blaming anyone for the present crisis, we need to focus on our personal contributions to this very country. Our governments may have deteriorated and failed, but we were, are and will always be around to aid and guide them and make them aware of the deadly consequences that they might be inflicting on us, unintentionally and unconsciously.

The Youth of Pakistan is right now the most impactful, motivated and concerned group that we have as our only or reliable, very precious asset that can make all the difference! This may have been a quite common notion but to me it is a major realization of my own responsibility and duty towards my own nation. So, for this we all need to join hands and sacrifice a few contemplations on apprehending our skills and potentials and a way of devoting them for the prosperity and development of our beloved nation.

On my behalf, I am contributing to my country by being an active member and Official Media Writer of Pakistani Vanguard, a non-political welfare organisation which has long been contributing to the beneficial development of the country and the havoc stricken areas of Pakistan. The most important point is that this organisation has been made by the Youth for the Youth of Pakistan, and continuously is inviting young people to come forward and lead the very cause for the development of Pakistan, as its main motto states “Nau’Jawano ki Awaz” or “The Voice of the Youth”.

Decisively, it is we who got this LAND, it should also be we who make up a HOMELAND, a heaven to live in and a warming place to breathe in, for it is ours Kingdom and will always be INSHALLAH!

Paranoia!

Why do I feel like this?
I don’t seem to explain it
It’s unusual and incomprehensive
It’s bizarre and devilish
Where are my friends?
I am lost in a ubiquitous mist
Where is the camaraderie
That I had developed so hardly?
I am alone but do not know why
No one is visible and clear anymore
Everything is swallowed and denigrated by the dust
I am caught up in a grotesque ferment
My simmering thoughts seem to be stifled
But I don’t know why
Why do I feel like xanthic and trifling?
I am not distinct from a canyon now
Overflowing with nothing but squalor now
Why do I feel like a stooge?
That is entirely subjugated by the brain
I feel more like a walking zombie
As my senses and imagination have been impaired
But by whom is the knowledge I seek
By those who don’t reply to me ?
To whom I am no more than an entertainer

A part time fascinator?
Or by those who are my beneficiaries
With whose aegis I survive
But who take me as a burden and a mere responsibility?
May be none of them
May be it is my own self
That is brooding on the feeling
Which is not referring to sadness or deprivation
May be I am exhausted and tired
And thinking on what is not there
That never existed
There is nothing terrible or negative
May be it is our own unnecessary thoughts
Those take and obstruct us in a darker cloud
There is only mirth and hilarity
Life is only vivacious and exuberant
So stop dissolving away in deprived feelings
Stand up and make this swallowing darkness glide away
Make your present and life once more redundant
Omit the negative side of the coin once and for all
And together make this world a heaven to live in
A warming place to breathe in
Let’s chant again to make the flowers bloom again
Flourish again and sway again
Spread their fragrance again and scent the world again

Life Is Beautiful!

Flowers blossoming at every nook and corner, spreading their fragrance everywhere you look and ponder. Sky is befalling in an unreachable ecstasy and birds chirping in it with harmony. Wind is blowing and scattering the halcyon and tranquility with strips of joys and laughter. Feet feel like floating over the silent water waves with a calm and relaxed feeling, never brooding on ever treading on the uneven path of depression and sorrow. Life is beautiful!

Children running with flying balloons in the hand. Laughing, cheering and walking everywhere on the land. Being a source of God’s blessing, they are catching the god’s mercy that is descending. Making the eyes of the parents shine, making them thank God every time. Making the owl inhabiting our gloomy hearts to fly away forever and ever. Organizing the messed up lives with the tiny naughty smiles. Putting a end, for a minute, to the miseries and depressions of one’s life. Spreading the love with the warmth of the small and tiny hands. Making the trifling actions of childhood a source of eternal smiling and laughter. Life is beautiful!

Sweet melodies comforting the ears. Making us fly to the unknown and unapproachable destination. Creating dreams out of the mist of our medulla. Showing us the new colors and face of the earth. Soothing our hearts and placating our emotions, melodies are flowing down our soul like water dripping from an inverted glass. Music opening the long locked doors of a new aspect of life, brightening the new-born feelings. Life is beautiful!

People greeting each other with love and affection, solving and brooding over each other’s tribulation. Road is contrasting with the colors of brotherhood, with the warm shaking of everyone’s hands. Bridging the gaps between the rich and rags, making the latter feel as a part of the humanity. All and sundry are helping each other with riches and never thinking about one’s own pouch. Preferring the humanly brothers over one’s own blood ties them in an unbreakable bond with strong knots on the two ends. Life is beautiful!

Airstream with the feeling of eternal love is curving. Yelling with the spirit of love bursting out of the heart. The eyes are shining with eternal brightness and with a special affection for someone special. The soul along with the body frame is jumping up and down with an indefinable bliss. Hands are flying out of control to capture the air molecules of the heaven of love. Life is beautiful!