nature or us....

and the war is over now...
or so they proclaim...
suddenly humans dont appear humane...
their skulls ought to be harnessed...
then what is a revolution...
what about the french and the industrial revolution???...
was there ever a revolution?
ever justice?
ever humanity?
religious days aren't sanctimonious but are rather opportunities to terrorise...
why the militia?
why the tyranny?
why the stand-offs?
why the genocides?
ever wondered what suffocation feels like?
hold you breath...
you would know what it belies...
where are the choices?
where are the finer facets?
war games...
war music...
war war war...
when will we be civil?
will we be civil?
there is mayhem...
uproar...
chaos...
why do i write?
am i escaping from myself?
am i justifying my actions?
am i relaying the message that somewhere down the lane i cared?
i cared?
i was so busy growing up...
i never knew i did...
but i do?
where are the sweet folk lores?
why did our grannies lie to us?
why were they detracting us from the injustices and the gory reality?
everyone around me seems to be detonating...
some for moralistic reasons...
some for holistic causes...
some for the mayhem...
some roadies who want it out?
some bourgeois....
some femme fatale...
the moral of the story is...
there is no moral...
our love is polluted...
and so are our riverines...
and the sea bed...
the grotesque churning of life is relaying destruction...
to all quarters...
be it the Arctic glaciers...
or the Amazon jungle...
The river Nile...
or the Sahara...
who are the enemies?
nature or us?
i don't smell...
i don't hear...
i don't see...
i don't feel...
then what are we doing?
what are the politicians lobbying...
or are we too busy to notice?
personal vandettas...
personal glory...
agendas which reek of power...
is sports the answer for injustices...
Ahhh well sir...
while we kill...
while we loot...
while we plunder...
why we create mayhem...
you, stupid as you are...
you chose us...
smirks...
you watch...
be it football...
be it cricket...
be it wrestling...
gosh how we love it...
secretly...
somewhere within...
the animal smiles...
pregnant pause...
and back...
humanity restored...
look around...
wonder why...
we can live a life that's just about never satisfied...
who's side are you on...
ohh i forgot...
you aren't important enough...
even the water boy vacancy is taken by some opportunist...
so...
in essence...
you lose some...
you win some...
then why are the losers us?
global warming makes me laugh...
when we have destroyed and plundered mother earth...
we want to restore her sanctity...
are you for real?
HUH!!!
now you remember...
now that your political power is all but extinct...
suddently the green house gases gain a new perspective...
or were you too lazy to notice...
we are criminals...
inside out...
but there are some...
who still make those dreams happen...
like our parents...
their roles alter...
but they continue to provide...
continue to support...
and yet...
sometimes our own immortals...
our heroes...
committ to acts...
which we don't expect...
so where does it begin...?
in our own backyards...
horrifying...
yet true...
the change...
the transition...
the institution...
they are figments of our imagination...
our fantasies...
but...
someone somewhere and sometime real soon...
has to rise...
and will...
from within us...
to allay and assuage our fears...
time to step it up...
time to let go of the tranquilizers...
and find peace from within...
sacrifice...
initiate...
pioneer...
and then...
the cycle will churn...
not depotism...
but rather...
life will churn life...
flowers will blossom...
ice will form...
our souls will return...
someday...
someday indeed...

the unsung ones...

