tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138403292012-02-25T18:30:15.221+01:00Sometimes it proves the highest understanding not to understand. Thus the forbidden journey begins...Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.comBlogger961100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-45211730479249252792011-08-01T15:12:00.002+02:002011-08-01T15:14:47.255+02:00It has been so long since I last wrote something. And yet there is a piece of me that feels dead. In order to rejuvenate that particular side to myself, I have decided to keep penning my thoughts down to myself. I don't care whether I am my only audience. This feels right. For there is no better way to interact with oneself and to explore ones emotions like this. The exploration of thought and the journey that one embarks on is absolutely spectacular. More so is the fact that one misses being whoever we are with ourselves. For there is absolutely no guile and no pretense and that is something truly cherish-able indeed. Welcome back Hasan Rizwan!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-4521173047924925279?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-54420771101242416872010-08-19T15:55:00.002+02:002010-08-19T16:02:04.481+02:00I always knew...<br />knew that everything changes...<br />that nothing ever remains the same...<br />that time is on its side only...<br />and yet I dreamed...<br />dreamed that one day...<br />everything would fall in place...<br />that there will be smiles...<br />moments of tenderness and love...<br />but how do you explain distance?<br />how do you explain disparaging lives?<br />when do you stop?<br />what makes you stop?<br />was it even a stop?<br />when do you start reflecting?<br />On your own self? <br />those decisions?<br />the resulting outcomes...<br />for life is an ode too...<br />for this rain will patter...<br />it patters for you...<br />but tomorrow it would be someone else's...<br />and yet here i am...<br />sitting and wondering...<br />what makes it click?<br />I still believe...<br />that tomorrow is alive...<br />that tomorrow is waiting...<br />that tomorrow is looking...<br />to take over my today...<br />for tomorrow i will dance...<br />for tomorrow it will rain...<br />for tomorrow i shall feast...<br />for tomorrow i shall shout...<br />for tomorrow...<br />it all starts again. <br />it always does!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-5442077110124241687?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-84820279893837957722009-05-19T21:57:00.002+02:002009-05-19T22:05:05.162+02:00this time it's special...<br />this time it's real...<br />this time it all adds up...<br />it makes sense...<br />it's in the air...<br />the flowers seem to contain it...<br />the grass hums its own tune...<br />the birds have never been more melodic...<br />the trees never greener...<br />i hear it all around me...<br />the air whispers it in my ears...<br />the smile of a stranger suddenly makes sense too...<br />uncanny really how everything is in complete harmony...<br />the sky couldn't be bluer either...<br />and here i am...<br />in the midst...<br />at the epicenter...<br />with a certain someone...<br />who makes me want to conquer the world...<br />who makes me want to believe...<br />who makes me love...<br />makes me want to be a better person...<br />be the man i should be...<br />there are times when i can't seem to tell you...<br />all these things...<br />times when i don't quite comprehend the magnitude of what we have...<br />the scope of our involvement...<br />the depth of our love...<br />but i have never felt more secure...<br />never really wanted to step it up...<br />to take control...<br />to tackle and move on...<br />to stand up...<br />embrace...<br />and just be...<br />for now i can...<br />because the sun shines with all its glory...<br />the moon reminds me of you...<br />this is to a certain someone...<br />who has made me forget...<br />everything...<br />who has healed...<br />who has reminded me...<br />the essence of life...<br />of what it entails...<br />and i don't ever want to live in a parallel paradigm...<br />for this is where i belong...<br />for this is who i am...<br />for this is where i want to be...<br />for this is me...<br />and while all this happens...<br />all i can say is...<br />I love you Sana...<br />i do...i do...i do...<br />for what we have is true...<br />nothing more...nothing less...<br />Thank you for everything babes!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-8482027989383795772?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-42461999093450204152008-12-10T17:12:00.002+01:002008-12-10T17:17:49.154+01:00just sometimes...<br />you are at a loss...<br />a loss of words...<br />a loss of sentiments...<br />a loss of compassion...<br />a loss of love...<br />and yet there you are...<br />beats me where you came from...<br />how you dug me out...<br />how you decided to extend your hand...<br />and yet...<br />there is something so amazing about you...<br />the way you are...<br />the way you make me feel...<br />the way it feels so complete...<br />the way i feel so secure...<br />it's amazing knowing that you aren't vulnerable...<br />that there is someone out there...<br />who's heart skips a beat...<br />who's heartbeat is linked to yours...<br />who can make you smile by just being there...<br />where every little sentiment is glorified manifold...<br />you are my miracle...<br />the wait is over...<br />and here you are...<br />and i ain't going to let go...<br />not now...<br />not ever...<br />this is to a 'forever'<br />forever and ever...<br />and while there is no sunshine...there is you...<br />while there is no hope... there is you...<br />while there is no happiness... you create some...<br />where there is no light... your my tunnel of hope...<br />this is to the most beautiful soul i have ever known...<br />for you i trust in...<br />for you are you...<br />my princess...<br />forever!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-4246199909345020415?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-26834512213957572442008-12-01T03:19:00.002+01:002008-12-01T03:29:31.751+01:00sometimes...<br />just sometimes...<br />i wonder...<br />about the outcome of it all...<br />who are we?<br />who are you?<br />what is our identity?<br />what is yours?<br />are you culture specific only...<br />do you like interaction...<br />why so socially alienated...<br />stagnated...<br />today i sit here...<br />a grown man...<br />made to realize that it wasn't rosy after all...<br />that those streets aren't safe anymore...<br />that i really don't know my own neighborhood anymore...<br />that there are those amongst us... <br />who would kill...<br />absolutely anyone...<br />regardless...<br />what drives them?<br />what controls them?<br />what are their aspirations?<br />what do they strive for?<br />how did they end up doing this?<br />taking away innocent lives...<br />targeting foreigners...<br />basic criteria being your nationality and your identity being your passport...<br />so now we are what our documents state we are from...<br />ruddy brilliant...<br />sarcasm has always been my forte but i am a little lost for words here...<br />there is no essay...<br />no emotion...<br />no expression...<br />that can ever justify terrorism...<br />that can ever justify taking away lives...<br />of someone's mother... <br />someone's son...<br />someone's wife...<br />the list goes on...<br />the world today functions like a chess board...<br />and the pendulum swings spontaneously...<br />why is this such a tit for tat fight?<br />why don't we ever learn from our primal past?<br />just when you thought you were advancing rapidly into the new technological paradigm...<br />you realize that you have never been so backward...<br />tonight i will be up... wondering...<br />about what human beings are capable of...<br />and how they channel their capabilities...<br />and how horrendous humans are truly capable of being...<br />this is to the sweet souls out there...<br />you need to voice your opinions and ensure that you overwhelm the evil around you...<br />for this world needs people who can unite us...<br />for we are lost...<br />very very...<br />LOST!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-2683451221395757244?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-41315577057834961732008-10-24T00:49:00.002+02:002008-10-24T00:54:20.815+02:00it's been a long time since i last connected with myself...<br />a long time since i vented out...<br />shared a moment...<br />held a hand...<br />looked in the eyes...<br />nurtured her soul...<br />pestered her...<br />endlessly...<br />chatted her up...<br />and spend the better half of the night wondering...<br />how i ever got so lucky...<br />it's amazing how she can still make me smile...<br />she's nameless...<br />i barely know her...<br />but she resides...<br />deep down...<br />threatening...<br />that someday she will be back...<br />FOR GOOD!<br />we have our little escapades...<br />where i am tormented by my own existence...<br />but then you learn...<br />to assuage your fears...<br />and grapple with who you are...<br />she makes you a better person...<br />completes you...<br />and yet what if you were too scared to go on...<br />and you let go...<br />this is to moments...<br />those moments...<br />when you look back and wish...<br />just WISH...<br />and wonder...<br />what could have been...<br />sometimes we can all be lonely...<br />we can be prone...<br />scared...<br />that no one really listens...<br />that no one really cares...<br />and just then...<br />she makes up for everything...<br />justifies every tormented moment you spent chatting up your soul...<br />this is to you...<br />for i know...<br />deep deep down...<br />that you will be...<br />MINE...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-4131557705783496173?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-39103540227093086332008-09-02T11:30:00.002+02:002008-09-02T11:37:22.632+02:00of broken dreams...<br />of broken hearts...<br />of moments gone by...<br />of moments that never really were...<br />this is to those unspoken souls...<br />who toil aimlessly...<br />feeding on their misery...<br />wasting away...<br />who have limited access to life...<br />who serve...<br />who are harrassed and bullied...<br />made to forget that they too belong to our race...<br />those are our unspoken heroes...<br />who honestly make the world go round...<br />who pamper you...<br />who are on the receiving end of the brunt...<br />always smiling...<br />never daring to wish...<br />thankful...<br />who know not what lodging a complaint is...<br />who dare not stand out...<br />or be different God forbid...<br />for whom, three meals are a luxury they cannot comprehend...<br />we live amongst them...<br />but are we blind?<br />have we lost our souls?<br />are they the ones really suffering?<br />is money the only objective left?<br />we turn to the higher echelon when we are troubled...<br />but only then...<br />so who are we?<br />did we lose our perspective...<br />where there is no honor amongst thieves...<br />where the biggest bullies are indeed the most revered if not respected...<br />is this who we are?<br />why?<br />i am ashamed...<br />of who i am...<br />of what i stand up for...<br />of what i SHOULD stand up for...<br />someday...<br />i will stand up...<br />this is to courage...<br />to pioneers who dared to be different...<br />who never overlooked their principles...<br />sometimes taking the easy way out is a gross mistake...<br />this is to peace...<br />i do not want more wars...<br />we are ravaged enough as it is...<br />our soul is all but lost...<br />let's make a difference...<br />so stand up...<br />because that is the only way to live...<br />this is to my dilemma...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-3910354022709308633?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-65405128543618358162008-08-25T11:25:00.002+02:002008-08-25T11:40:22.164+02:00it has been so long since i actually wrote something meaningful...<br />i've gotten so used to the flurry of activity inside...<br />how it is so hard to grapple and address yourself...<br />those overflowing thoughts... <br />sometimes it can be such a challenge penning down each and everyone of them...<br />and what about those countless thoughts that were victims of being lost in translation?<br />there is this overwhelming sense of urgency...<br />it's always the same old routine...<br />the innate fascination with nature... <br />of nocturnal preferences...<br />always asking... questioning why!<br />it is easy to smile... never thought i'd say it... but it can be so much harder grappling with the plain truth...<br />there it is...<br />like it but can't seem to leave it because it will always hound you...<br />the way to tranquility has to be via truth...<br />is that the only path though?<br />restlessness has taken over me...<br />the vibrancy...<br />those inherent dreams...<br />the motivation to be...<br />to stand up...<br />deliver too if i can...<br />to a professional world...<br />where there are no slips...<br />where there are no explanations or prior warnings...<br />no parents to govern you...<br />i always wanted it like this... but do i?<br />i miss being accountable to my parents...<br />miss those rants and sessions with dad...<br />miss being treated like a stupid kiddo...<br />it's hard embracing all those changes...<br />a part of me still clings to the belief that one day my mom will pack my lunch and drop me off to school...<br />did it have to pass me by so quickly...<br />this is to my parents...<br />for always believing in me...<br />and equipping me with the necessary tools to survive the carnage out there...<br />i love you mom, dad!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-6540512854361835816?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-29100312247976358972008-07-16T16:55:00.003+02:002008-07-16T17:07:44.636+02:00there are...<br />always were...<br />deeply embedded...<br />yet always there...<br />brimming...<br />bustling...<br />ferociously kicking...<br />assuaging my deepest fears...<br />sheltering me...<br />cascading...<br />my dreams...<br />inhibitions...<br />the bestest of friends...<br />for reminding me...<br />that there always will be...<br />a tomorrow...<br />a beautiful dawn...<br />light...<br />and here i am...<br />standing at that juncture...<br />called life...<br />its bustling...<br />robust...<br />all around me...<br />enveloping me...<br />for all those days that seemed like they would never end...<br />for all the moments that you thought would always hound you...<br />for where there is heat there is cold...<br />for where there is hopelessness there are dreams...<br />for where there is death there is birth...<br />for where there is stench there is a scent...<br />reeling...<br />the scene of life...<br />the perfume of hope...<br />for amongst the buildings...<br />the grandeur...<br />the landscape...<br />the meandering river...<br />the heroin peddlers...<br />the gory reminders...<br />the reminiscent red light...<br />there is a glimmer...<br />of hope...<br />of dreams..<br />of aspirations...<br />of the soul...<br />of the magnificemt...<br />of just what we can do...<br />of what the human mind is capable of...<br />of what we have achieved and will...<br />this is to pretty eyes...<br />which never belie...<br />always reflecting the truth...<br />regardless of how corrupt we may be...<br />the purity in them stays...<br />while they perform and communicate the most visual images...<br />playing tricks at times...<br />making the truth appear jumbled and pronouncing the lies and yet...<br />there they are...<br />never ceases to amaze me...<br />just how integral they are...<br />and how disconnected i would feel...<br />if there was a vacuum...<br />just darkness...<br />would i ever experience the thoughts that i do now...<br />and as i gaze down...<br />watching...<br />i know...<br />that there are greater things coming...<br />this is to those who believe...<br />in themselves...<br />in their friends...<br />in those cherished moments...<br />knowing that one day...<br />they will be back...<br />this is to individuals who persevered...<br />for they are the real winners...<br />and i gaze at the rain...<br />my eyes glimpsing...<br />for somewhere deep down...<br />i want to do the rain dance...<br />freeing myself...<br />this is to dances...<br />in the rain...<br />and there is that trademark smile...<br />thank you for always managing to smile...<br />back to work...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-2910031224797635897?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-19659686988313226752008-06-20T08:56:00.002+02:002008-06-20T09:03:08.304+02:00amidst the hubble and the hush hush...<br />walking by...<br />loitering really...<br />being ushered into a new realm...<br />lamenting...<br />the long walk...<br />the steamy conversations...<br />the eloquent verbose moments...<br />those pregnant pauses which never cease to fascinate...<br />there you are...<br />somewhere...<br />waiting...<br />i walk past...<br />the noise...<br />the pandemonium and the mayhem...<br />to you...<br />for the skies are smiling...<br />and the heaven has opened its doors...<br />the starry lit night...<br />the satisfaction of a victory...<br />at the expense of a rival...<br />always...<br />for we are who we make of ourselves...<br />for the roads that we etch out with our own tardy hands...<br />for all the arenas that we gain access to...<br />never looking back...<br />always thrusting forward...<br />inertia powering us...<br />to a reality that is sometimes unbelievable...<br />because...<br />it is yours...<br />and mine...<br />and you know that is where you belong...<br />to a good life...<br />and i walk ahoy whistling(or trying to).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-1965968698831322675?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-40326101152438515102008-06-17T15:23:00.002+02:002008-06-17T17:31:32.800+02:00moments...<br />some bad...<br />some adequate...<br />some eloquent...<br />some teasing...<br />pestering...<br />luring...<br />this is to life...<br />to these very moments...<br />which make you delve in...<br />redefining...<br />always!<br />this is to memories...<br />always sweet...<br />never condescending...<br />never judging...<br />putting a smile right back...<br />for i survive...<br />as the young couple glide by...<br />i smile...<br />for i know...<br />i made it...<br />i did!!!<br />this is to me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-4032610115243851510?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-10784511326437896142008-05-03T21:08:00.002+02:002008-05-03T21:30:32.547+02:00happiness...<br />this is a tale...<br />of love and hate...<br />of life and death...<br />of war and peace...<br />of above and beyond...<br />moments till eternity...<br />some pranced with, some dwelt upon, some experimented upon...<br />of interaction...<br />of humane and inhumane...<br />of sane and insane...<br />of rational and irrational...<br />of me and you...<br />a tale...<br />of an embrace...<br />of a moment...<br />forever preserved...<br />two souls entwined and engraved...<br />for those are unique...<br />scent of the wind won't be the same...<br />of rain when it caresses mother earth...<br />of virgin tranquility...<br />of a glitzy past, a glittery present...<br />and of grandeur...<br />of majestic moments...<br />amidst the peaks, the sea side, the lakes...<br />there you dwell...<br />scampering around...<br />the gorgeous gait restored...<br />the smile restored...<br />the pearly smile...<br />the petiteness...<br />you will be remembered...<br />for all the moments...<br />for the hugs...<br />i may not know where you dwell...<br />i may not know how...<br />or even why...<br />but i do know that i will always remember...<br />so thank you...<br />for admitting me into your microcosm...<br />and i will be there...<br />peering inside...<br />the empty vacuum painfully reminding me...<br />the teasing scent...<br />the whiff...<br />as the sun sets...<br />sometimes it can be hard...<br />sometimes night can be painfully reminiscent...<br />but i will walk away...<br />happier...<br />for that is the only way i know...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-1078451132643789614?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-51479189064908051502008-04-24T03:32:00.002+02:002008-04-24T03:41:49.752+02:00there he was...<br />standing...<br />glimpsing...<br />condensing his experiences...<br />knowing...<br />crying...<br />the darkness enveloping...<br />the plight of a soul lost...already...<br />remnants of a glorious past...<br />the pearly laughter is long gone...<br />the hair has lost its sheen...<br />there he is... trodden...<br />lifeless...<br />never to breathe...<br />the dream is gone...<br />there i stand...<br />watching...<br />a mere ghost...<br />a figment of my own imagination...<br />you will be missed friend...<br />farewell to thee...<br />and yet you learn to live...<br />against your will...<br />unknowingly...<br />accepting fate...<br />cheering life on...<br />for tomorrow promises to bring him...<br />in another life...<br />in another parallel universe...<br />and there will be...<br />reincarnation...<br />knowingly...<br />i walk by... laughing...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-5147918906490805150?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-75408264781912361762008-02-24T07:29:00.002+01:002008-02-24T07:35:06.395+01:00plight of a new dawn...<br />sanctimonious beginnings...<br />of glory and pride...<br />of days gone by...<br />of broken promises...<br />and lands far far away...<br />there lies...<br />a dream...<br />within our microcosms...<br />gurgling...<br />hypnotic tango...<br />tantalizing tantamount moments...<br />of pain and suffering...<br />of fury and flight...<br />there lies a dream...<br />a dream to dream...<br />to be...<br />to pursue and prosper...<br />a dream to witness a new dawn...<br />to chalk one out...<br />to paving ways and destiny itself...<br />imprisoning time...<br />defecting from the evil...<br />from the enemy within...<br />this is to beliefs...<br />our norms...<br />our values...