Ever 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).
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.
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...
you still end up feeling incomplete for no obvious reason...
when you desire something more than the obvious...
i feel that we need to voice our opinions...
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.
i don't really know how much sense i make...
Ever known what it feels like to wait...
and wait...
and wait...
STILL WAITING...!!!
transition can sometimes be like that...
times when it leads you on...
it's like switching on and off...
on and off...
on and off...
ahhhhhh the monotony...
it's like being taken advantage of... :) i mean it...
ironic as it may sound, i can be so funny in real life, laugh, pull up my socks and a straight face...
never letting my defences drop...
and yet...
here...
i can't seem to act...
so much has been going on...
where do i begin?
what do i say?
do i talk about the poverty around me?
the inequality?
the brawls?
how many people lose their lives everyday in the just name of 'terrorism'?
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???
Or are we squandered of our rights everyday?
Do i write about religious extremism?
The uncouth incidents occuring in the sanctimonious month of muharram...
Do i quote the democrats and their chichi ways...or their hypocrisy?
Is Iran that bad?
How important is 'Big Brother' for all of us?
Since when has Shilpa Shetty been the representative of the Indian people the world over?
Who's worse?
Saddam or Bush?
Is bad someone who is weak enough to cede in?
Or is he someone who was too stupid for their own good?
Or are they people who are dumb enough to get caught? Or even piss their seniors...
Where is humanity?
When i look around...
everything...
every banner...
every facet of life reeks of materialism...
the billboards proclaim it...
and so does the rest of the media...
who are the moguls???
Not the aristocrats...
when was the last time you heard of Plato or Aristotle...
ahhhh well Donald Trump is quite a household name though...
how moralistic are these people...
and then there is war...
all around us...
everyday of our lives...
a constant strife...
the streets are not safe...
little children do not know outdoors anymore...
there are villains who are deadlier than any vampire could ever be...
where did all those heroes go?
Diana died...
So did Mother Teresa...
who do we eulogize about?
and yet inroads have been achieved...
A female president for USA?
Equality for women?
Equal participation?
Economic sanctity?
and then i smile...
more blasts...
sometimes in the neighbourhood...
Sometimes in Baghdad...
Sometimes in Damascus...
Sometimes in Beirut...
muslims annihilated...
and you sit...
and you sit...
and you sit...
innocense lost...
i'm pulverized...
how long do i wait?
was life really about personal endeavours?
then what about rising to the occassion and standing up for what you believed in?
where did all the souls run off to?
Since when was money the official representative of our societies?
and yet there aree people...
who lay their lives for others...
people who cross borders...
war correspondents...
UN workers...
humanitarian workers...
Red Cross...
NGO's fulfilling the needs of aids victims...
acid burn victims...
people who create trusts and grants for such beings...
aren't those the heroes of today...
the unsung heroes...
they need not stand in the line of fire...
and yet they do...
they are greater than all of us...
bigger than thou...
and i keep smiling...
for i know...
that tomorrow...
when i wake up...
and if i am lucky...
i might meet someone...
whom i'd cherish forever...
and i go on...
smiling all the way...
innocense restored...

to light...

this goes out to lost creativity...
lost in translation...
there were days...
when i felt lost...
when i felt plundered and looted...
when nothing seemed to go right...
there was darkness...
there was misery...
devil befriended me...
there was no right or wrong...
there was pain...
there was suffering...
transfixed faces...
laden with antagonism...
deathly eyes...
failed dreams...
quite an addition to the failed states...
which massacred humanity...
instead of the vigilante...
they were the murderers...
the villains...
but then...
all is not lost...
where there was Bush...
there was Clinton...
where there was Hitler...
there was Gandhi...
and yet what goes around, comes around...
this is the story of the children of the world...
this is a story of the humanity yet to come...
this is for their struggle...
this is to all the women around the world...
persecuted and raped...
this is to mothers, quite used to witnessing the bloodshed of their sons...
this is to daughters, who knew not who a father figure really was...
this is to all those orphans, all those beleagured beings...
this is to humanity...
to man...
to rise...
to procrastinate...
to bow...
to pray...

i am back...
to voice...
to air...
to investigate...
and to address...
not those around me...
but my own intellect and faculties which beckon me...
thus where there is darkness there WILL be light...

changes...