<br />our societal existence...<br />to scary moments...<br />suicidal insinuations...<br />a way out...<br />but life is a dream itself...<br />and it takes winners to realize it...<br />to be...<br />to stand erect...<br />battle hardened...<br />this is to believers...<br />to fighters...<br />who were...<br />who are...<br />and who will always be...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-7540826478191236176?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-5277004226193534622008-02-24T02:04:00.004+01:002008-02-24T02:09:06.677+01:00of friends and foes...<br />about life and death...<br />about love and hate...<br />pleasure and despair...<br />of thieves and philanthropists...<br />of lovers and foes...<br />there it is...<br />just there...<br />sometimes hither...<br />sometimes thither...<br />of by gone opportunities...<br />of lonesome times...<br />times when nothing seems right...<br />feels right...<br />is right...<br />when differentiation into categories is impossible...<br />when delving into the reality is complicated...<br />when the nights and the days are similar...<br />the moon and the sun look alike...<br />when the noise is unfathomable...<br />the quiet moments and the tranquility bygone...<br />times to make decisions...<br />to move on...<br />to stand up...<br />to be...<br />to believe...<br />to fulfill the prophecies...<br />to not make any sense except to yourself...<br />to sit amidst the mountains staring at the vast galaxy calling out...<br />to a night as beautiful as tonight...<br />i sit...<br />staring within...<br />asking...<br />questioning...<br />never answering...<br />and yet somewhere down there...<br />there is...<br />there always was...<br />there always will be...<br />and for that instance...<br />that beautiful moment...<br />i move on...<br />looking past the pain...<br />knowing that they will be there...<br />all of them...<br />standing by...<br />believing...<br />to a beautiful night...<br />there will be others...<br />never like this...<br />for every moment is unique...<br />precious and priceless...<br />substantiative and resonating...<br />i will be...<br />THERE!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-527700422619353462?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-12101291750491112332007-12-16T07:40:00.000+01:002007-12-16T07:48:45.927+01:00the smiles...<br />the teary departures...<br />the reincarnations...<br />warm summers...<br />sultry...<br />seductive...<br />suggestive...<br />the rendezvous...<br />happiness...<br />smiles...<br />tearful...<br />innocent...<br />naive...<br />unconditional love...<br />meandering stream of thoughts...<br />coherent...<br />cohesive...<br />unadulterated...<br />here i am...<br />microcosm in a brobdingnagian universe...<br />endless...<br />the phenomenon of life...<br />of breaths...<br />of memories...<br />distant and yet so near...<br />the delineating boundaries...<br />simultaneous...<br />sometimes even i don't quite follow my drift and yet it is beautiful...<br />awe aspiring...<br />pulchritudinous...<br />there i stand...<br />learning...<br />smirking...<br />knowing...<br />that someday...<br />there will be...<br />me...<br />and till then...<br />let the music flow...<br />let the words randomly form a symmetry of their own...<br />at peace with eachother...<br />somethings we can't do...<br />and yet it is all around us...<br />the perfection...<br />the depth...<br />the innateness...<br />this is to friendships...<br />old and new...<br />raw and proven...<br />beyond any constraints...<br />loyalties...<br />promises...<br />laugh...<br />before it's too late...<br />hug before it's too late...<br />love if you can...<br />for love heals...<br />and i will too...<br />today and forever...<br />this is to you...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-1210129175049111233?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-73665986988767042522007-11-11T01:29:00.000+01:002007-11-11T01:35:49.081+01:00those breaths...<br />the whispers...<br />the lullabies...<br />the usherings...<br />the coaxing...<br />the meandering facets...<br />moments...<br />or eternity...<br />pristine...<br />divine...<br />heavenly...<br />caresses...<br />gentle...<br />soulful...<br />fulfilling...<br />seductive...<br />sinful...<br />there you are...<br />with me...<br />far...<br />distant...<br />looming...<br />suggestive...<br />and yet...<br />i look...<br />somewhere around...<br />in the air...<br />amidst the raindrops...<br />as they gently torment my skin...<br />i feel your presence...<br />looming...<br />somewhere amidst the shadows...<br />smiling...<br />lingering moments...<br />teasing...<br />somewhere down the road i lost my sanity...<br />discovered sanity...<br />lost it again...<br />and now i am a sane lunatic...<br />innocent convict...<br />the fulfillment is no more...<br />and yet...<br />there is a glimmer...<br />beckoning...<br />i walk a lonely road...<br />tormenting the soul...<br />and yet i keep moving...<br />for there will be a dawn...<br />for there will be hope...<br />for someday...<br />you will decide to drop by...<br />conventional and yet challenging...<br />cacooning me...<br />sheltering...<br />protecting...<br />arching over...<br />and till then...<br />the search will continue...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-7366598698876704252?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-46661508638816574332007-10-27T14:32:00.000+02:002007-11-12T17:37:22.610+01:00phenomenon of a revolution...<br />revolution of a process...<br />cognition of a unit...<br />meshing in of a system...<br />silence...<br />dearth...<br />murky pasts...<br />hazy subliminal future...<br />present concerns...<br />alacrity of beings...<br />various stakeholders...<br />the vicious circle...<br />the guillotinal pendulum...<br />this is it...<br />or is it?<br />while there is passion there is strength...<br />for where there is love there is hatred...<br />where there is racism there is multiculturalism...<br />where there is pain there is happiness...<br />where there is ecstasy there is bliss...<br />where there are back stabbers there are parents...<br />where there is no one there ALWAYS is a someone...<br />somewhere...<br />looking out...<br />noticing...<br />your subtleties...<br />thinking...<br />brandishing...<br />ceremoniously harbinging...<br />resonance of a life within a life...<br />sometimes giving up is not it...<br />sometimes it pays to be tough...<br />to believe in thyself...<br />for where there will be darkness there will be light...<br />for where there is a dark abyss there is a miracle...<br />a miracle of creation...<br />of life...<br />of conformity...<br />of norms...<br />of sweet havens...<br />of you and me...<br />of lovers...<br />there we are...<br />there i am...<br />we are all out there...<br />and sometimes...<br />it doesn't take much to reach out...<br />to share...<br />to broach...<br />to allay and quell...<br />for somewhere...<br />the wheel churns...<br />what goes around will come around...<br />and thus...<br />i smile knowingly...<br />for i have known smile...<br />as a tool...<br />to shade myself...<br />now i shall sleep...<br />peace prevails...<br />noise prevails...<br />the birds signal...<br />the clouds mingle...<br />and right there...<br />a new life begins...<br />a new beginning...<br />second chances...<br />a couple holds hands...<br />i walk by smiling...<br />KNOWING!<br />for tomorrow...<br />it shall be me...<br />for tomorrow...<br />will be mine!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-4666150863881657433?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-40180098557408874392007-10-20T02:01:00.000+02:002007-10-20T02:13:17.698+02:00submission...<br />the art...<br />the soul...<br />the physical indulgence...<br />the act...<br />be it prayer...<br />be it music...<br />be it science...<br />be it art...<br />defining the essence of life...<br />it's like a flash...<br />and then...<br />NOTHING!<br />all gone in a blink...<br />life...<br />the phenomenon...<br />the beauty from up there...<br />amidst the skies...<br />flanked by angels...<br />surrounded by horizons...<br />there it is...<br />whiz...<br />and it's over...<br />is it a blessing...<br />a curse...<br />remnants of a shoddy existence...<br />or the path to tranquility...<br />from now...<br />to now...<br />life prances...<br />warming the congealed blood...<br />functioning...<br />fueling us...<br />reinvigorating us to follow...<br />the quest...<br />for?<br />is it?<br />am i?<br />will we?<br />do i?<br />how?<br />where though?<br />within?<br />outside?<br />and at the end...<br />if you can smile...<br />if life taught you to...<br />your a winner...<br />in that defining moment...<br />when a mother gives birth...<br />when a bee returns home for honey...<br />when a salmon gives birth and dies for it...<br />life is there to be witnessed...<br />in all it's grandeur and beauty...<br />and tomorrow...<br />would be a new horizon to witness...<br />a new goal...<br />this is to those who live...!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-4018009855740887439?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-4010562637077642582007-10-19T17:02:00.000+02:002007-10-19T17:11:34.302+02:00there are still moments...<br />when you breathe down on me...<br />when i can feel your presence...<br />lingering down...<br />sweeping me in you...<br />there you are...<br />never too close...<br />and yet so near...<br />remember those times...<br />when i'd sweep you...<br />play with your tussled hair...<br />and feel like i owned the world...<br />now...<br />there is sadness...<br />there is darkness...<br />the niche ain't lighting up my world...<br />the microcosm ceases to be...<br />there are times when i cease to exist...<br />perhaps merely a spectator of my own destiny...<br />shadowing my very moves and yet the essence...<br />lost...<br />somewhere...<br />faraway...<br />now...<br />i walk...<br />atleast i am learning to...<br />to standup...<br />i wonder...<br />the worth of every life...<br />the value placed on the souls...<br />the plight of the young ones...<br />the wail of the widows...<br />pain and plight...<br />of the poor...<br />ALWAYS...<br />here i am...<br />yielding...<br />to a world i know not...<br />to principles i perceive not...<br />to a culture i believe not...<br />identity...<br />was it always a farce?<br />am i the possessed or the possessor?<br />am i the persecuted or the persecutor?<br />the tormented or the tormentor?<br />sometimes...<br />i know not...<br />and this is why the journey goes on...<br />but something deep down trembles...<br />for all is not lost...<br />where there is night...<br />there will be a new dawn...<br />and thus i wait...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-401056263707764258?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-90152139565327148462007-09-25T01:52:00.000+02:002007-09-25T02:17:11.535+02:00compartmentalisation...<br />sometimes i feel that one has to step outside the box...<br />give Monsieur Logic and Frau Common Sense a break...<br />it is sad when people forget to breathe...<br />the art of living...<br />of being happy and forwarding it to those who need it the most in the happiness chain<br />the little boy in Africa...<br />the little orphan in Afghanistan...<br />the elongated and devastated mother in Iraq...<br />rationale...!<br />it exist?<br />where? who decides that? <br />imagine if there is no light at the break of dawn...<br />imagine that the taps of the world run dry...<br />scarcity of the basic ameneties we have always taken for granted...<br />there is draught...<br />mother earth is sad and violated...<br />she sounds her trumpets and it thunders...<br />she can't cry and the rivers dry up...<br />paralysed and thus no crops...<br />there we are...<br />the being who thinks its always about them...<br />tonight there is no night...<br />there is no tomorrow...<br />there never was a yesterday and there will be no today..<br />farce...<br />dicey...<br />and yet something feels right...<br />deep down in the bosom there is still warmth...<br />there are stirrings...<br />impatient and yet passionate...<br />the yearning and the drive...<br />the vigor and the mercurial vapors to succeed...<br />something keeps propelling the belief systems...<br />to believe in the light...<br />to rise up and dream...<br />it all sinks in...<br />coincidences i'd think not...<br />touche or dejavu...<br />left or right...<br />east or west...<br />i seek...<br />and yet someone somewhere far away makes me alter my beliefs...<br />someday i'd tell her...<br />till then...<br />i will express...<br />of the woebegone times...<br />of the old and the foolish...<br />of youth and volatility...<br />somewhere by a street light...<br />i'd be standing...<br />waiting to make dreams with you...<br />tonight i escape...<br />to the dazed passages of slumber...<br />the conquest begins...<br />and while someone somewhere will lose a life...<br />many more will be borne...<br />fortunes will be made...<br />fortunes would be plundered...<br />the wheel of life would continue...<br />there will be rainbows...<br />there will be storms...<br />tsunamis and hurricanes...<br />monsoons and snowfalls...<br />and life would go on...<br />so will we...<br />this is to life...<br />and to someone who makes it more holistic...<br />to life...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-9015213956532714846?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-58228131468829395222007-09-25T01:37:00.000+02:002007-09-25T01:50:08.240+02:00the atrociousness...<br />the cruelty...<br />the sarcasm...<br />the contradictions...<br />the fumes...<br />the fear...<br />or the alacrity of it...<br />there i am...<br />standing...<br />silently watching...<br />the pattering continues...<br />demi gods smile down...<br />still standing...<br />miracle...<br />like a conception...<br />pure and pristine...<br />there she is...<br />the air seems to be wary...<br />gently stroking her hair all the time...<br />i stand and watch...<br />a lifetime of memories seem to bog me...<br />solitude or engagements...<br />peace or discord...<br />bravery or cowardice...<br />nothing matters...<br />nothing makes sense...<br />it does in a nonsensical way...<br />but which way is that way...<br />boggled i stand...<br />should i?<br />would i?<br />will i?<br />a lingering smile preps up...<br />the beauty of the moment is captured by eternity and packaged by vacuum...<br />it feels like it...<br />the real deal...<br />tis been so long since i last checked...<br />tonight this angel will lighten up my discords...<br />tonight is the night...<br />the galore...<br />the gentle shake of the head...<br />the flippant uppity walk which makes you fall into a trance...<br />this is to someone special...<br />who makes me want to...<br />to...<br />to be...<br /><br />THE LAST MAN STANDING...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-5822813146882939522?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-67653240312544666422007-03-19T04:26:00.000+01:002007-03-19T04:32:11.557+01:00this is to a soul...<br />a kindred spirit...<br />a man...<br />a good man...<br />this is to our team coach, Mr Bob Woolmer who passed away yesterday...<br />he has left a nation tormented and grappling for targets to point fingers at...<br />and in a way this is our darkest moment indeed...<br />this is God making us search from within...<br />where we have gone wrong...<br />where meritocracy lies dead...<br />where there is no accountability...<br />no dignity...<br />no realm...<br />no one at the helm ANSWERABLE...<br />a mockery of the system indeed...<br />but then since when have institutions counted for anything...<br />it's the people which etch an institution and the vice versa does not hold...<br />this is to tough times...<br />sometimes you have to put your head down and humbly admit...<br />to all the wrong doings...<br />what you could have done differently...<br />and as a nation all we expect...<br />is a decent show...<br />and like last time...<br />this time implies forgiveness...<br />there will be tomorrow...<br />new heroes...<br />new figure heads...<br />a different scenario...<br />a different ball game...<br />life goes on...<br />and sometimes just when we imagine that this is the end of the world...<br />something so truly beautiful and aspiring occurs...<br />that we are forced to smile...<br />a passionate smile...<br />lurking at the nook of our lips...<br />outlining our innocence...<br />and so...<br />today is the beginning of a new dawn...<br />so let's live and let live...<br />i move...<br />to greener pastures...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-6765324031254466642?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-42131292064624236032007-03-09T11:57:00.000+01:002007-03-09T12:40:36.176+01:00and so the going went...<br />'when the going gets tough...the tough get going...'<br />all those years...<br />i kept wondering when it would be my turn...<br />my turn to take on the world...<br />to challenge their outlandish outlooks...<br />to address the ongoing skirmishes...<br />when it would be my time...<br />the winters bristled...<br />the leaves demonic...<br />the eerie silence...<br />the moaning winds...<br />there i stood...<br />somewhere away from the warmth of the fireplace...<br />looking...<br />with renewed hope and vigor...<br />with all the pain taking its toll...<br />i stood...<br />unfettered...<br />like a pillar...<br />and then...<br />time weaved its seductive web...<br />of continuity and stealthy...<br />slowly and yet surely...<br />there i stood...<br />looking at a world which i knew not...<br />taking in the emotions...<br />or their remnants...<br />glancing at a mankind...<br />with no soul...<br />with utter disregard for love...<br />where universal doctrines were somewhat monetary...<br />where every transaction was a move in the stock markets...<br />where life itself was webbed and mechanized...<br />where there were robots in the shape of humans...<br />lifesize and THERE...<br />i stood...<br />and then...<br />all the disappointments...<br />all the missed opportunities...<br />all those times which felt like the end...<br />it happened...<br />and in a short space a lot of it too...<br />while we are mere occupants on a chessboard and every move that we make has recurring consequences...<br />to every action there is an equal and opposite reaction...<br />the only newton's law that ever made sense...<br />and there it was...<br />the time when your trial was over...<br />no more mettle testing...<br />no more insinuations...<br />no more dull drudgery...<br />there was life...<br />undulating...<br />but in a way that seemed possessed...<br />a way which enticed you to give it a shot...<br />to let go of the grudges...<br />to start afresh...<br />like a new dawn...<br />a reinvigorating spring...<br />like a bud about to blossom...<br />there it was...<br />all the dreams...<br />carved...<br />chiselled...<br />and there to be trampled upon...<br />by the reality...<br />the way we foresaw...<br />standing...<br />embracing...<br />yet again...<br />and in that instance...<br />God smiled...<br />upon his creation...<br />enabling him to know BRUTE FORCE...<br />pleasure in pain...<br />and now the pain in pleasure...<br />both sides...<br />it was time to walk the final walk...<br />the walk to the gallows...<br />where the final decision loomed...<br />how long before we sucuumb...<br />before we take the bait...<br />i grimaced...<br />knowing...<br />there will never be a second time...<br />there will be no looking back...<br />there will be no hiccups...<br />transition complete...<br />LIFE RESTORED...<br />and i wake up...<br />to the sound of jaybirds...<br />of a new dawn...<br />of untold opportunities...<br />of life...<br />i walk away...SMILING<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-4213129206462423603?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-18374560198736819182007-03-04T22:56:00.000+01:002007-03-04T23:05:12.949+01:00they said it...<br />they portrayed it...<br />the winds whispered...<br />the peripheries carried it...<br />the mountains knoweth...<br />the dewdrops sinned...<br />never knowing...<br />the mystery...<br />there it was...<br />without a constraint...<br />without any barriers...<br />painstakingly prepped up...<br />for the forces...<br />that he knew not...<br />there he stood...<br />worshipping...<br />the only way he knew...<br />knowing...<br />that life would never be the same...<br />a point of no return...<br />the island of trinity...<br />of saintly paradigms...<br />there he stood and pondered...<br />the threshold struck...<br />with all its hefty torque...<br />torpedoing his thoughts...<br />allaying his greatest fears...<br />in that moment...<br />the flashbang...<br />the blackholes...<br />the serenity...<br />the sinisterhood...<br />everything made sense...<br />there it was...<br />revealed onto him...<br />for once and forever...<br />this is to someone really special...<br />my other half...<br />my better half...<br />my soul...<br />my existence...<br />this is to you Madiha...<br />for i have known love...<br />and i have conquered it...<br />to you...<br />i live...<br />with a mission...<br />a reason...<br />peace hath prevailed...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-1837456019873681918?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-59401820122630013762007-01-30T21:57:00.000+01:002007-01-30T23:26:51.737+01:00and the war is over now...<br />or so they proclaim...<br />suddenly humans dont appear humane...<br />their skulls ought to be harnessed...<br />then what is a revolution...<br />what about the french and the industrial revolution???...<br />was there ever a revolution?<br />ever justice?<br />ever humanity?<br />religious days aren't sanctimonious but are rather opportunities to terrorise...<br />why the militia?<br />why the tyranny?<br />why the stand-offs?<br />why the genocides?<br />ever wondered what suffocation feels like?<br />hold you breath...<br />you would know what it belies...<br />where are the choices?<br />where are the finer facets?<br />war games...<br />war music...<br />war war war...<br />when will we be civil?<br />will we be civil?<br />there is mayhem...<br />uproar...<br />chaos...<br />why do i write?<br />am i escaping from myself?<br />am i justifying my actions?<br />am i relaying the message that somewhere down the lane i cared?<br />i cared?<br />i was so busy growing up...<br />i never knew i did...<br />but i do?<br />where are the sweet folk lores?<br />why did our grannies lie to us?<br />why were they detracting us from the injustices and the gory reality?<br />everyone around me seems to be detonating...<br />some for moralistic reasons...<br />some for holistic causes...<br />some for the mayhem...<br />some roadies who want it out?<br />some bourgeois....<br />some femme fatale...<br />the moral of the story is...<br />there is no moral...<br />our love is polluted...<br />and so are our riverines...<br />and the sea bed...<br />the grotesque churning of life is relaying destruction...<br />to all quarters...<br />be it the Arctic glaciers...<br />or the Amazon jungle...<br />The river Nile...<br />or the Sahara...<br />who are the enemies?<br />nature or us?<br />i don't smell...<br />i don't hear...<br />i don't see...<br />i don't feel...<br />then what are we doing?<br />what are the politicians lobbying...<br />or are we too busy to notice?<br />personal vandettas...<br />personal glory...<br />agendas which reek of power...<br />is sports the answer for injustices...<br />Ahhh well sir...<br />while we kill...<br />while we loot...<br />while we plunder...<br />why we create mayhem...<br />you, stupid as you are...<br />you chose us...<br />smirks...<br />you watch...<br />be it football...<br />be it cricket...<br />be it wrestling...<br />gosh how we love it...<br />secretly...<br />somewhere within...<br />the animal smiles...<br />pregnant pause...<br />and back...<br />humanity restored...<br />look around...<br />wonder why...<br />we can live a life that's just about never satisfied...<br />who's side are you on...<br />ohh i forgot...<br />you aren't important enough...<br />even the water boy vacancy is taken by some opportunist...<br />so...<br />in essence...<br />you lose some...<br />you win some...<br />then why are the losers us?<br />global warming makes me laugh...<br />when we have destroyed and plundered mother earth...<br />we want to restore her sanctity...<br />are you for real?<br />HUH!!!<br />now you remember...<br />now that your political power is all but extinct...<br />suddently the green house gases gain a new perspective...<br />or were you too lazy to notice...<br />we are criminals...<br />inside out...<br />but there are some...<br />who still make those dreams happen...<br />like our parents...<br />their roles alter...<br />but they continue to provide...<br />continue to support...<br />and yet...<br />sometimes our own immortals...<br />our heroes...<br />committ to acts...<br />which we don't expect...<br />so where does it begin...?<br />in our own backyards...<br />horrifying...<br />yet true...<br />the change...<br />the transition...<br />the institution...<br />they are figments of our imagination...<br />our fantasies...<br />but...<br />someone somewhere and sometime real soon...<br />has to rise...<br />and will...<br />from within us...<br />to allay and assuage our fears...<br />time to step it up...<br />time to let go of the tranquilizers...<br />and find peace from within...<br />sacrifice...<br />initiate...<br />pioneer...<br />and then...<br />the cycle will churn...<br />not depotism...<br />but rather...<br />life will churn life...<br />flowers will blossom...<br />ice will form...<br />our souls will return...<br />someday...<br />someday indeed...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-5940182012263001376?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-55929805891306934192007-01-28T21:04:00.000+01:002007-01-28T21:37:58.031+01:00Ever felt like nothing seems to make sense? Everytime you tap on the keyboard and seem to jumble up your ideas and the right words cease to appear on the screen and the incessant blinking of the cursor bugs you. There are times when nothing seems to go right and you absolutely detest anything that moves(and even things which are inanimate). <br />I feel like such is my case. It has been so ruddy long since i last conversed with myself. Trust me i am not presenting any excuses but genuinely feel that it is injustice to suppress your soul and your emotions. We all have our ways of expressing our emotions and my niche is probably writing my heart out. And in a weird way it's not the same writing to yourself in Microsoft Word. <br />Life has never been this interesting and this exciting in a long time. It's like the ushering in of a new era. A new beginning. Rekindled soul. It's like a pilgrimage. A Journey which we undertake for holistic causes. And yet even when everything seems to go right...when you imagine that nothing could probably go wrong...<br />you still end up feeling incomplete for no obvious reason...<br />when you desire something more than the obvious...<br />i feel that we need to voice our opinions...<br />be it our political views, religious observations, academic experiences, or just our own intellect, we, human beings, being social need to vent out our energy, otherwise our karma frustrates us. <br />i don't really know how much sense i make...<br />Ever known what it feels like to wait...<br />and wait...<br />and wait...<br />STILL WAITING...!!!<br />transition can sometimes be like that...<br />times when it leads you on...<br />it's like switching on and off...<br />on and off...<br />on and off...<br />ahhhhhh the monotony...<br />it's like being taken advantage of... :) i mean it...<br />ironic as it may sound, i can be so funny in real life, laugh, pull up my socks and a straight face...<br />never letting my defences drop...<br />and yet...<br />here...<br />i can't seem to act...<br />so much has been going on...<br />where do i begin?<br />what do i say?<br />do i talk about the poverty around me?<br />the inequality?<br />the brawls?<br />how many people lose their lives everyday in the just name of 'terrorism'?<br />Or do i write about the political debacles and the unbecoming politicians who are everything BUT the representatives of the common man...are they really our figure heads who ought to be plastered as figurines in our households???<br />Or are we squandered of our rights everyday?<br />Do i write about religious extremism?<br />The uncouth incidents occuring in the sanctimonious month of muharram...<br />Do i quote the democrats and their chichi ways...or their hypocrisy?<br />Is Iran that bad?<br />How important is 'Big Brother' for all of us?<br />Since when has Shilpa Shetty been the representative of the Indian people the world over?<br />Who's worse?<br />Saddam or Bush?<br />Is bad someone who is weak enough to cede in?<br />Or is he someone who was too stupid for their own good?<br />Or are they people who are dumb enough to get caught? Or even piss their seniors...<br />Where is humanity?<br />When i look around...<br />everything...<br />every banner...<br />every facet of life reeks of materialism...<br />the billboards proclaim it...<br />and so does the rest of the media...<br />who are the moguls???<br />Not the aristocrats...<br />when was the last time you heard of Plato or Aristotle...<br />ahhhh well Donald Trump is quite a household name though...<br />how moralistic are these people...<br />and then there is war...<br />all around us...<br />everyday of our lives...<br />a constant strife...<br />the streets are not safe...<br />little children do not know outdoors anymore...<br />there are villains who are deadlier than any vampire could ever be...<br />where did all those heroes go?<br />Diana died...<br />So did Mother Teresa...<br />who do we eulogize about?<br />and yet inroads have been achieved...<br />A female president for USA?<br />Equality for women?<br />Equal participation?<br />Economic sanctity?<br />and then i smile...<br />more blasts...<br />sometimes in the neighbourhood...<br />Sometimes in Baghdad...<br />Sometimes in Damascus...<br />Sometimes in Beirut...<br />muslims annihilated...<br />and you sit...<br />and you sit...<br />and you sit...<br />innocense lost...<br />i'm pulverized...<br />how long do i wait?<br />was life really about personal endeavours?<br />then what about rising to the occassion and standing up for what you believed in?<br />where did all the souls run off to?<br />Since when was money the official representative of our societies?<br />and yet there aree people...<br />who lay their lives for others...<br />people who cross borders...<br />war correspondents...<br />UN workers...<br />humanitarian workers...<br />Red Cross...<br />NGO's fulfilling the needs of aids victims...<br />acid burn victims...<br />people who create trusts and grants for such beings...<br />aren't those the heroes of today...<br />the unsung heroes...<br />they need not stand in the line of fire...<br />and yet they do...<br />they are greater than all of us...<br />bigger than thou...<br />and i keep smiling...<br />for i know...<br />that tomorrow...<br />when i wake up...<br />and if i am lucky...<br />i might meet someone...<br />whom i'd cherish forever...<br />and i go on...<br />smiling all the way...<br />innocense restored...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-5592980589130693419?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-41785948987804548072007-01-25T11:49:00.000+01:002007-01-25T12:45:02.452+01:00this goes out to lost creativity...<br />lost in translation...<br />there were days...<br />when i felt lost...<br />when i felt plundered and looted...<br />when nothing seemed to go right...<br />there was darkness...<br />there was misery...<br />devil befriended me...<br />there was no right or wrong...<br />there was pain...<br />there was suffering...<br />transfixed faces...<br />laden with antagonism...<br />deathly eyes...<br />failed dreams...<br />quite an addition to the failed states...<br />which massacred humanity...<br />instead of the vigilante...<br />they were the murderers...<br />the villains...<br />but then...<br />all is not lost...<br />where there was Bush...<br />there was Clinton...<br />where there was Hitler...<br />there was Gandhi...<br />and yet what goes around, comes around...<br />this is the story of the children of the world...<br />this is a story of the humanity yet to come...<br />this is for their struggle...<br />this is to all the women around the world...<br />persecuted and raped...<br />this is to mothers, quite used to witnessing the bloodshed of their sons...<br />this is to daughters, who knew not who a father figure really was...<br />this is to all those orphans, all those beleagured beings...<br />this is to humanity...<br />to man...<br />to rise...<br />to procrastinate...<br />to bow...<br />to pray...<br /><br />i am back...<br />to voice...<br />to air...<br />to investigate...<br />and to address...<br />not those around me...<br />but my own intellect and faculties which beckon me...<br />thus where there is darkness there WILL be light...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-4178594898780454807?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-62635297498865903752006-09-29T10:36:00.000+02:002006-09-29T10:51:54.917+02:00treading on those paths...<br />those less travelled roads...<br />those mad dashes...<br />the soporific moments...<br />the souls are wrapped...<br />visions are disshevelled...<br />the signs are faulty...<br />pandemonium...<br />strangers are relatives...<br />relatives are strangers...<br />loved ones are shot at...<br />enemies are embraced...<br />souls are cast away...<br />there is plundering...<br />all is lost...<br />once there was love...<br />there was happiness...<br />civilization...<br />bonvoyage...<br />cast a glance...<br />not a menacing one...<br />neither a predatory one...<br />neither a hallucinating glance...<br />a pure glance...<br />of concern and love...<br />feel the pain and anguish...<br />the plight and misery...<br />at the charred souls...<br />of those woe begone times...<br />and feel...<br />but then...<br />you can't feel...<br />distances are breached...<br />lines are drawns...<br />borders are etched...<br />barriers are erected...<br />the clique make the calls...<br />the dummies carry them out...<br />never knowing what they do...<br />they just do...<br />today humans are more disgruntled than ever before...<br />the pope doesn't make sense...<br />neither do the clerics...<br />BUSH certainly doesn't...<br />who wins...<br />who loses...<br />what do we know???<br />those headlines are everyday news...<br />she was raped...<br />he was killed...<br />mutilated bodies...<br />scars...<br />anguish...<br />lust...<br />but...<br />there was Martin Luther King and Mother Teresa...<br />there was Prophet Muhammad and there was Moses...<br />voices of change...<br />either live it...<br />or be the change...<br />somewhere...<br />there is a destiny...<br />marked for you...<br />stand up for your beliefs...<br />and one day...<br />you will be...<br />not a mere mortal...<br />but beyond...<br />nowhere near cloud number nine...<br />but beyond it...<br /><br />and during all this time...<br />i feel that i just gave myself a reality check...<br />a wee bit of me...<br />and it feels good...<br />the air feels lighter...<br />it has begun...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-6263529749886590375?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-83163543025001945852006-09-23T10:07:00.000+02:002006-09-23T10:15:54.886+02:00...who thought...<br />who laughed???<br />who played???<br />who prayed???<br />who propagated???<br />who instigated???<br />we sat there....<br />mere puppets...<br />such hatred...<br />such canny yearnings...<br />i knew not...<br />knew not about lust...<br />knew not about needs...<br />there were times when the tunnel did not reveal what lay ahead...<br />mysterious skies...<br />meandering rivulets...<br />nothing...<br />darkness...<br />all remnants of civilization hath been lost...<br />souls hath been sent to the gallows...<br />morals were subjected to the guillotines...<br />when there were no humans...<br />how could you talk about humanity???<br />how could you address bringing reforms???<br />HOW???<br />you could plunder and loot...<br />you could kill without looking back...<br />and yet<br />such hypocrisy...<br />such tumult...<br />such injustice...<br />there are times when all is lost...<br />in literal ways...<br />in figurative ways...<br />and yet...<br />something deep down inspires us to go on...<br />to face our worst nightmares...<br />to subject ourselves to pain and torture...<br />torture aint the marks of cigarette burns...<br />it's more than that...<br />sometimes seeing aint believing...<br />sometimes your worst enemy is your truest friend...<br />sometimes the most meaningless occurences start making sense...<br />sometimes you can just point towards the bigger picture...<br />higher ground...<br />looking out for a way that you thought you could never find...<br />there are countless roads ahead of us...<br />and numerous choices to be made...<br />life is a game...<br />play it while you last...<br /><br />sometimes...<br />a smile can say it all...<br />doesn't it???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-8316354302500194585?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1157302681847172122006-09-03T18:56:00.000+02:002006-09-03T18:58:01.856+02:00this goes out to my careless ways...<br />listen up morons...<br />i shall recapture my senses...<br />and be back with not a BANG...<br />but a ZANG...<br />:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-115730268184717212?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1154199540254072642006-07-29T20:11:00.000+02:002006-07-29T20:59:00.313+02:00sometimes you are let down...<br />sometimes you let down...<br />sometimes you bow...<br />sometimes you are forced to...<br />there are times when you are made to feel like an alien...<br />times when you feel like you are a total mismatch socially...<br />there are times when nothing seems to make sense...<br />times when you lose meanings...<br />you see...<br />and yet your blind...<br />when strangers seem to know better...<br />your lost...<br />your a victim...<br />you seek...<br />and your trampled upon...<br />you bleed and they frown upon you...<br />you seek and they think you have gone berserk...<br />you align your faculties and they imagine you to be a terrorist...<br />i know misery...<br />i know misfortune...<br />i know alacrity of dreams...<br />i know vangeance...<br />i know blood...<br />i know fury...<br />i know loneliness...<br />i know hatred...<br />i know love...<br />i know it...<br />and yet...<br />deep deep down...<br />its all amiss...<br />i dont feel it...<br />i dont see it...<br />i dont want it...<br />i dont like it...<br />but whenever there is a will there will always be a way carved out for you...<br />whenever your a lost soul...<br />you will stumble across someone whom you thought you would never meet...<br />when you lose your spirit...<br />there are more avenues than you thought there actually were...<br />always know this...<br />know that you are a mortal...<br />always know that you are valuable...<br />always know that you are as good as them...<br />know this that your a miracle...<br />very much alive...<br />everyday of your existence...<br />every breath...<br />is a walking salutation of His Greatness...<br />the tough times seem to dawn on you...<br />and yet never lose faith..<br />that will...<br />that urgency...<br />and i know...<br />that...<br />you would sparkle...<br />in the murky world...<br />i will go...<br />no matter what it takes...<br /><br />this is for all those times when we think we dont have it in us...<br />because know this...<br />WE ALL DO...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-115419954025407264?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1153663560805961152006-07-23T16:00:00.000+02:002006-07-23T16:06:00.816+02:00sometimes your heroes allay you...<br />sometimes your idols stray...<br />your angels sin...<br />your fantasies collide...<br />sometimes rain hollers...<br />sometimes humans cheat...<br />sometimes mammals torment...<br />the earthly creatures tamper around...<br />the mountains smoky one moment are cloudy and sunken the next...<br />the plains tranform into deserts...<br />deserts alter their topology...<br />and yet...<br />yet...<br />You are there...<br />in the skies...<br />beyond our wildest dreams...<br />all praise be upon You...<br />You shine so bright...<br />You neve cease to fascinate me...<br />You never distrust...<br />always up for second chances...<br />the axis may cease to rotate...<br />the momentum may be lost...<br />the lifecycle maybe pranced upon...<br />and yet...<br />i would know...<br />know that You would save the day...<br />why turn to mortal heroes...<br />i still got You...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-115366356080596115?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1150619117111313872006-06-18T10:23:00.000+02:002006-06-18T10:25:17.126+02:00alone...<br />restless...<br />bruised...<br />battered...<br />helpless...<br />forsaken...<br />and yet...<br />this song leads me on...<br /><br />Look around, wonder why,<br />We can live a life thats never satisfied,<br />Lonely hearts, troubled minds,<br />Looking for a way that we can never find,<br /><br />Many roads are ahead of us,<br />With choices to be made,<br />But life's just one of the games we play,<br />There is no special way.<br />Make he best of whats given you<br />Everything will come in time<br />Why deny yourself,<br />Dont just let life pass you by like winter in July<br /><br />Futrue dreams can never last,<br />When you find youself stil liveing in the past.<br />Keep moving on to higher ground,<br />Looking for the way you thought could not be found,<br /><br />We many not know the reason why,<br />We're born into this world,<br />Where a man only lives to die,<br />His story left untold.<br />Make he best of whats given you,<br />Everything will come in time,<br />Why deny yourself,<br />Dont just let life pass you by,<br />Like winter in July.<br /><br />We many not know the reason why<br />We're born into this world,<br />Where a man only lives to die,<br />His story left untold.<br />Make he best of whats given you,<br />Everything will come in time<br />Why deny yourself,<br />Dont just let life pass you by<br />Like winter in July.<br /><br />Sarah Brightman...<br />i love you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-115061911711131387?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1149290830136863832006-06-03T01:12:00.000+02:002006-06-03T01:27:10.156+02:00the magic of the morning sinks in...<br />earth has made peace with mankind...<br />human body is wonderland and nothing less than a miracle...<br />we inhibit it...<br />we evolve in it...<br />and yet we are ignorant...<br />hasnt it happened to you...<br />when you are dead tired and all you want to do is lie down and sleep...<br />and yet something holds you back...<br />and you end up staying awake for the entire duration of the night...<br />only to find that morning offers refuge from the night...<br />same goes for eating pangs...<br />here i am...<br />surrounded by beauty...<br />there are times when i thank God...<br />for the palpatations of my heart...<br />the sweat on my forehead...<br />the tickling in the spine...<br />the numbness in my muscles...<br />every breath that goes in...<br />and every time my eyes snap...<br />everytime i weave motions and my hands obey...<br />everytime i sent my brain a command...<br />and a journey ensued...<br />the journey of life...<br />the journey for life...<br />the journey to life...<br />i dont know who i am...<br />i dont know what i do...<br />i dont know why i do so...<br />i dont know what makes me do so...<br />and yet deep deep down...<br />i dont feel incomplete...<br />every occurence gives me security...<br />every event makes me steadfast...<br />i believe...<br />i commandeth...<br />i sit...<br />i proclaim...<br />i bestow...<br />and i cry...<br />dusk approaches...<br />birds chirp...<br />the spell withers away...<br />there is stirring...<br />there is motion...<br />there is mayhem...<br />but a very peaceful one...