treading on those paths...
those less travelled roads...
those mad dashes...
the soporific moments...
the souls are wrapped...
visions are disshevelled...
the signs are faulty...
pandemonium...
strangers are relatives...
relatives are strangers...
loved ones are shot at...
enemies are embraced...
souls are cast away...
there is plundering...
all is lost...
once there was love...
there was happiness...
civilization...
bonvoyage...
cast a glance...
not a menacing one...
neither a predatory one...
neither a hallucinating glance...
a pure glance...
of concern and love...
feel the pain and anguish...
the plight and misery...
at the charred souls...
of those woe begone times...
and feel...
but then...
you can't feel...
distances are breached...
lines are drawns...
borders are etched...
barriers are erected...
the clique make the calls...
the dummies carry them out...
never knowing what they do...
they just do...
today humans are more disgruntled than ever before...
the pope doesn't make sense...
neither do the clerics...
BUSH certainly doesn't...
who wins...
who loses...
what do we know???
those headlines are everyday news...
she was raped...
he was killed...
mutilated bodies...
scars...
anguish...
lust...
but...
there was Martin Luther King and Mother Teresa...
there was Prophet Muhammad and there was Moses...
voices of change...
either live it...
or be the change...
somewhere...
there is a destiny...
marked for you...
stand up for your beliefs...
and one day...
you will be...
not a mere mortal...
but beyond...
nowhere near cloud number nine...
but beyond it...

and during all this time...
i feel that i just gave myself a reality check...
a wee bit of me...
and it feels good...
the air feels lighter...
it has begun...

back...

...who thought...
who laughed???
who played???
who prayed???
who propagated???
who instigated???
we sat there....
mere puppets...
such hatred...
such canny yearnings...
i knew not...
knew not about lust...
knew not about needs...
there were times when the tunnel did not reveal what lay ahead...
mysterious skies...
meandering rivulets...
nothing...
darkness...
all remnants of civilization hath been lost...
souls hath been sent to the gallows...
morals were subjected to the guillotines...
when there were no humans...
how could you talk about humanity???
how could you address bringing reforms???
HOW???
you could plunder and loot...
you could kill without looking back...
and yet
such hypocrisy...
such tumult...
such injustice...
there are times when all is lost...
in literal ways...
in figurative ways...
and yet...
something deep down inspires us to go on...
to face our worst nightmares...
to subject ourselves to pain and torture...
torture aint the marks of cigarette burns...
it's more than that...
sometimes seeing aint believing...
sometimes your worst enemy is your truest friend...
sometimes the most meaningless occurences start making sense...
sometimes you can just point towards the bigger picture...
higher ground...
looking out for a way that you thought you could never find...
there are countless roads ahead of us...
and numerous choices to be made...
life is a game...
play it while you last...

sometimes...
a smile can say it all...
doesn't it???

to careless people...

this goes out to my careless ways...
listen up morons...
i shall recapture my senses...
and be back with not a BANG...
but a ZANG...
:)

miracles...

sometimes you are let down...
sometimes you let down...
sometimes you bow...
sometimes you are forced to...
there are times when you are made to feel like an alien...
times when you feel like you are a total mismatch socially...
there are times when nothing seems to make sense...
times when you lose meanings...
you see...
and yet your blind...
when strangers seem to know better...
your lost...
your a victim...
you seek...
and your trampled upon...
you bleed and they frown upon you...
you seek and they think you have gone berserk...
you align your faculties and they imagine you to be a terrorist...
i know misery...
i know misfortune...
i know alacrity of dreams...
i know vangeance...
i know blood...
i know fury...
i know loneliness...
i know hatred...
i know love...
i know it...
and yet...
deep deep down...
its all amiss...
i dont feel it...
i dont see it...
i dont want it...
i dont like it...
but whenever there is a will there will always be a way carved out for you...
whenever your a lost soul...
you will stumble across someone whom you thought you would never meet...
when you lose your spirit...
there are more avenues than you thought there actually were...
always know this...
know that you are a mortal...
always know that you are valuable...
always know that you are as good as them...
know this that your a miracle...
very much alive...
everyday of your existence...
every breath...
is a walking salutation of His Greatness...
the tough times seem to dawn on you...
and yet never lose faith..
that will...
that urgency...
and i know...
that...
you would sparkle...
in the murky world...
i will go...
no matter what it takes...