<br />there are no announcements...<br />and there is no friction...<br />harmony...<br />hath come at last...<br />for a new day hath come...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114929083013686383?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1148709443404596612006-05-27T07:50:00.000+02:002006-05-27T07:57:23.416+02:00where have you been all this time???<br />will you be there?<br />will i get a chance to lay my eyes on you?<br />a chance to say hello...?<br />will i get a chance to hold your hands?<br />a chance to look in those emerald eyes...?<br />will i get a chance to search your soul?<br />a chance to devour your breath...?<br />will i ever fall in love?<br />and will u be the one for me..?<br />will i ever really belong?<br />when you belong somewhere else?<br />will our worlds intersect?<br />when we aren't in the same galaxies?<br />will i ever smell?<br />will i ever know?<br /><br /><br />*voices in the head*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114870944340459661?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1148352476546933312006-05-23T04:35:00.000+02:002006-05-23T04:47:56.580+02:00a bloom...<br />the fertility boom...<br />the thundering rains...<br />the jittery children...<br />mindboggling weather changes...<br />and yet the cycle continues...<br />the wheel hath been carved to revolve...<br />the currents are never stemmed...<br />the magic weaver continues to weave...<br />the dream maker casts the dreams...<br />there are hopes...<br />there are aspirations...<br />there is trust...<br />there is faith...<br />somewhere amidst the dark...<br />dawn threatens to break through the night...<br />stars seem to smile...<br />their souls sing...<br />sing to the mothernature...<br />sing to life...<br />sing to existence...<br />sing to peace...<br />the pattering continues...<br />the raindrops continue to cleanse...<br />what our churches, synanogues, mosques, temples couldn't do...<br />this rain does...<br />there is harmony...<br />mankind stands united...<br />souls entwine...<br />new bonds are made...<br />old ones called upon...<br />the rain continues to pour...<br />mother earth continues to blossom...<br />and tomorrow...<br />there will be...<br />new quests...<br />new aspirations...<br />new hopes...<br />the workshops will resume work...<br />for tomorrow...<br />there will be chaos...<br />there will be war...<br />there will be mayhem...<br />but deep down inside...<br />there will be bonds...<br />there will be trust...<br />for life is beautiful...<br />every word that has been uttered is valuable...<br />our existence is meaningful...<br />live...<br />LIVE!!!...<br />live?...<br />LIVEEEEEEEEEE...<br />for tomorrow will bring new meanings...<br />newer goals...<br />so live it while it lasts...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114835247654693331?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1147963313710108782006-05-18T16:29:00.000+02:002006-05-18T16:41:53.733+02:00it is ironic and yet truly sad when you can feel the plight and pain of the losing side...the pain is eccentuated when your own friends fail to realise that you are and have always been a BARCA MAN...<br />more on that tonight...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114796331371010878?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1147953247961995592006-05-18T13:35:00.000+02:002006-05-18T13:54:07.980+02:00the pained expressions...<br />eyes belying the arrogance...<br />defeated gaits...<br />swollen eyes...<br />ruffled hair...<br />sometimes even "gods" can take a fall...<br />our idols can look lacklustre at best...<br />there are times when you can pity your sagging enemy...<br />when you can feel the torment...<br />the disgust...<br />the loss of pride and respect...<br />when the act of surrender and submission is made to look sinful...<br />when your soul hath been scorned upon and scorched...<br />who are the heroes?<br />who are the greats?<br />who will guide us...<br />who will motivate us...<br />we all need icons...<br />symbolic as they may be...<br />but we do nonetheless...<br />just like we need stickers on our cars...<br />to make a statement...<br />to show our allegiences...<br />but why?<br />are we really all that?<br />just that...?<br />that...?<br />THAT!!!...<br />is that all we will ever be...<br />i feel that life aint about winning or losing...<br />that glory aint the trophy...<br />glory is the experience...<br />glory is being THERE...<br />glory is loving what you do...<br />glory is LIFE...<br />with all its intricasies and pain...<br />glory is when a special kid is raised up as normal...<br />glory is when a heart donor gives life to you at his cost...<br />glory is making a difference...<br />no brawny trophies could ever be all that...<br />i know...<br />i really do...<br />i feel i do...<br />i thought i did...<br />life is truly beautiful...<br />life is about finding your own meanings...<br />interpreting your own incidents...<br />striving for meanings...<br />deciphering the cryptic codes...<br />inferring from them and never letting go..<br />to never say die...<br />to believe in yourself...<br />life...<br />will then turn to you...<br />and give you beyond your wildest expectations...<br />learn to believe in it...<br />co peacefully coexist...<br />and one day you too will have your hands full...<br />till that day...<br />LET THE ROLLERCOASTER BEGIN...<br /><br />P.S im listening to Abba's Winner takes it all...<br />and i know there arent no losers...<br />we deem ourselves that...<br />we show others how weak we are...<br />we degrade ourselves...<br />let our alters be strong...<br />let our principles be irreconciliable...<br />i dont know if that is a word...<br />duty calls...<br />macro two here i cometh...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114795324796199559?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1147785119747399302006-05-16T14:39:00.000+02:002006-05-16T15:11:59.776+02:00trance connects...<br />the sun shines in all its glory...<br />the fags are lightened...<br />the engines are revved...<br />the taps ooze the liquid of life...<br />there is mayhem...<br />there is chaos...<br />there is pain...<br />there is glory...<br />the trains whizz by...<br />the planes sneak by...<br />passengers head to their destinations...<br />there is a vibrancy in the air...<br />something about the whole scenario...<br />the world is abuzzz with the news of yet more bombings...<br />yet more lives lost for unknown causes...<br />today we are more lost than we have ever been...<br />lost in our thoughts...<br />lost in our minds...<br />the mercurial passages hath been blocked...<br />today we seek meanings...<br />but all we do is cover ourselves in yet more complex layers of our existence...<br />we seek power...<br />we pursue gains...<br />any will do...<br />there are newborns...<br />some distance away...<br />there are morgues...<br />there is hue and cry of joy...<br />and there are cries of the orphaned and the widowed...<br />this to me is life...<br />its shining so bright...<br />and yet deep deep down...<br />its crying its heart out...<br />but we hath buried ourselves in our own glory...<br />we DA MAN...<br />the invincibles...<br />we shall trod...<br />we shall be...<br />but who are we...<br />we shall never know...<br /><br />sometimes...<br />just hold a hand...<br />just touch a life...<br />just glimpse with love...<br />just reach out...<br />appreciate...<br />love...<br />one life...<br />dont just live it...<br />be the life...<br />give life...<br />cherish life...<br />and somewhere down the lane...<br />LIFE will find you...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114778511974739930?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1146885945318447122006-05-06T05:17:00.000+02:002006-05-06T05:25:45.333+02:00and so the saga raged on...<br />the bloodbaths...<br />the stench of death...<br />the cry of an orphan...<br />the pleads of young widows...<br />fell on deaf years...<br />there were no longer heroes to look upto...<br />the big bad wolves were no more...<br />man had assumed that role...<br />the little red riding hoods of the world were insecure as never before...<br />freedom did not come at a price...<br />it failed to turn up...<br />there was pain and anguish...<br />there were hungry malnourished mouths...<br />there was chaos...<br />and yet...<br />somewhere...<br />deep deep down...<br />there was a lingering hope...<br />a niche...<br />sensitive and pure...<br />a faint shimmer...<br />the outlines of a faint glow...<br />the beginning of a new era...<br />the ushering of the new age...<br />of vibrancy and stoicism...<br /><br />there are times in our lives when the little occurences find new meanings...<br />when we start thanking our stars for all the good things that have happened...<br />and for all those bad things that never happened...<br />sometimes its good enough to thank...<br />thank...<br />your Lord...<br />your mentor...<br />your idols...<br />your peers...<br />it takes a single thought...<br />just a thought...<br />to make this place just a little better...<br />i feel that it's only when you are put to test that you embrace yourself and make your own existence proud of your mettle that you thought was never there...<br />this goes out to all those...<br />who had faith...<br />who stuck to their beliefs...<br />and who never faltered...<br />for PERSEVERANCE COMMANDETH SUCCESS...<br />sigh...<br />let the new dawn begin...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114688594531844712?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1146683417443739652006-05-03T21:06:00.000+02:002006-05-03T21:10:17.456+02:00the ban hath been lifted...<br />the masses hath triumphed...<br />the processions marched ahoy...<br />there were festivities...<br />there were feasts...<br />but what there wasnt...<br />was the gloom...<br />the realisation of times...<br />of moments...<br />of instances...<br />of an era...<br />which hath deserted them...<br />though they were the deserters...<br />the era had moved on...<br />the civilization stood there...<br />basking in glory...<br />proud and obstinate...<br />but what no one knew...<br />was that...<br />the victors werent the rulers...<br />and the beggars werent the oppressed...<br />the tides had turned...<br />if only they knew...<br />if only...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114668341744373965?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1146682954731581722006-05-03T21:00:00.000+02:002006-05-03T21:02:34.743+02:00Hasan Suleman Rizwan has duly taken time off from blogspot because my mercurial room temperatures do not allow me to sit and write...the mind refuses to function and when it does the intellect ceases to imagine...thus i will hopefully be back by the weekend...time for the papers...<br />UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH...<br />Summersssssssssssssssssss...<br />HELPPPPPPPPPPPP...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114668295473158172?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1145590521678826792006-04-21T04:40:00.000+02:002006-04-21T05:35:21.710+02:00this goes out to moments...<br />moments...<br />MOMENTS!!!<br />some sad...<br />some bad...<br />times which made you cry...<br />moments shared...<br />times when you were hugged for no reason...<br />times when someone you love snuggled close...<br />times when you walked alone...<br />times when the rain pattered on your head...<br />times when your hair was caressed by the wind...<br />when tiny raindrops whispered in your ears...<br />times when you journeyed alone...<br />when the tarmac looked so gloomy...<br />when a house lay deserted...<br />when a loved one went away in your arms...forever...<br />memories can be painful...<br />memories can be refreshing...<br />memories can make us nauseous...<br />but know this...<br />you lived them...<br />you were a part of history...<br />the frame with your photo will be cherished...<br />will be frowned upon...<br />will be flaunted...<br />will be framed...<br />but...<br />you lived it...<br />through a picture...<br />a frame...<br />a moment...<br />a knot...<br />a nuptial...<br />a book...<br />you did...<br />and if you did...<br />then you are lucky...<br />that you had lived...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114559052167882679?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1145549440655839842006-04-20T18:00:00.000+02:002006-04-20T18:10:40.680+02:00sometimes you burnout...<br />other times you fade way...<br />sometimes you just move along...<br />while there are times when you are stuck in the middle of nowhere...<br />you want to find meanings...<br />you want to make sense...<br />you seek to find...<br />sometimes its hidden in the gospels...<br />sometimes its hidden in our own lives...<br />sometimes all we need is to reach out...<br />how the little things in life can be so complicated...<br />how achievements can sometimes be undermined...<br />i feel that we should enjoy every moment...<br />seal it forever...<br />by doing something worthwhile...<br />something...<br />which arouses our instincts...<br />our soul...<br />which instigates us...<br />which crushes us...<br />which burns like a wild fire...<br />sometimes it can be an uncanny inspiration from someone whos always been your foe...<br />or someone whom u have looked upto and yet they have always let you down...<br />it can come from someone whom u thought neve knew you...<br />love can come from the bleakest corners...<br />and yet it can inspire you...<br />to change yourself...<br />to care for yourself...<br />because...<br />these waves of change will travel...<br />and we may end up benefiting a soul...<br />touching another life...<br />making a difference...<br />every emotion counts...<br />the journey has begun...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114554944065583984?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1143484440733418822006-03-27T20:27:00.000+02:002006-03-27T20:34:00.733+02:00after the dubious prison sentence...<br />i will continue to blog with renewed vigor...<br />so beware and watchout...<br />i have so much to write about...<br />so much to address...<br />to ponder and to clasp...<br />i close my fists...<br />i lock in an embrace...<br />for tomorrow i shall write...<br />the journey shall begin...<br />the pendulum hath been set in motion...<br />CHEERS...<br />to creativity...<br />to intellectual prowess...<br /><br />P.S dear readers thankyou for your feedback and support...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114348444073341882?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1142251190493763982006-03-13T12:56:00.000+01:002006-03-13T12:59:50.510+01:00as it stands...<br />the internet hath struck again...<br />the age of technology has once again let us down...<br />i am unable to access my own blog...<br />and i dont know when this era of absolute darkness will ceaseth...<br />as of now...<br />i have to contend with 'The page cannot be displayed'<br />There is so much going on...<br />so much that i want to etch on paper...<br />so much that i want to bury amidst the hub hub...<br />the chaos shall deepen...<br />the soul will mourn...<br />till i engrave my thoughts...<br />in this world...<br />of internet...<br />of lurky wires and cables...<br />deep down in the sea bed...<br />i shall return...<br />cos tonight...<br />is the night...<br />like no other...<br />where...<br />i shall sit...<br />i shall express...<br />i shall be...<br />cos i am...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114225119049376398?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1140803023368345692006-02-24T18:36:00.000+01:002006-02-24T19:37:07.963+01:00you know what's ironic...<br />when you feel like writing prose and you end up writing poetry...<br />when you can cry for all those times...<br />for all those souls...<br />when you want to write and yet you can't...<br />when you want to express and yet something tells you to hold back...<br />times when your bursting with anger and have to put up with everything...<br />times when you can't express...<br />when you can't hold back and yet the society coerces you to...<br />when your soul hath been raped...<br />when your body is stressed beyond repair...<br />when you tax your spirit...<br />when you burn the blood...<br />when you can live in another soul...<br />when you can desert your body and yet feel alive...<br />when you can sell off your dignity...<br />when you can and yet you can't...<br />when you want to and yet you don't...<br />when there is so much...<br />every popping windows tells a story...<br />every action translates into an endless barrage of new ideas and emotions...<br />when every occurence has a deeper meaning...<br />i don't know...<br />i really don't...<br />it's amazing when you can connect with another soul...<br />when you can feel like a stranger amongst friends...<br />when strangers are family...<br />when hostels are homes...<br />when emotions are a mere exaggeration...<br />ponder...<br />think...<br />brood...<br />someday it will make sense...<br />someday...<br />a day...<br />just a day...<br />a new day...<br />but nonetheless...<br />a day indeed...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114080302336834569?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1140376844630546402006-02-19T19:49:00.001+01:002006-02-19T20:20:44.633+01:00you know what's scary?...<br />when you can be shallow and deep at the same time...<br />when you can be an intellectual fool...<br />when you can be an angelic devil...<br />when you can be a satanic angel...<br />when you can be the bearer and the killer...<br />when you can be a murderer and a guardian...<br />who are we deceiving?...<br /><br />Ladies and Gentlemen...<br />Welcome to the 21st Century...<br />Is it news to you that you are too advanced for your own good...?<br />Ohhhhhhhhhhh here are some facts...<br />The latest studies show that there is more racism and hatred that ever before...<br />there is war...there is destruction...there are gruesome deaths of youngmen who ought to be studying in a college.<br />There is this strange restlessness which has never been witnessed. <br />There are so many weapons of mass destruction that we don't need natural disasters...we are stupid enough...THANKYOU...<br />This has been a formidable century...<br />A century which saw off the bloodiest wars ever...where entire generations were wiped out...<br />This is a century where humans no longer have time to bond...<br />there is no more time for love...<br />there is no prior notions of culture and heritage...<br />we live in confused times...<br />our beliefs are no longer applicable...<br />we are capable of deceiving our ownselves...<br />we can sell our souls if the price is right...<br />The poverty levels have reached new highs...<br />there is a population boom...<br />the elderly just wouldn't die...<br />The holocaust which has long been predicted by Malthus and his followers is nearing...<br />Imagine if you are forced to digest all of this in your economics class...<br /><br />Nowadays i am trying to be a good muslim. I ain't drawing any conclusions and neither am i suggesting anything...but i am merely pointing out that i am 'T R Y I N G'. For this purpose i take the road less travelled...The road which leads to a mosque, church, temple, synanogue. Be it Krishna or Oaaaaam, God or Allah the concept is the same...our modes of expressions vary just like our characteristics and language but the underlying notion is the same.<br />I feel that religion has less to do with actions and more to do with the thought that goes into it...i feel that it is not about the physical attributes and actions but rather the act of submission...the willingness to give in to a Higher Existence...you can pray everywhere...<br />You can pray by the lake...<br />by the riverside...<br />by the ocean...<br />by the ravine...<br />you can stand and proclaim His existence...<br />you can holler...<br />you can run buck naked...<br />you can be angry at Him...<br />you can refuse to obey...<br />you can be mad at Him...<br />But know this that He loves us...<br />He has incarnated us in this world...<br />He hath created our soul...<br />our manifestation is an expression of his superiority...<br />of an Existence which is ABSOLUTE...<br /><br />And thus i am trying to pray...<br />ironic how we give in to bullies...<br />how we are in awe of people who are above us in any mode of hierarchy...<br />why care...<br />why bother...<br />all you have to do is put your hands together and pray...<br />I feel that the need to rise...the need to stand up...the need to love...the need to acclimitize ourselves to the political scenario and the need to stand united is far greater than it has ever been...<br />There is a saying which states, 'God helps those who help themselves.'<br /><br />and thus i pray...<br />atleast i try...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114037684463054640?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1140277049751298442006-02-18T16:12:00.001+01:002006-02-18T16:37:29.770+01:00isn't transition beautiful...<br />i marvel at the human mind...<br />the grit...<br />the poise...<br />the elegance...<br />the beauty...<br />the stages of our development...<br />the intricasies of our intellect...<br />the dark, murky passages in our minds...<br />our ability to walk out of tricky situations...<br />how an equilubrium is maintained...<br />how the inertia keeps our motion in check...<br />and when that motion gets out of control...<br />we hallucinate...<br />visions bind us...<br />chaos is prevalent...<br />suddenly a barrier is removed...<br />suddenly we are able to see...<br />that is when the madness creeps in...<br />when sanity is preyed upon...<br /><br />there is so much on my mind...<br />i am thinking about us...<br />from poetry to prose...<br />from light to darkness...<br />from dawn till dusk...<br />from unflinching love to loathing...<br />from a caterpillar to a butterfly...<br />from an infant to a grownup...<br />from a mortal to immortality...<br />from the clasps of the devil to righteousness...<br />from plundering to piety...<br />from the altars of justice to anarchy...<br />maybe i fail to make sense...<br />maybe i fail to connect...<br />i desperately seek...<br />in the jungles...<br />amidst the hubhub...<br />in meandering valleys...<br />to the trodden alleys...<br />amongst the monks and the priests...<br />to the forbidden land...<br />it's scary when we lose ourselves...<br />it's sad when we pursue ulterior motives...<br />when we are driven by lust and power...<br />it's sad when fame claims another victim...<br />sad when money topples yet another soul...<br />sad when the devil outbids the pious...<br />i want to break free...<br />i am in clasps...<br />i am going...<br />my organs desert me...<br />my soul has turned its back...<br />i try...<br />desperation sinks in...<br />i toil...<br />i shout...<br />i struggle...<br />my time is up...<br />my time is up...<br />my time is up...<br />...he lay on his desk...<br />asleep...<br />peace hath prevailed...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114027704975129844?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1140080797808147252006-02-16T08:48:00.000+01:002006-02-20T05:17:48.733+01:00the blood hath spilled...<br />the bodies lay there...<br />someone's father...<br />someone's child...<br />someone's brother...<br />lay there...<br />another life had been lost...<br />another newspaper headline hath been made...<br />a life wasted...<br />the gory realities...<br /><br />Let me tell you about this incident that happened on the fourteenth. We were all at Lums and everyone was receiving phone calls from their frantic parents or siblings asking about their wellbeing, and it dawned on us that there was upheaval and the masses were wreaking havoc amongst their own brothers. One of my friends, who never ceases to grab attentions by his funny comments and the JAAAALLY BOI SYNDROME came upto me. He proudly related this accident which had happened to him a while back. While on his way...he was confronted by men who inquired if he was shia or sunni...he was obviously taken aback but sharp as he was duly replied that he was a christian and thus was asked to shoo off...A proud christian in the making...<br /><br />what happens when we renounce our faith...<br />when we turn our backs on our beliefs...<br />when our teachings fail to enlighten us...<br />when a holy book ceases to be important...<br />which we are supposed to safekeep in remote places of the house...<br />away from the prying eyes...<br />what happens when there is a protest without a cause...<br />when the newspapers are without headlines...<br />when humans are without love...<br />when actions are without principles...<br /><br />blood hath spilled...<br />innocense lost forever...<br />an eight year old boy lay dead...<br />why this mass violence...<br />there is a mother...<br />there is a sister...<br />there are relatives...<br />mourning...<br />crying...<br />for a soul lost forever...<br />for a son who never brought back his first pay...<br />for a brother who never saw off his sister on her wedding...<br />there will be no more...<br />there are machine guns manned at civilians...<br />there are buildings going up in flames...<br />hath they not known...???<br />these very buildings provide for their livlihood...<br />that the motorcycles that they burnt are of their own brethren...<br />that this country is indeed theirs too...<br />why are we lost?...<br />why is there no hope...<br />why is there so much ignorance...<br />there is an air of acceptibility...<br />as if this is normal...<br />no one to turn to...<br />lawlessness...<br />while this goes on...<br />there were couples who had better things to do...<br />who sneaked...<br />who sinned...<br />who were wary of whatever was happening...<br />and yet their eyes were blinded...<br />their souls were knotted...<br />they cursed the unknown for a day wasted...<br />a day of opportunity...<br />a day of flattery...<br />a day for love...<br />HMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...<br />today...<br />no religion binds us...<br />no faith reinvigorates us...<br />there are no mechanisms...<br />no institutions...<br />no religious obligations...<br />there are ulterior motives...<br />there are leaders who cant lead...<br />there are followers who cant follow...<br />there are observers who cant observe...<br />there are directors who cant direct...<br />there are coordinators who cant coordinate...<br />frankly...<br />i am disappointed...<br />at this hostile display of violence...<br />telenor banners going down...<br />KFC being burnt...<br />Ronald McDonald being beaten up...<br />do you know that KFC etc have Pakistani employees...<br />that they too are amongst us...<br />do you know that an entreprenuer from America hath not committed any fault...<br />he prospered...<br />hate him...<br />hit him...<br />kill him...<br />but...<br />but...<br />BUT...<br />do not work...<br />do not be positive...<br />do not reflect within...<br />do not uphold the values propagated by Islam...<br />and in the meantime...<br />The Danish people will smile...<br />so will the rest of the European and North American community...<br />just what they had thought hath been proven...<br />once again...<br />i sit down...<br />heave in...breathe out...<br />breathe in...breathe out...<br />NUMB...<br />The funeral procession begins...<br />Bon voyage lil one...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-114008079780814725?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1139682360017591042006-02-11T19:08:00.000+01:002006-02-14T12:28:21.660+01:00humans have weaknesses...<br />we can't get enough...<br />we can't live enough...<br />we can't digest enough...<br />we can't hurt enough...<br />we can't love enough...<br />we can't hog enough...<br />we can't bitch enough...<br />we just can't...<br />seemingly we have learnt to be selfish...<br />love is for the rich...<br />love is for those who can shower a bracelet...<br />who can spare a necklace...<br />who can gift a diamond...<br />love has walked out...<br />from the destitute...<br />the poor...<br />the needy...<br />the special children...<br />love hath commercialized...<br />love is in posh restaurants...<br />love is a commercial entity...<br />if you love you better have a pocket to go along with it...<br />love is no longer a feeling...<br />no longer an emotion...<br />we pestered love...<br />we raped love...<br />we massacred love...<br />we brutally traumatized love...<br />we spill blood...<br />blood is a snippet of our gory imagination...<br />we have a lust for the red liquid...<br />today...<br />love is taken away...<br />love is denied to little children...<br />mothers wail...<br />orphans weep...<br />fathers and brothers lay dead...<br />the widow bandwagon is brimming...<br />the newborn toll is rising...<br />and yet...<br />love hath walked away...<br />the war shall go on...<br />a war to jeopardize...<br />a war to plunder<br />i shall stand there...<br />a mere spectator...<br />wishing...<br />yearning...<br />yelping...<br />someday...<br />HELLLLL SOMEDAY...<br />a mere speckle shines...<br />up up up...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113968236001759104?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1139511312106060832006-02-09T19:13:00.000+01:002006-02-14T12:31:06.066+01:00notice the matrix...<br />look into it...<br />look deep...<br />you are a part of it...<br />like it...<br />OR LEAVE IT...<br />today is historic...<br />tomorrow will be historic...<br />the landscape will change...<br />the topology shall differ...<br />the expression shall differ...<br />the underlying thoughts will be the same...<br />ever noticed universal expressions...<br />be it an african child...<br />an eskimo...<br />a Tibetan Monk...<br />a Nepalese sherpa...<br />a Red Indian...<br />A tribesman in Amazon...<br />pain,hunger,love,hate are all global expressions...<br />today is a day...<br />today is a moment...<br />which shall be long gone by tomorrow...<br />while we are here...<br />we must make the experience more liveable...<br />we ought to be the change that we want to witness in the world...<br />i sit down and ponder...<br />ponder over the inner turbulence and chaos...<br />something does not mesh in...<br />something does not cog together...<br />something which disrupts the flow...<br />something which curbs the matrix...<br />the perfect circle...<br />i see it...<br />its everywhere...<br />today is pain...<br />Embarrassingly we live in a world which is increasingly marred by conflict...<br />where racial divides are prevalent...<br />where racism and hatred is widespread...<br />where religions are frowned upon...<br />where ethnicities are invented to fuel more divides...<br />we sit...<br />we witness...<br />we listen...<br />we are numb...<br />while the cog continues to dwindle...<br />we stand by...<br />waiting...<br />today cartoons voice the opinions of the West...<br />man is under immense duress...<br />man is under identity crisis...<br />its scary when you dont know why you are here...<br />when you dont know your purpose...<br />ever woken up and felt totally empty...<br />every felt as if there was no hope...<br />there was no ambition to fuel you...<br />no force to motivate you...<br />today...violence is widespread...<br />killings are the order of the day...<br />there are orphans lined up...<br />there are widows in despair...<br />there are amputated young men...<br />there are childless parents...<br />there is pain...<br />there is agony...<br />today is indeed a day...<br />a day to ponder...<br />a day to love...<br />a day to reach out...<br />i day to learn...<br />the mistake hath been committed...<br />the good hath prevailed over the evil...<br />but the cost...<br />the sacrifice...<br />identify bigger causes...<br />sometimes i feel so empty...<br />sometimes i feel...<br />there is blood...<br />there is mayhem...<br />but the chivalrous one...<br />shall lead by example...<br />my life is a drag...<br />the more you puff...<br />the habitual you become...<br />the more the lust...<br />the quicker the end...<br />in the mayhem...<br />i stand guard and witness...<br />one day...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113951131210606083?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1138781246015902882006-02-01T08:56:00.000+01:002006-02-14T12:32:35.213+01:00amidst the hub hub...<br />there lies...<br />the ancient secret...<br />a secret which hath not been ordained...<br />its origins arent man made...<br />it lies all around us...<br />amidst the mountains...<br />the serenity...<br />the tranquil valleys...<br />the calm lakes...<br />the gory deserts...<br />the fertile plains...<br />the lush, brazen horizons...<br />they proclaim...<br />they bow...<br />whilst we are engaged...<br />whilst we waste ahoy...<br />in the green meadows...<br />amongst the pulchritudinos valleys...<br />while we strut...<br />drunken...<br />wasteful of our oblivion...<br />there is a truth...<br />there is a higher existence...<br />look at the skies...<br />the stars proclaim it...<br />the winds sway to it...<br />the flowers profess it...<br />while war wreaks havoc...<br />kills, massacres and annihilates...<br />while many are orphaned...<br />others left homeless...<br />others freezing...<br />we lie down thinking...<br />thinking...<br />about materialistic pursuits...<br />we dont have to worry about our next meal...<br />our debit cards are on the forefront of our worries...<br />what do we know about thirst...<br />the thirst for knowledge...<br />the spiritual thrust...<br />we know not...<br />cos we hath not...<br />while i try...<br />while i engage...<br />while i am turbulently reminded...<br />i reminisce...<br />i want to...<br />i need to...<br />ohhhh Lordddddddddddddddddddd...<br />and the words ceaseth to be...<br />cease to flow...<br />and i walk alone...<br />to the road to oblivion...<br />to a place...<br />where there is tranquility...<br />where there is love...<br />where there is happiness...<br />where there is purity...<br />i discover...<br />the cycle goes on and on...<br />the wheel never ceases...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113878124601590288?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1138780463283838262006-02-01T08:38:00.000+01:002006-02-14T12:33:42.510+01:00there will be times...<br />times when there would be no one to turn to...<br />times of despair...<br />time of anguish and pain...<br />times when nothing will fall in place...<br />times of havoc...<br />times...<br />when you cant close your eyes...<br />because it pains...<br />pains to see...<br />the unseen...<br />pains to be...<br />pains to breathe...<br />there will be times when everyone turns their back...<br />lose faith on you...<br />times when you are written off...<br />times when you are forsaken...<br />and those are times...<br />when you discover the unseen...<br />the unknown...<br />when the enigma opens up...<br />there are times in our lives when we feel as if we cant move on...<br />there is no hope...<br />there is no motivation...<br />when your loved ones are nomore...<br />when the going gets tough...<br />i have known...<br />i hath known...<br />i shall know...<br />the feeling of disbelief...<br />the feeling of being let down...<br />the feeling of being no good...<br />the feeling of letting those who believed in you down...<br />times when the despair sinks in...<br />its ironic how you can be in the clutches of doom and despair...<br />and suddenly discover yourself...<br />the deeper they are...<br />the bigger and mindboggling the test...<br />the test of our ultimate mettle...<br />the test of our faith...<br />everyday is a test...<br />everyday is a proving ground...<br />a day when the questions are the answers...<br />when our foes are our friends...<br />a shelter becomes our home...<br />those are times indeed...<br />times...<br />good times...<br />better times...<br />everyday that gave you a reason to smile...<br />every hour that gave you the satisfaction to carry on...<br />every minute that gave you strength...<br />every moment spent meditating...<br />those are times well spent...<br />times accumulating experience...<br />times spent broadening your horizons...<br />let your soul be...<br />just be...<br />and those times will do you justice...<br />those times are around the corner...<br />just hold onto your faith...<br />and let the flow be...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113878046328383826?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1138041749035339602006-01-23T19:07:00.000+01:002006-02-14T12:35:02.260+01:00there is beauty...<br />in the night...<br />in our dreams...<br />in our troubles...<br />in our pain...<br />amidst the chaos...<br />and the burgeoning troubles...<br />amassing all the time...<br />Sometimes we ought to let go of our troubles...<br />sometimes we ought to just take in whatever is coming our way with a brave face...<br />sometimes we have to meditate within...<br />sometimes we have to sheath our soul...<br />sometimes we can doubt our existence...<br />our shoddy imagination can go awry...<br />there are times when we need to remind ourselves that we are here for a reason...<br />that we ought to appreciate the beauty prevalent...<br />that we ought to take in as much of it as we can...<br />sometimes we ought to remind ourselves that life is how we etch it...<br />true life boasts of colors...<br />of unspoken horizons...<br />of the alternative angles...<br />but life is what you make of it...<br />how you infer...<br />how you decipher...<br />how you interpret...<br />life exists amongst us...<br />there is a world within our world...<br />we ought to lighten it...<br />we ought to decorate it like a Christmas tree...<br />which is why festivals are so important...<br />they are a snap back to reality...<br />sometimes we ought to thank the janitors...<br />to the people who are here on our beck and call...<br />sometimes its important to just say thankyou...<br />sometimes its important to say 'i'm sorry'...<br />to me life is about travelling...<br />life is about meditating by the river...<br />solitude amidst the forests...<br />standing on the tallest peak and crying out loud...<br />to me its about peeking at the monks...<br />droppin in on the buddhists...<br />visiting the temples and the altars...<br />the landscape may change...<br />but the thought doesnt...<br />from the mosques to the church...<br />from kosher to hilal...<br />life is about music...<br />life is like a symphony which has a bandwidth...<br />it follows it...<br />it playfully curves...<br />has its ups and downs...<br />and comes to rest...<br />eventually...<br />life is like the beat of the african drums...<br />its like ecstasy...<br />like nirvana...<br />you have to tune in...<br />to the pitch...<br />the band...<br />the symphony...<br />the focal point...<br />connect the soul...<br />and the spirit...<br />link it with your heart...<br />beckon your nerves...<br />intuitively caution your fears...<br />fly...<br />to the moon...<br />to the stars...<br />they await...<br />sit back and enjoy a nice meal in an uninhibited valley...<br />dance in the african savannas...<br />amidst the wielding Alps...<br />and the arty Andes...<br />by the Hudson Bay...<br />in a chateau in France...<br />to the nightingales in Florence...<br />from the frozen landscape deemed RUSSIA...<br />to the brazen Himalayas...<br />enjoy the ride...<br />revvvv it up...<br />heave it in...<br />and someday you would know that you have lived...<br />INDEED you have...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113804174903533960?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1137956345678173552006-01-22T19:31:00.000+01:002006-02-14T12:35:40.886+01:00the beginnings of an end...<br />vestiges of a civilization...<br />remnants of a memory...<br />rudimentary road less travelled...<br />the tranquil lanes within...<br />the levies which bound us...<br />the rye that propels you...<br />the haste that rides upon you...<br />the lust for power...<br />the pleasure of pain...<br />the rape of a soul...<br />the workings of the devil...<br />the manifestoes of the rich...<br />the silent pleads of the poor...<br />the perfect rotundity of the circle...<br />the callous workings of the human mind...<br />the selfish relentless pursuits of money...<br />the monetary facet of our existence...<br />of our relations...<br />the circle keeps growing on us...<br />while darkness spreads upon us...<br />the dawn of purity just never reaches us...<br />all our lives...<br />we pass off in haste...<br />amidst hunger for power...<br />there was a time...<br />when dreams were operable...<br />where there were no selfish motives...<br />where innocense was prevalent...<br />the childhood arena...<br />the dilemma of being OLD...<br />being an adult...<br />being educated...<br />all those realms...<br />that we achieved...<br />the dreams walked away...<br />the visions deserted...<br />innocense was raped...<br />amidst the chaos...<br />there was me...<br />there is NO ME...<br />i pose...<br />i pass off...<br />i smile...<br />i tactfully skip...<br />and skim...<br />all those time...im chasing away from my own self...<br />i am my own prisoner...<br />locked in my own prison...<br />by my own soul...<br />there will be a time...<br />where the torment shall not be...<br />the pain will subside...<br />the wounds will heal...<br />and i will b there...<br />walking by...<br />with you in my arms...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113795634567817355?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1137954579523284432006-01-22T19:02:00.000+01:002006-02-14T12:36:39.466+01:00there was a light...<br />there was a ray...<br />there was a niche...<br />there was the circle...<br />there was an urge...<br />there was...<br />a Messiah...<br />who cured...<br />who healed...<br />who gave birth to life...<br />who trampled upon death...<br />yet there he lay...<br />weak and dying...<br />The world hath no Messiah...<br />the world was too busy plundering...<br />was too busy sinning...<br />sometimes look around...<br />appreciate the beauty...<br />the rustling of the leaves...<br />the chirps of the birds...<br />how they excitedly point at the miracle that we deem life...<br />the beginnings of a new day...<br />a new hope...<br />the dawning of a new christening...<br />rendering of the gods...<br />sometimes we need to delve in...<br />walk on the snow covered grass bare feet...<br />know the cold...let it penetrate...<br />it would enlighten your soul...<br />it would cleanse you...<br />notice the amputated man...<br />the man who silently lies there in an asylum knowing he's sane...<br />know the suffering of a man who's son turned his back when he was in a fragile state...<br />the man who hath not known love...<br />no family...<br />no emotions...<br />no feeling of being wanted...<br />a rich man is not a rich man...<br />a poor man is not a poor man...<br />a carpenter aint a carpenter...<br />a banker aint just a banker...<br />notice the roles...<br />the bigger picture...<br />the reason...<br />look at a young child who hath neve known the magic of books...<br />he is the garbage collector...<br />the newspaper boy...<br />the workshop boy...<br />he never knew bliss...<br />sometimes it is important to know pain...<br />sometimes it is important to experience it...<br />to explore it...<br />to alleviate yourself to the next spiritual level...<br />deny yourself...<br />walk in the dark...<br />walk in the mist...<br />walk in the eerie forests...<br />just walk...<br />empty streets...<br />deploring alleys...<br />that to me is life...<br />the essence...<br />pain me...<br />HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL please...<br />beat me...<br />hate me...<br />ridicule me...<br />cruxified...<br />nailed...<br />but one day...<br />i shall be out there...<br />and your chains that clasp me will not be...<br />you will be rotten and your faeces will be feasted upon...<br />that day...<br />will be my day...<br />my life...<br />my existence...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113795457952328443?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1137751072000857102006-01-20T10:45:00.000+01:002006-02-14T12:37:34.906+01:00sometimes we need our little space...