this is for all those times when we think we dont have it in us...
because know this...
WE ALL DO...

coming back to you...

sometimes your heroes allay you...
sometimes your idols stray...
your angels sin...
your fantasies collide...
sometimes rain hollers...
sometimes humans cheat...
sometimes mammals torment...
the earthly creatures tamper around...
the mountains smoky one moment are cloudy and sunken the next...
the plains tranform into deserts...
deserts alter their topology...
and yet...
yet...
You are there...
in the skies...
beyond our wildest dreams...
all praise be upon You...
You shine so bright...
You neve cease to fascinate me...
You never distrust...
always up for second chances...
the axis may cease to rotate...
the momentum may be lost...
the lifecycle maybe pranced upon...
and yet...
i would know...
know that You would save the day...
why turn to mortal heroes...
i still got You...

Winter in July

alone...
restless...
bruised...
battered...
helpless...
forsaken...
and yet...
this song leads me on...

Look around, wonder why,
We can live a life thats never satisfied,
Lonely hearts, troubled minds,
Looking for a way that we can never find,

Many roads are ahead of us,
With choices to be made,
But life's just one of the games we play,
There is no special way.
Make he best of whats given you
Everything will come in time
Why deny yourself,
Dont just let life pass you by like winter in July

Futrue dreams can never last,
When you find youself stil liveing in the past.
Keep moving on to higher ground,
Looking for the way you thought could not be found,

We many not know the reason why,
We're born into this world,
Where a man only lives to die,
His story left untold.
Make he best of whats given you,
Everything will come in time,
Why deny yourself,
Dont just let life pass you by,
Like winter in July.

We many not know the reason why
We're born into this world,
Where a man only lives to die,
His story left untold.
Make he best of whats given you,
Everything will come in time
Why deny yourself,
Dont just let life pass you by
Like winter in July.

Sarah Brightman...
i love you

a new day hath come...

the magic of the morning sinks in...
earth has made peace with mankind...
human body is wonderland and nothing less than a miracle...
we inhibit it...
we evolve in it...
and yet we are ignorant...
hasnt it happened to you...
when you are dead tired and all you want to do is lie down and sleep...
and yet something holds you back...
and you end up staying awake for the entire duration of the night...
only to find that morning offers refuge from the night...
same goes for eating pangs...
here i am...
surrounded by beauty...
there are times when i thank God...
for the palpatations of my heart...
the sweat on my forehead...
the tickling in the spine...
the numbness in my muscles...
every breath that goes in...
and every time my eyes snap...
everytime i weave motions and my hands obey...
everytime i sent my brain a command...
and a journey ensued...
the journey of life...
the journey for life...
the journey to life...
i dont know who i am...
i dont know what i do...
i dont know why i do so...
i dont know what makes me do so...
and yet deep deep down...
i dont feel incomplete...
every occurence gives me security...
every event makes me steadfast...
i believe...
i commandeth...
i sit...
i proclaim...
i bestow...
and i cry...
dusk approaches...
birds chirp...
the spell withers away...
there is stirring...
there is motion...
there is mayhem...
but a very peaceful one...
there are no announcements...
and there is no friction...
harmony...
hath come at last...
for a new day hath come...

sweet voices...

where have you been all this time???
will you be there?
will i get a chance to lay my eyes on you?
a chance to say hello...?
will i get a chance to hold your hands?
a chance to look in those emerald eyes...?
will i get a chance to search your soul?
a chance to devour your breath...?
will i ever fall in love?
and will u be the one for me..?
will i ever really belong?
when you belong somewhere else?
will our worlds intersect?
when we aren't in the same galaxies?
will i ever smell?
will i ever know?