<br />right now my writing may seem very very confused and the reason is because i am overwhelmed by the amount of ideas and notions that are currently STUCK UP in my head...<br />largely thanks to no internet as i was travelling...<br />Eid...<br />and that too the meat festival...<br />for muslims eid is a symbolic festival to mark a point of time in history where Prophet Abraham was ordained to sacrifice his son...<br />We happen to take it in literal terms and the show of cattle is a show of affluence and status...<br />HOW WONDERFUL :)<br />its a time to trash your cities...<br />its a time to show off your state of the art COW etc...<br />its a time to send meat to the more influential ones in your circle...<br />what happened to the poor?<br />hahahahahahahahaha...u losers...<br />what becomes of them...NOTHING...<br />but the poor are richer than us...<br />they yield the power...<br />the power to decipher and infer...<br />a power to realise...<br />to find meanings of their existence...<br />Eid my friends...is not about eating like hogs...<br />its like about the meat and the money which goes into the lavish dinners...<br />its about the feeling deep down inside...<br />its about the inner soul...<br />but where art our inner souls?<br />no sire...<br />we prefer to party...<br />we prefer to drink...<br />booze and latinos...<br />perfect combination...<br />is there a home...when you get mugged in your own neighbourhood...<br />is it a fraternity if your on your own...<br />is there a brotherhood if you have to protect your back...<br />are there friends...<br />when you seem to be hungry...<br />are there bonds, when you hopelessly lunge around in the shady parts of your town looking for a way to survive...<br />this is to all those who judge...<br />to all those who are so cocksure of themselves...<br />this is to those arrogant ones who seem as if they own the whole earth...<br />this is to those fartheads who look down on the poor...<br />who think they are cool because they have the latest in gadgetery...<br />who feel that they are somehow better because they get french manicures...<br />DUDES U SUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK...<br />this is to those who stood up...<br />who faced their excruciating circumstances...<br />stayeth beneath the lamp posts in a deserted street reading...<br />this is to those who made a difference...<br />sometimes we can change...<br />it is in us...<br />we just need to exploit...<br />and let go of the materialistic half...<br />sometimes its nice to travel by public transport...<br />sometimes its good to have no money in your pocket...<br />sometimes it nice to be somewhere where your a complete alien...<br />sometimes...<br />SOMETIMESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113775107200085710?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1137749055810180322006-01-20T08:27:00.000+01:002006-02-14T12:38:14.776+01:00there were the colors...<br />the colors of life...<br />the colors of activity...<br />the colors of mayhem...<br />the colors of pandemonium...<br />sometimes when i am not able to write...<br />i feel imprisoned within...<br />i feel i was wastin away...<br />like an addict on heroin...<br />like a man on a woman...<br />like a sportsman on football...<br />the infatuation...<br />like Romeo and Juliet...<br />like Julius upon Caesar...<br />history hath known to teach...<br />dogs arent a man's best friend...<br />time and history are...<br />there have been times...<br />times when i doubted...<br />times when ma faith was let down...<br />times when i couldnt foresee...<br />times when i felt enslaved...<br />and then...<br />FREEDOM...<br />to all those who have read my writings...<br />i am a mere mortal...<br />who probably just expresses for the sake of it...<br />to free my inner soul...<br />to obtain the inertia and equilubrium...<br />for a life that is otherwise troubled and very uncouth...<br />to humans who feast upon humans...<br />to brothers who annihilate their own siblings...<br />to the money that hath not belonged to anyone since yonder...<br />to the properties which contain the faeces of their owners...<br />there was pain and anguish in the church...<br />there was upheaval amongst the ranks...<br />because though we might deem ourselves to be Mr Know it All's...<br />we really arent...<br />the dilemma continues...<br />i sped by...<br />somehow...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113774905581018032?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1136622947871814772006-01-07T09:25:00.000+01:002006-02-14T12:38:59.636+01:00"The Reason"<br /><br />I'm not a perfect person<br />There's many things I wish I didn't do<br />But I continue learning<br />I never meant to do those things to you<br />And so I have to say before I go<br />That I just want you to know<br /><br />I've found a reason for me<br />To change who I used to be<br />A reason to start over new<br />and the reason is you<br /><br />I'm sorry that I hurt you<br />It's something I must live with everyday<br />And all the pain I put you through<br />I wish that I could take it all away<br />And be the one who catches all your tears<br />Thats why i need you to hear<br /><br />I've found a reason for me<br />To change who I used to be<br />A reason to start over new<br />and the reason is You [x4]<br /><br />I'm not a perfect person<br />I never meant to do those things to you<br />And so I have to say before I go<br />That I just want you to know<br /><br />I've found a reason for me<br />To change who I used to be<br />A reason to start over new<br />and the reason is you<br /><br />I've found a reason to show<br />A side of me you didn't know<br />A reason for all that I do<br />And the reason is you<br /><br />whenever u hate me...<br />just know this...<br />that etched in these words is my soul...<br />which pleads...<br />which decries...<br />which loves...<br />which cares...<br />and knowing all this...<br />if u smile...<br />just a little...<br />and your pouty lips tremble...<br />and your sneaky eyes glimmer...<br />and your dimples deepen...<br />lemme lose maself...<br /><br /><br />Eid mubarak to everyone...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113662294787181477?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1136317489610787722006-01-03T20:18:00.000+01:002006-02-14T12:39:45.873+01:00this goes out to all those people who just let it be...<br />to people who silently suffered...<br />to people who never gave up...<br />to people who stood fast in the face of challenges...<br />who never lost hope...<br />this is for the fireman who saved a life...<br />this is for a policeman who saved an old woman from being mugged...<br />this is to a child who stood up for his mother...<br />this is for a widow who raised her children as good human beings...<br />this is to death for always hallowing us and urging us to make our life worth it...<br />this is to those who reached out...<br />who were steadfast...<br />death is a harrowing experience which can tame the unruly and the obstinate...<br />which can mellow down a tycoon...<br />which can sadden a tyrant...<br />which can humble an oppressor...<br />it is D E A T H...<br />the stench...<br />in all its awraic glory...<br />the fervor...<br />the longetivity...<br />the pain...<br />the spirit which moans...<br />which roars...<br />the pandemonium...<br />amidst all the pulchritudinous valleys...<br />and the Brobdingnagian exterior that we portray...<br />there were times...<br />when there was no light...<br />there was no existence...<br />there was an essence...<br />just a feeling...<br />tonight as i sit...<br />i feel the night gaping at my insides...<br />trying hard to penetrate...<br />i know why a wolf howls...<br />i know why a bird chirps...<br />i know why the lion roared...<br />why the hyaenas feast...<br />why the vultures wolf...<br />why the ants prey...<br />the circle seems perfect...<br />blurry at the hinges...<br />but it moves in on me...<br />closer...<br />closer still...<br />i can feel it...<br />gnawing...<br />pawing...<br />i want to smile...<br />i want to fake it...<br />i want to act...<br />i want to falsify...<br />i want to be a stick...<br />carved into furniture...<br />i want to be a rose that hath not known its destiny...<br />i want to be a catterpillar and wield my time to others...<br />if i put a smile back on your face...<br />i know id have lived...<br />id know...<br />deep deep down...<br />that it wasnt worthless after all...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113631748961078772?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1136219890326410102006-01-02T15:27:00.000+01:002006-01-02T17:38:10.390+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/hope.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/hope.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />sometimes we can conveniently walk by...<br />we choose to ignore...<br />we etch our own fates and blame it on stars...<br />we sin and abhorr our horoscopes...<br />we kill and credit the excruciating circumstances...<br />we plunder, we loot, we prey...<br />no one is safe...<br />not our sisters, nor our mothers, nor our daughters, nor our soul mates...<br />we learnt to disrespect a long time back...<br />once in a while it doesnt harm to close your lights...<br />it doesnt hurt to prowl...<br />to draw the real lines...<br />lie down in your bed...<br />ever felt there was a niche within when there was absolutely no electricity...<br />ever felt you were on top of the world and yet there was something missing...<br />ever yearned for it but never gotten it...<br />were you standing there amidst the snow and you were left standing...<br />ever been deserted in a desert...ironic...<br />ever been moored on a virgin island...<br />ever known pain and anguish...<br />ever lost a beloved one...<br />ever known fear...<br />ever tasted death...<br />ever wandered around amidst the faeces which corrupt you...<br />ever visited the murkier passages...<br />ever wanted to but couldnt...<br />if you haven't...<br />then you wouldn't know...<br />then you wouldn't feel...<br />then you wouldn't cry...<br /><br />i sit here.<br />here.<br />why here.<br />i brood.<br />Time haunts me.<br />It fiddles with me.<br />i am painfully aware of my mortal existence.<br />it doesnt scare me anymore.<br />i sometimes look around and the familiar faces i see aren't visible.<br />The spectrum that i am inhibed by...isn't truly there...<br />what i see is not true...<br />what i feel isn't either...<br />i profess to believe...<br />but i act like i dont...<br />i feel as if i was possessed...<br />but i am not...<br />why this vivacious circle...<br />the circle which corrupts...<br />which sins...<br />the rain...<br />steadily continues...<br />purifies...condescends a feeling of chastity...<br />i want to runaway...<br />i want to be there...<br />in a land where there are no manifestos...<br />where there are no killings...<br />where there are no politics...<br />where there are no players...<br />where i can be...<br />close to U...<br />and thank You...<br />tonight i will go...<br />somewhere far...<br />so that i can appreciate...<br />and talk to You...<br />You dont meet me in these cities...<br />amidst these buildings...<br />amidst the chaos and pandemonium...<br />You have deserted me...<br />but i shall believe in ' Perseverance commands success'...<br />Someday you would know too...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113621989032641010?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1136142412854686412006-01-01T18:38:00.000+01:002006-01-01T20:06:52.896+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/42-15822435.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/42-15822435.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Do not fear going forward slowly, fear only to stand still...<br /><br />They say ignorance is bliss. I feel otherwise. Blog i am sorry for being ignorant. This was partly because i wasnt home and i cant write under prying eyes...i need to vent out myself within my own spectrum...<br />sometimes you need to be there...<br />sometimes you need to feel...<br />sometimes you have to give in...<br />sometimes you have to let go...<br />sometimes you have to falter...<br />sometimes you have to lose...<br />sometimes you have to cry...<br />sometimes you have to be...<br />sometimes you have to sucuumb...<br />sometimes you have to gather yourself...<br />sometimes you have to...<br />just have to...<br />New year...huh.<br />New beginning!!!<br />concentrate N E W beginning...hahahahahahahaha<br />time for drunkards to lie low and prowl...to be free and drunk...<br />time for the rich to party...<br />time for the poor to recoil...<br />time for the players to pimp around...<br />time for the gurls to look good...<br />why the anxiety?<br />why the exhiliration?<br />why the wannabe-ism?<br />why?<br />for me new year was just another year which had gone down the drain. Two days spent with my best friend while ignorin others...i felt selfish yet i couldnt help it...<br />my life remains a mystery and id rather keep it that way...for reasons best known to some motherfucker who resides in my head...<br />i want to be happy...<br />i want to be free...<br />i want to goooooooo...<br />i want to breathe...<br />i want to love...<br />but something...somewhere...wouldnt let me...<br />maybe my Lord wouldnt let me...<br />i see people...<br />impatient...materialistic...ambitions...proud...while i stand there...<br />in a nook...<br />in a corner...<br />in a murky passage...<br />in another land...<br />far far away...<br />where there was no one but me...<br />sometimes i pretend to fall asleep...<br />i want to fool my conscience...<br />so that i can pry...<br />so that i can explore...<br />i take in so much...i cant pain people...<br />neither can i stand witness to it...<br />i want answers but my questions wouldnt let go...<br />i am bounded when id rather be free...<br />i am in clasps when id rather be soaring...<br />i am lost when id rather be well on my way...<br />i am alone when id rather be with her...<br />that is my life...<br />i play with myself so that you wouldnt know...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113614241285468641?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135778983574544072005-12-28T14:55:00.000+01:002005-12-28T17:28:44.110+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/CB109022.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/CB109022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />some wrote anonymously...this christmas...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">i miss the days when my brothers and i were best friends...</span><br />another wrote amidst pain and a feeling of being incomplete:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">i still christmas shop for you even though you are gone...</span><br /><br />and i sat there...crying...<br />i could feel the pain...<br />it felt as if it was breathing down my throat...<br />i knew sorrow...<br />for a moment it felt as if everything had stopped...<br />the world experienced a pause...<br />there were some who hath escaped...<br />there was an artist who frantically wanted to capture one last shot...<br />of such serenity and peace...<br />at great personal risk...<br />there was a war time reporter...<br />who never knew anything but death and fear...<br />there was a poet...<br />whose alacrity from current affairs was more visible now...<br />i dont know why i was there...<br />i gate-crashed...<br />i wanted to...<br />sometimes i really want to...but i cant...<br />sometimes i cant but i really want to...<br />sometimes i can but i cant...<br />sometimes i cant but i can...<br />sometimes i should but i couldnt<br />sometimes i could but i wouldnt<br />sometimes i am...<br />othertimes i aint...<br />who...how...where...when...<br />BLANK...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113577898357454407?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135770425606408692005-12-28T12:17:00.000+01:002005-12-28T12:47:05.620+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/shadows.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/shadows.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />'i want to beg you oh man, as much as i can, to be patient towards all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked room, like a melodic symphony,and like books which are written in a very foreign language. Do not seek the answers, which cannot be given to you because you would not be able to live them.<br />And the point is to live everything.<br />Live the questions now.<br />Perhaps you will then gradually without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.'<br />There is a man...when the whole world is fast asleep...he wakes up...<br />he acknowledges the Higher Existence...<br />Oam...Allah...God...<br />Why man why? <br />you so powerful.<br />you so immortal.<br />you so mean.<br />you so rich.<br />you so arrogant.<br />you so stubborn.<br />you so proud.<br />Why man Why?<br />That man then heads to his fields...<br />appreciates dawn...<br />Why?<br />because he can see the replenished earth...<br />free from sins...<br />free from pain...<br />there is God...<br />EVERYWHERE...<br />he steps on a blade of grass...<br />the dew drops make love to it...<br />that blade is treasured...<br />We arent...<br />he walks on frozen ice...<br />ice: protector of that blade...<br />why you scared man?<br />Got no friends ehhhhh?<br />got your brother on your case ehhhh?<br />got a daddy who doesnt know ehhhh?<br />got a mommy who emphasizes too much?<br />got a sister who has moved ahoy?<br />He moves...<br />ice gnaws at him...<br />but the man stealthily moves...<br />his heart is adrift...<br />his senses are recovering...<br />there is light...<br />he feels it...<br />it is the light which hath been taken at night...<br />when evil was born...<br />the nightrider...<br />the light...i see light...<br />the man is sheltered by it...<br />yet there is dark...<br />then he knows...<br />the light he sees is his own...<br />aura...<br />he walks to his beloved fields...<br />his wife never conceived...<br />he never complained...<br />he knew his duty was larger than life...<br />not just individuals...<br />mankind at large...<br />he toiled hard...<br />because he was the farmer...<br />not superman....<br />not batman...<br />not spiderman...<br />but a farm man...<br />while the world worshipped falsified hero...<br />he was the unsung hero...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113577042560640869?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135757769519164832005-12-28T08:47:00.000+01:002005-12-28T09:24:03.966+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/reflection.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/reflection.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />pictures are immortal...<br />they exude power...<br />they are my underlying theme...<br />they reflect what goes on...<br />mornings...uggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh...<br />i always was nocturnal...<br />prowling suits me...<br />the darkness...<br />the peace...<br />the moonlit plains...<br />the starry skies...<br />there is so much...<br />i see people who arent humans...<br />i see houses which arent homes...<br />i see acquaintances and not relationships...<br />i see you but i dont see me...<br />i know you but not me...<br />i love u and not me...<br />the circle is moving in...<br />its a fleeting image...<br />ladies and gentlemen...i have a long weekend...<br />which means more time to write...<br />to be...<br />to profess...<br />i walked into an asylum and they evicted me...<br />i was too insane...<br />i walked into a church and they brushed me aside...<br />i wasnt religious enough...<br />i walked into a bistro...<br />they didnt wanna see me...<br />i was bad for business...<br />why is the world so cruel...<br />why dont they feel pain...<br />let the tears flow...<br />cleanse thy souls...<br />otherwise...<br />before u know it...<br />it will end...<br />dont hate me...<br />i'm not worth it...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113575776951916483?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135710297121840482005-12-27T19:35:00.000+01:002005-12-27T20:04:57.136+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/the%20burning%20church.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/the%20burning%20church.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />and so was the state of my heart...i burned and i BURNED...<br />the flames gently caressed me...swallowed me...the fiery red hot fire finally had me cornered...there was no escape...<br />then i saw it...<br />the eerie dungeon...<br />the dampness and the cold...<br />my body was charred...<br />my heart knew not pain...<br />my mouth was convoluted...<br />i was in anguish and yet there was a serenity about me...<br />peace i hath not known...<br />i tore at my limbs...<br />the mortality hath been breached...<br />i lay there...<br />a stranger to my own existence...<br />nirvana swallowed me...<br />i was drowning in ecstasy...<br />i knew not my form...<br />i had sinned...<br />i had disobeyed...<br />i had dared...<br />to be...<br />i walk alone...<br />i dream alone...<br />sometimes i like to drive with my soul...<br />we talk...<br />he's better than me...more reasonable...<br />more complacent<br />and yet my human instincts get the better of me...<br />my ego tells me i am better...<br />i know better...<br />stupid ego...<br />ever known what is it like to stand up on a mountain...<br />a cliff edge<br />the demonic seas...<br />the moors...<br /><br />you were a memory...<br />you were a fullstop...<br />you were a pause...<br />you were a thought...<br />but you were...<br />i wasnt...<br />that is why i walk away...<br />A L O N E...<br />always...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113571029712184048?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135708200675002382005-12-27T18:59:00.002+01:002005-12-27T19:32:22.536+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/Caravan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/Caravan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />There is a lot i want to say...<br />a lot i want to spill...<br />a lot i want to confront...<br />a lot i want to confess...<br />a lot i want to share...<br />there are times when i feel like a valcano...<br />ready to erupt...<br />sometimes i feel like a fruit...ripe...ready to fall...<br />sometimes i feel like a bird...ready to fly...<br />sometimes i feel like a flower...dainty and raped...<br />there is so much to confront...so much to take in...so much happenin...<br />i feel that you shouldnt ever pose...<br />why wait and think?<br />Why not live the moment...in a princely manner...<br />why not write and spill what really matters...<br />why didnt i ever learn to say no?<br />why didnt i?<br />Why do i want to?<br />ever felt like a whir...<br />ever felt yourself in a vacuum...<br />ever noticed the little intricasies that make life a little more beautiful...<br />today...<br />Zooming in...<br />there was once a very bad bad boy who was called...Hasssssss...he never called to tell his parents that he would come late...his ego always got the better of him and he couldnt bother asking his friends...he was stubborn and callous...<br />he felt he knew it all or so they said...<br />sometimes he was harrassed by life...<br />other times by death...<br />and when he lay there...<br />his emotions would mock him...<br />there he was...<br />A man...and yet not quite there...<br />he tried too hard...<br />he wanted to be there for others...<br />and in a way he couldnt open up to others...<br />he shared their griefs...<br />he amassed pain...<br />and gave out love...renewed hope...or so he thought...<br />he was profusely thankful to the people who added flavor and life...<br />and yet amidst so many acquaintances...<br />he had lost himself...somewhere down there...<br />in the hush hush and pandemonium...<br />he didnt quite know when or where...<br />life never cared to notice...<br /><br />today i woke up...<br />like all of them...<br />early in the morning...<br />mom and dad never cared to notice...<br />i walked out...<br />they ought to have thanked their stars...<br />cant blame them either...<br />im a pain...<br />went to my university...my new alma mater...<br />tried to study...<br />for a change i entered the LUMS holy site...<br />L I B R A R Y...<br />spirits mocked me...<br />walls poked...<br />jibed about me...<br />i walked in...<br />and i walk out....<br />in lurch of a new day...<br />new hopes...<br />new aspirations...<br />i pull on my mask back on...<br />HAPPY...so i am...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113570820067500238?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135626457932505652005-12-26T20:04:00.000+01:002005-12-26T20:47:37.946+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/AADJ001385.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/AADJ001385.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />these are all dangling bits which do not mesh together...<br />wondered why...<br />we are like that...we have certain facets which complement...and yet others which totally abhorr each other...sometimes we have to suppress our natural, gutteral instincts...sometimes we have to turn our backs on love...sometimes we have to look normal when we want to erupt...we have to smile when we would rather cry...<br />times when we are forced to pull up a brave front so that others may not point at us...<br />life can be so complex or maybe its the way i etch it out...<br />maybe i am trying too hard...or fancying it...<br />there are so many battered end...dreary and quiet...drained and devoid...<br />i want to let go...<br />i want to smile...<br />i want to be happy...<br />i want to be shallow...<br />just like em...<br />i am stupid...<br />i smile...i laugh...i drink...<br />all to cover up the pain...<br /><br />This post is dedicated to Faisal...a new entrant...a debutant in my circle...but he just didnt make an entry...glitzy and superfluous...rather he made a bold impression...<br />Thankyou bro for always being there...in a short while i have stumbled across someone whos a homie for life...<br />U gave me a reason to smile...<br />A reason to be...<br /><br />God bless u...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113562645793250565?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135509431211883712005-12-25T12:07:00.000+01:002005-12-25T12:17:11.226+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/42-15850156.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/42-15850156.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />ever tried really hard...to impress upon...to persevere...for namesake...try it...<br />The disappointment in the aftermath is indeed agonistic and sheer torture.<br />For a long time i disconnected with myself. Dont know why...though i was in complete harmony with my better half...the spiritual self...<br />When i write i feel like venting out myself and the lack of audience makes the trip well worth it...<br />the image portrayed is purer and less egoistic and make belief. I hate people with brawny wives...trophies basically...parading with them in their luxury two doors...<br />Lets write about my story...the darker innate passages which have blocked the light...and i am withering away without that light...its a cubicle...five by five...<br />i am a prisoner...<br />Closed spaces haunt me...<br />Here i am...living in a house which aint my home...where i am met by cold glances and the shrug of shoulders...Even the dorm people back at my university bond better...<br />State of my relationships is such that everytime i dare to speak...im asked to kindly pack my bags and leave...hahahahahahahahaha...<br />i am a stranger in my own world...im mocked upon...my own sanctuary has been set on fire by me...<br />i am a prisoner who raped his ownself...who massacred his soul...<br />i am sick of it...i want peace...i want to bring peace...i want to make a difference...<br />Someday...<br />Someday...<br />Someday...<br />why not today???<br />Let the journey begin...<br />It's all a fleeting vision...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113550943121188371?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135504199940944212005-12-25T10:44:00.000+01:002005-12-25T10:49:59.953+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/42-15837355.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/42-15837355.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />there is a city...<br />this is land...<br />where roots and history hath been recorded...<br />a city as beautiful as this...probably even this...<br />there sits...A prostitute...<br />she's desolute and frowned upon by the married women...<br />HRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHH...glares...abuses...<br />This is her story...<br /><br />For i am the first and the last<br />I am the venerated and the despised<br />I am the prostitute and the saint<br />I am the wife and the virgin<br />I am the mother and the daughter<br />I am the arms of my mother<br />I am barren and my children are many<br />I am the married women and the spinster<br />I am the women who gives birth and she<br />who never procreated<br />am the consolation for the pain of birth<br />I am the wife and the husband<br />And it was my man who created me<br />I am the mother of my father<br />I am the sister of my husband<br />And he is my rejected son<br />Always respect me<br />For i am the shameful and the magnificent one<br /><br />...Hymn to Isis, third or fourth century BC,<br />discovered in Nag Hammadi...<br /><br />Need i say more?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113550419994094421?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135502917537545892005-12-25T10:17:00.000+01:002005-12-25T10:28:37.550+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/42-15766408.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/42-15766408.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />A long long time ago<br />I can still remember how that music used to make me<br />smile<br />And I knew if I had my chance<br />That I could make those people dance<br />And maybe they'd be happy for a while<br /><br />Did you write the Book of Love<br />And do you have faith in God above<br />If the Bible tells you so<br />Do you believe in rock 'n roll<br />Can music save your mortal soul<br />And can you teach me how to dance real slow<br /><br />Well, I know that you're in love with him<br />'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym<br />You both kicked off your shoes<br />Man, I dig those rhythm and blues<br /><br />I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck<br />With a pink carnation and a pickup truck<br />But I knew I was out of luck<br />The day the music died<br /><br />I started singin'..<br /><br />Refrain:<br />Bye-bye, Miss American Pie<br />Drove my chevy to the levee<br />But the levee was dry<br />And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye<br />Singin' this'll be the day that I die<br />This'll be the day that I die<br /><br />I met a girl who sang the blues<br />And I asked her for some happy news<br />But she just smiled and turned away<br />I went down to the sacred store<br />Where I'd heard the music years before<br />But the man there said the music woudn't play<br /><br />And in the streets the children screamed<br />The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed<br />But not a word was spoken<br />The church bells all were broken<br />And the three men I admire most<br />The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost<br />They caught the last train for the coast<br />The day the music died<br /><br />dont know why this song was humming in my mind today...<br />and this particular image...<br />reminds me of the Roman Grandeur...<br />reminds of the gods...notably Zeus and Jupiter...<br />what is history today?<br />A joke?<br />Something that we are fed upon by brutal force...<br />Casinos resemble the past eras...<br />We are hypocrites...all ov us...<br />we sell our bodies behind shrines and such religious enclaves...<br />we steal and plunder...<br />we are the pious and the rightful at homes...<br />we drink and we sin when we are outside...<br />we complement our existence which is a gift by being in the presence of naked women...<br />who juggle their asses...<br />but then...is she a prostitute...<br />imagine the pain and anguish which is stamped in the eyes of a joker...<br />who dances...who laughts...concorts funny faces...so that we can laugh...<br />this is my dedication to that joker...<br />and that prostitute who makes life liveable and men less savage...<br />Someday i will walk by such walls...<br />i want to indulge in civilization...<br />i want to feel the plight of the earlier man...<br />i want to make my own spear and feel...<br />i want to pain on the cave walls...<br />let me be...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113550291753754589?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135492936691767622005-12-25T07:40:00.000+01:002005-12-25T07:42:16.693+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/42-15529359.6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/42-15529359.6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />nature has all the attributes of the Lord...<br />its magnificense...<br />its sultry ways...<br />its enigmatic ways...<br />the grandeur...<br />Brobdingnagian valleys...<br />turbulent weathers...<br />domineering seas...<br />cryptic plains...<br />forbidding deserts...<br />entwining forests...<br />they all relay God's grandeur...<br />Lightening is one such symbol for God's wrath...<br />Sometimes i just like to listen to the pattering of the rain drops... i prefer to sit back and relax...close my eyes or feast on the weather...the serenity and the silence is indeed breathtaking...<br />once i used to have a phobia of thunderstorms...something deep down was scared of them...a fear had etched within...i freed myself...and realised that during the course of our lifetimes...we need to free ourselves from our fears by gnawing upon them...by baring our soul against them...<br />Then we are successful...<br />Inner self remains to be fulfilled...<br />The journey continues...<br />The epic battle rages on...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113549293669176762?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135459116707845802005-12-24T22:10:00.001+01:002005-12-25T07:35:39.136+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/42-15551500.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/42-15551500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />night time approaches...notice how staying awake is an endeavour and can easily sap your energy...Lahore...the town i acquaint myself with...where i have grown...where i was bred...the air the atmosphere...<br />hither come the foggy winters...Saturday night...<br />Your young and volatile...life seems to kiss your hem...<br />Today i attended a mehndi...something i havent done since yonder...come to think of it i ended up dancing tooo...<br />i wanted to be here...not cos of any obligation...<br />reminds me the best part about a true friendship is the mental correlation and static communication which can mean that there will be numerous occassions when the tongue wouldnt come into play...<br />I wanted to be there for someone...whos my neighbour...a true compatriot...someone whos grown around me...who's ways have lead me...<br />He doesnt have a father...brother of three sisters...the youngest and yet i have seen him take charge and assume responsibility since his school days...A gem of a person...sometimes i shudder to imagine how i ever got so lucky to have someone sooo true as my best friend...<br />Good part is that i ended up dancing alongside him...n hes one of those obstinate mules who wouldnt budge let alone dance...i got the better of him...<br />i want to be faraway...drivin with the salty breeze caressing me as i tore by...i want to know individuality...i want to know what it feels like to be ure own man...the toil...the sweat of the brow...<br />i want to sit by the seaside...and read...read to myself...address my soul...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113545911670784580?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135427838980640082005-12-24T13:32:00.000+01:002005-12-24T13:37:18.980+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/42-15263332.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/42-15263332.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />and then there was one...<br />the old hath known loneliness...<br />thus the old and the wizened...<br />the rick and the poor...<br />turned to their Lord...<br />Ever wonder why our elders suddenly become either inane or very very reasonable and mellow...<br />why do they assuage their fears so...<br />why the complacency...<br />why the cursory glances within???<br />Why is it that they deem themselves complete failures...<br />was there a vision...?<br />Happened to Siddharta...<br />Paulo Coelho became insane...<br />Herman Hesse wanted to walk away...<br />What was it?<br />What truth did they seek so eagerly and religiously...?<br />The old are supposed to be respected...<br />this picture is very symbolic of our loneliness...<br />for me it signifies the absolute end...<br />The beginnin of a new dawn...and the welcome of a dusk which shall seal their fates forever...<br />The journey is lonesome and trivial...<br />T H I N K...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113542783898064008?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135427450285777192005-12-24T13:29:00.000+01:002005-12-24T13:30:50.296+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/42-15346664.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/42-15346664.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />look around and you would appreciate how people drool in front of cameras...<br />wanna make someone look really stupid...let em pose for u...hahahahahahahahaha...trust me you would get ure money's worth...<br />we, humans crave attention...<br />we want to be noticed...<br />we crave power...<br />we crave the perks that are attached with it...<br />we appreciate big labels...<br />big names...<br />the more we crave...the shallower we become...the more illogical we sound...<br />the more important we deem ourselves in our own eyes...<br />we ought to adapt...<br />we ought to be flexible...<br />but but but...we oughtnt lose our inner child...<br />the child that craves to be a fool...<br />that wants to floor his parents...<br />who would make mommy see stars in broad day light...<br />just let it all be...<br />and whatever we crave will always be begotten...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113542745028577719?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135418820228261942005-12-24T10:54:00.000+01:002005-12-24T11:07:00.240+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/42-15253433.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/42-15253433.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />it goes like...<br />Look around wonder why<br />we can live a life that's never satisfied<br />Lonely hearts troubled minds<br />looking for a way that we can never find<br />Many roads are ahead of us<br />with choices to be made<br />But life's just one of the<br />games we play<br />There is no special way<br />Make the best of what's given you<br />everything will come in time<br />why deny yourself<br />don't just let life pass you by<br />like winter in July<br /><br />Future dreams can never last<br />when you find yourself still living in the past<br />Keep moving on to higher ground<br />looking for the way you thought could not be found<br />We may not know the reason why<br />we're born into this world<br />where a man only lives to die<br />his story left untold<br />Make the best of what's given you<br />everything will come in time<br />why deny yourself<br />don't just let life pass you by<br />like winter in July<br /><br />And we may not know the reason why<br />we're born into this world<br />where a man only lives to die<br />his story left untold<br />Make the best of what's given you<br />everything will come in time<br />why deny yourself<br />don't just let life pass you by<br />like winter in July<br /><br />...starry nights...passion at its best...your beloved and you...<br />i feel that if u love someone...u oughtnt let go of it...<br />its not fair on you or the one u love...<br />i also believe that you should never turn your back on true love...<br />because it wouldnt come back to u...<br />sometimes i feel as if i was enslaved by the night...just like an owl or a bat...<br />there are times when the notriety of the night enthralls me...sometimes i wanna seek...search...and destroy...<br />one ought to express...otherwise we are like a valcano...ready to erupt due to an overflow of matter...<br />Veni Vedi Vinci...<br />Play the Game...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113541882022826194?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135417408806950452005-12-24T10:39:00.000+01:002005-12-24T10:43:28.806+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/42-15239971.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/42-15239971.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />somehow these candles really got to me...they portray so much depth...such fervor and intensity...the glow...the light...the powerful auraic affect...<br />i felt so lost...i questioned myself...sorta interrogation...i remembered the world's favorite past time...PEACE...<br />a notion and a redundant concept which has deserted us...nukes on our heads...ready to crush mankind forever...a lasting sleep...<br />but then maybe we need that silence in all the hubhub where there are no relationships...where sons stand up against their fathers...i do...where daughters think their mothers need a reality check...where brothers despise and cheat on their brothers...<br />is this life???<br />is this why we are raised??? Monetary accumulation...<br />how shallow are we???<br />Someone tell me...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113541740880695045?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135417121507661982005-12-24T10:32:00.000+01:002005-12-24T10:38:41.573+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/42-15202940.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/42-15202940.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />crossroads...<br />intersections...<br />defining moments...<br />these can surely be teasing...<br />there were times when i doubted my abilities...when i thought i wouldnt be able to...<br />be it the school days...to the college hues...to the university blues...<br />yet somehow i managed...<br />very scarecely...<br />just makin it there...<br />the last to arrive...<br />sometimes there are times when you have to let go of yourself...when you have to pursue what really matters to you...when you dont have to question your individuality but rather you ought to explore your horizons...<br />otherwise we would just end up being pitiful bones which never knew their true purpose...<br />everyday when i wake up...i recognize the freshness...<br />the ushering of a new era...<br />i dedicate that day to...<br />new moments...<br />new dreams...<br />new visions...<br />new goals...<br />and of all i dedicate em all to my Creator...who hath given me the reason and the ability to be...<br />i thankyou for the chance...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113541712150766198?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135414566658992442005-12-24T09:53:00.000+01:002005-12-24T09:56:06.670+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/127428741252544752AALX001121.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/127428741252544752AALX001121.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Muhammad Ali<br />Floating, stinging, punching, prophesying, he transformed his sport and became the world's most adored athlete...<br />why is it that there are certain individuals who have this knack to be the centre of attention...what is it about them...what makes them so approachable...<br />Muhammad Ali...'i look like a butterfly but i sting like a bee...'<br />Pay close attention...never judge on looks alone...the other person might surprise you and you would regret later on...what matters is depth...intellect...and if the other person can accrue and withstand tests...then u got yourself the rarest commodity in the whole wide world...a true FRIEND...and this goes out to all my friends...who have made me a better human being...who have always been there for me...u rock boyzzzzzzzzzz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113541456665899244?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135410388060546552005-12-24T08:31:00.000+01:002005-12-24T08:46:28.070+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/127428738774623579AALX001038.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/127428738774623579AALX001038.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />revolutionaries...<br />sometimes we humans tend to picturize mere mortals as bein otherwise...<br />i feel that shouldnt be...<br />they too were young...<br />they too were silly...<br />they too were unreasonable...<br />i feel that greatness comes from within...<br />excruciating circumstances is an integral tool for those who want to etch their names in history...<br />sometimes we need to be sure of ourselves...<br />a saying goes like,'When the going gets tough...the tough get going...'<br />Sometimes we need to tell ourselves that we can...if they can so can we...<br />Sometimes we need inspiration...<br />sometimes we need love...<br />sometimes we just need to profess...<br />There are times when we stray...there are times when we act...there are times when we assume...times when we generalize...<br />we ought to remember who we are...<br />MAO is one such inspiration...<br />the means justified the ends...whatever happened in Tiananmen square where numerous Chinese student laid down their lives is preserved in history itself...<br />sometimes one of us has to take a stance...<br />to lead...<br />to rule...<br />to guide...<br />be the change that you want to see in this world...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113541038806054655?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135409323772741392005-12-24T08:25:00.000+01:002005-12-24T08:28:43.773+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/11541759.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/11541759.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />the picture shall speaketh for thyself...<br />The very last living Don...<br />hahahahahahahha...<br />thanks for a good laugh...<br />sometimes we dont realise what people around us do to make us happy...the obnoxious, outrageous acts done in good faith...<br />i shall learneth to appreciate...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113540932377274139?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135409005202972472005-12-24T08:16:00.000+01:002005-12-24T08:23:25.203+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/cool%20pic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/cool%20pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />illumination...<br />of the mind...<br />of the soul...<br />of the body...<br />of the heavenly spirits...<br />of the Lord...<br /><br />purity...which cleanses all the evil and bodily lust...<br />shame...which knows no bounds...<br />temptation...which knows no limits...<br />sin...which tempts and indulges...<br />indulgence...a state of our mind...<br /><br />we are weak...indecisive...slaves of civilization...all our lives we try pleasing others...and then it all ends...<br />life is beautiful...even those depressing moments...they shape who we are...experiences make us humane...its a reality check...sometimes its okay to love...to trust...to hug...to hold hands...to be there for someone...to give someone a reason to smile...<br />is....prayer enough...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113540900520297247?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135408418630351882005-12-24T08:03:00.000+01:002005-12-24T08:13:38.643+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/42-15906951.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/42-15906951.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />there are times when i want to be free...when i want to be in an alien land...alien surroundings...alien people...alien roads...alien atmosphere...alien rain...alien skies...everything about the place ought to be alienish...a land where people do not judge you...where the social norms do not restrict you...i want to be free....i want to soar...i want to love...i want to just be...i wanna bask...i wanna do so much...sometimes the energy gets the better of me...i want to break free from the chains of humanity...i want to walk away...i want to know freedom...i want to know free will...i want to know God...i want to seek a Higher Existence...sometimes i want to...just want to...dont know what i want...but i do know that i want...someday it might just come back to me...otherwise id know it neve was mine...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113540841863035188?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135406717400403342005-12-24T07:40:00.000+01:002005-12-24T07:45:17.400+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/FH001292.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/FH001292.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />there is gloom in the city...<br />there is pain in the city...<br />there is loneliness in the city...<br />there is stench of death tooo...<br />there is anguish in the city...<br />there is the night rider...<br />the devil within...<br />which kills...<br />which shreds...<br />which entangles in sins...<br />the city stands...<br />the buildings stand proud...<br />the skyline looks down...<br />then...<br />there is blood...<br />there is murder...<br />there is wrath...<br />concoction of our ill doings is evident...<br /><br />remember it aint important if you win or lose...in the end you played the game...i feel that the gods of greeks ought to have fawned on humans...humans are mortals...every second of their existence is made more beautiful because they dont know what is in store...n that is life at its best...the moment spend will never come back...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113540671740040334?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135406242376827292005-12-24T07:33:00.000+01:002005-12-24T07:39:45.600+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/42-15194974.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/42-15194974.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />fire and water...<br />notice the correlation...<br />its like love and hate...<br />loving and hating at the same time...<br />crying and laughing at the same time...<br />praying and sinning at the same time...<br />lying and abstaining at the same time...<br />thats just life...<br />its okay to be a mortal...<br />its okay to commit mistakes...<br />Hasan its okay...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113540624237682729?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135405979405672872005-12-24T07:30:00.000+01:002005-12-24T07:32:59.406+01:00Ever wondered why...who...when...how...where...sometimes it is important to look at the stars...sometimes it is important to drench yourself in nature...in order to appreciate it...sometimes it is important to pain thyself...sometimes it is imperative to meditate...sometimes we need need to fly...the quest will be...time shall deem us mortals and laugh at us...at our intricasies...complexes...insecurities...<br />For me pictures are worth a concoction of so many thoughts and emotions that go through me...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113540597940567287?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135405787085056662005-12-24T07:25:00.000+01:002005-12-24T07:29:47.086+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/1462253.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/1462253.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />There are times when we tend to be thankless for what we have...typical humanish trait...we whine and want more...but there are times when the nauseous memories of your childhood...your almamater come back to haunt you...you close your eyes...u smell the lunches your mommy made for u...the times when u did crazy shit...this goes out to Aitchison College...AC FOR LIFE...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113540578708505666?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135405372301354492005-12-24T07:19:00.000+01:002005-12-24T07:22:52.300+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/3667212.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/3667212.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />isnt it amazing how people can achieve what they strive and struggle for their entire lifetimes...Jesus got cruxified...critics are humbled...archrivals unite...amazin what the phenomenon we deem death does to us...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113540537230135449?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1135404851190325852005-12-24T07:10:00.000+01:002005-12-24T07:14:11.203+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/42-15202495.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/42-15202495.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />i feel that sometimes it is imperative to decide where you want to be...sometimes you have to make the hardest calls which are as welldefined as the left turn vs the right turn...the beautiful part is you never know what the outcome maybe...gambling at its very best...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-113540485119032585?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1127107212342207692005-09-19T07:18:00.000+02:002005-09-19T07:20:12.343+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/vinci2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/vinci2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />notice the intricasy...the genius that Vinci was...the vitruvian man...an epic display of an eccentric who was indeed one of the best the world hath ever witnessed...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-112710721234220769?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1127106982849287282005-09-19T07:12:00.000+02:002005-09-19T07:23:12.906+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/vinci1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/320/vinci1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and there were times when all was lost...times when man was a nomad...a hunter...when he wandered naked...when he knew not the truth...<br />and there was the modern man...though too high of himself...sought the truth but neve got a response...just driftin away<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-112710698284928728?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1121420457273904002005-07-15T11:32:00.000+02:002005-07-15T11:46:44.060+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/1600/beautiful1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6595/955/200/beautiful.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-112142045727390400?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1121416052603264082005-07-15T09:56:00.000+02:002005-07-15T10:27:32.610+02:00some ppl like life as it is...all the predictability makes it safer for em...life can be sooooo ironic...like for example all these blogs which are our own intellectual property which we wouldnt ever wanna share with neone else in this whole wide world cos its supposed to be a sorta communication with ure own soul n yet the whole world literally can skim through our minds n tht is indeed scary cos there are surely some facets of thyself which one would like to harbor n nurture underground...now thts a dark thought...on a serious note i dont know why i wanna begin with the recent british tube n bus bombings...i certainly do not appreciate carnages n yet i do abhorr all the persecution which humans have to endure all over the world for actions to which they are certainly not liable n thus it really shook when when i read the other day bout this israeli woman who was settled in london for quite a while n how she was dead scared of bus bombings n ironic as it maybe she was actually a victim of one in the holocaust of the london bombings...sad sad day for all of us...how we can take so many innocent lives n not give it a second thought...as if they are just the order of the day...where is our supposed conscience...how can we be humans when we do not harbor ne kinda feeelings n the only time we care is when our own interests are attacked cos tht is the only rude awakenin in our otherwise selfish lives...wish this world was more like the friendly amazin place it was tht i looked upto as an innocent child before i became an adult n ma innocense was kinda raped forever when everyday i was subjected to the same torture...bombings in bosnia...genocide here...bombs ahoy there...crisis situation in sudan n famines in ethiopia...all those powerful images just did it...seee when i sit down n write there is no bloody pattern cos ma mind is goin completely haywire cos there is so much tht i wanna insribe online...a part of me wants to be sealed forever...its like a pensieve...so again the word 'terrorism' is being voiced all over the world n wht is more ironic for those stupid brainless brits to realise tht how can a person not be as selfish as to not think bout one's own interests in the bigger interests of supposed humanity cos trust me not everyone can lay down their lives for a bigger cause cos for us we always bring in the 'me' factor. dont get me wrong i aint gonna give ne justifications for the loss of innocent lives cos there just aint ne...one thing im sure bout is tht our religion absolutely abhorrs killing innocent humans.<br />so tht is tht comin to today...sowwie for the long delay couldnt help it...for a long while i couldnt quite figure how would i create ma own blog n all tht jazzz khair tht is now kinda sorted out so i hope to hear more from maself bout so many things tht i aint able to convey...whhh well wouldnt wanna repress ma own self now would i again MEEEEE...so today is a friday a very holy day cos i try to go to the jumma prayers not cos of this inbound duty which im supposed to fulfill but cos i feel really light once i step outside...<br />n to top it offff i happen to have yet another bloody exam of ma life...though exams are quite trivial whtever mode they may appear in...they will always be unwelcome be it the ones which a gurl may force upon ya ;) or the countless once which those heartless universities may subject upon us...whtever may be...and while im on it i dont know why this line is whirrin in ma head...'try as i may i can never define whts been said between ure heart and mineeeeeeeeeeeeeee...the smile of ure face lets me know tht u need me...'beautiful those words...one may create numerous words n in the end make sense outta it n end up bein a really successful writer but its hard communicating to ure own self in these words n expressin all those remote fears n thoughts which brood deeep inside the crevice of ure brain n all the murky tunnels that exist deep down...so again exams...well ill tell u bout ma preparation...for one its an urdu course n try as i may i do make some sense in the end or atleast id like to fancy tht i do...i have not attended any classes thus i have no idea wht the instructor expects of me...there is also the factor of teacher judgin me regardin the way i am...careless n totally casual not to mention chill to the bone...n last night as i was home alone n ma house was literally a bachelor pad i stayed out n came back in the wee hours of the morning...course Mohaaaa rulzzz n i have absolutely no regrets when i realise i dont know jack bout ma paper...reminds me never regret stufff uve already done yaaar there is no point n its a very futile practice...<br />ohhh yeah n ive started smokin all over again cos of all the turbulence in ma life which no one can seem to interpret...ahhhh well no point brooding over it cos ill one day be ma own man n im quite sure there...i think tht belief in thyself is absolutely essential...otherwise one wouldnt get very far in life...<br />ill prolly leave it at tht n try to study for ma paper otherwise id b kicked outta lums so illl sign offf at tht n from next time consistency shallbe the order of the day...till then amigos ma better half ie if i have one...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-112141605260326408?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13840329.post-1119357070912760772005-06-21T14:13:00.000+02:002005-07-15T09:52:20.936+02:00ahhh well never thought id actually have ma own blog but then tht was the case when we came across internet...when msn messenger came along as a social breakthrough software or whtever...n then there was orkut to make sure tht the whole world knew the lil intricasies of ure life so tht u lay bare...n now this...<br />neve thought id actually share ma blogs with the rest of the world but here goes ma feeble attempts to communicate with maself though everytime i try interactin with ma mind there is a fatal failure of a kind i know not bout or ought to be ma mind playin dirty tricks on me...<br />hmmmmm im glimpsing back on the time long gone...there i was a child...innocent and how i was indulged in this world n then came i...a teenager who did quite a few crazy things cos like all others i wanted to fit in though i cant say i was very adept at doin so...<br />all this time i wanted to write...to record whtever i went through every day of ma life...yet i couldnt cos i was always too lazy to begin with n the idea of sharin ma literature as shabby as it maybe with another human being was a foolish notion cos this was me...i was writin maself in these pages tryin to come across some sorta pattern which would assuage ma fears regardin who i am...<br />lets glimpse back at yesterday...<br />well to tell u the absolute truth ive always had a power family...the kinda family which revolves around individuals which in ma case happen to be five...n we know tht there aint neone out there for us...tht can be a scary notion when ure a kid with absolutely no energies n when u feeel so helpless...when all the scariest notions come alive at night when u lie in bed...<br />but ma house aint ma home...i feeeel so uneasy everytime i head back home n i guess i know wht it ought to be like for prisoners of war when they were in those camps after the world wars...away from home...away from ure beloved ones...all ma life i sought love...n i guess ii failed miserably cos the very ppl whom i entrusted maself to thought tht i was a hoodlum who would one day runaway from this nest n turn ma back on em...tht sucked...cos seeee when u love someone naturally the expectations of a relationship can get to you or neone for tht matter...<br />ive always been the bad sheep the trouble child whos always let ma parents down n i guesss im still tht way...guess reputations dont even die hard though habits do...<br />so theres ma dad whos the epi center of ma life whos the one person i always turn to n the person whos ma idol or hes come closest to bein one though he has tht mortal side which can get the better of him when he addresses me like a fuckin trash collector or some sudras...when i was growin up i wanted a dad who would indulge me...who would be there to share all the lil secrets of life...who would not only provide materialistically for me but would also respect me for who i was...guess i always let him down...ma bad ma bad...good term whenever ure in a tricky situation...<br />then theres ma mom whos a doctor n yet shes neve been there for me...as a kid i always loooked upto kids who had their lunch boxes prepared by their moms who brought all kinds of scrumptuous meals...ohhh how i could have done nething to have snacks like theirs...well i neve did...fell prey to foul food for ma entire life...ought to be a curse...thanks to ma great great great pig stealin good for nothing grandfather.nething to calm me down.So ma mom says tht im some criminal who will be punished for ma sins in this world n the hereafter...well im waitin for ma Creator to just take me back from where i came...<br />imagine when the only thing u say to ure mom is the days greetin when u woke up n even then u arent even replied to...now i know wht the kids in the orphanage go thruuuu...<br />yesterday was like every other day a sucky day where ma dad wanted a confrontation n i wasnt in a mood so to punish me he took ma car knowin tht i had a class n he couldnt fuckin care less whether i attended it or was sleeepin ma way thruuu life...<br />thus i naturally took ma moms car though tht was a confrontation still in its own classs...<br />so when i got back home i got glares n they treated me as if i had committed zina n was bout to be stoned to death...n to think all i did was to go to lums n come back to ma fuckin HOME. wish i would have done more than attend ma classs...guess i can imagine why ppl do drugs n indulge emselves...cos u have to escape to another level...where u are freeee n happy n as freee as a bird something u cant do in ure daily sucky lives...<br />naturally ma mom wanted the keys of the house n mulish as i am i refused which is the first instinct of a stubborn ass...well i am one...but wht sucked was tht ma mom doesnt talk to me for like two weeks n when she does shes askin for the fuckin keys...talk bout mechanized lives...n then ma ever domineering n protective dad came over n he forbade me to not address ma mom like tht n in the process i picked up a fight with the two of emmm...n guesss there i was bein threatened with dire consequences but i dont care nemore cos i dont have nething to look forward to...to top it offf was Zahra...i gave her nething a gurl could ask of her guy...i was there for her...n in the end she just left cos she couldnt ever tell her parents tht she had been cheatin behind their backs...ma bad ma bad for bein so fuckin naive...<br />n tht was tht i was supposed to have a midterm today but who cared wht the fuck became of me..for all i know ive always have had confrontations right before ma exams...guess they love screwin me over...n there i was sittin there hapless not knowin whether to laugh or cry so i did both of em just in case...<br />n tht was yesterday...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13840329-111935707091276077?l=dasteescene.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hasan Sulemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02181545997112888308noreply@blogger.com1