*voices in the head*

the raindrops...

a bloom...
the fertility boom...
the thundering rains...
the jittery children...
mindboggling weather changes...
and yet the cycle continues...
the wheel hath been carved to revolve...
the currents are never stemmed...
the magic weaver continues to weave...
the dream maker casts the dreams...
there are hopes...
there are aspirations...
there is trust...
there is faith...
somewhere amidst the dark...
dawn threatens to break through the night...
stars seem to smile...
their souls sing...
sing to the mothernature...
sing to life...
sing to existence...
sing to peace...
the pattering continues...
the raindrops continue to cleanse...
what our churches, synanogues, mosques, temples couldn't do...
this rain does...
there is harmony...
mankind stands united...
souls entwine...
new bonds are made...
old ones called upon...
the rain continues to pour...
mother earth continues to blossom...
and tomorrow...
there will be...
new quests...
new aspirations...
new hopes...
the workshops will resume work...
for tomorrow...
there will be chaos...
there will be war...
there will be mayhem...
but deep down inside...
there will be bonds...
there will be trust...
for life is beautiful...
every word that has been uttered is valuable...
our existence is meaningful...
live...
LIVE!!!...
live?...
LIVEEEEEEEEEE...
for tomorrow will bring new meanings...
newer goals...
so live it while it lasts...

basically...

it 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...
more on that tonight...

life as we know it...

the pained expressions...
eyes belying the arrogance...
defeated gaits...
swollen eyes...
ruffled hair...
sometimes even "gods" can take a fall...
our idols can look lacklustre at best...
there are times when you can pity your sagging enemy...
when you can feel the torment...
the disgust...
the loss of pride and respect...
when the act of surrender and submission is made to look sinful...
when your soul hath been scorned upon and scorched...
who are the heroes?
who are the greats?
who will guide us...
who will motivate us...
we all need icons...
symbolic as they may be...
but we do nonetheless...
just like we need stickers on our cars...
to make a statement...
to show our allegiences...
but why?
are we really all that?
just that...?
that...?
THAT!!!...
is that all we will ever be...
i feel that life aint about winning or losing...
that glory aint the trophy...
glory is the experience...
glory is being THERE...
glory is loving what you do...
glory is LIFE...
with all its intricasies and pain...
glory is when a special kid is raised up as normal...
glory is when a heart donor gives life to you at his cost...
glory is making a difference...
no brawny trophies could ever be all that...
i know...
i really do...
i feel i do...
i thought i did...
life is truly beautiful...
life is about finding your own meanings...
interpreting your own incidents...
striving for meanings...
deciphering the cryptic codes...
inferring from them and never letting go..
to never say die...
to believe in yourself...
life...
will then turn to you...
and give you beyond your wildest expectations...
learn to believe in it...
co peacefully coexist...
and one day you too will have your hands full...
till that day...
LET THE ROLLERCOASTER BEGIN...

P.S im listening to Abba's Winner takes it all...
and i know there arent no losers...
we deem ourselves that...
we show others how weak we are...
we degrade ourselves...
let our alters be strong...
let our principles be irreconciliable...
i dont know if that is a word...
duty calls...
macro two here i cometh...

life will...

trance connects...
the sun shines in all its glory...
the fags are lightened...
the engines are revved...
the taps ooze the liquid of life...
there is mayhem...
there is chaos...
there is pain...
there is glory...
the trains whizz by...
the planes sneak by...
passengers head to their destinations...
there is a vibrancy in the air...
something about the whole scenario...
the world is abuzzz with the news of yet more bombings...
yet more lives lost for unknown causes...
today we are more lost than we have ever been...
lost in our thoughts...
lost in our minds...
the mercurial passages hath been blocked...
today we seek meanings...
but all we do is cover ourselves in yet more complex layers of our existence...
we seek power...
we pursue gains...
any will do...
there are newborns...
some distance away...
there are morgues...
there is hue and cry of joy...
and there are cries of the orphaned and the widowed...
this to me is life...
its shining so bright...
and yet deep deep down...
its crying its heart out...
but we hath buried ourselves in our own glory...
we DA MAN...
the invincibles...
we shall trod...
we shall be...
but who are we...
we shall never know...

sometimes...
just hold a hand...
just touch a life...
just glimpse with love...
just reach out...
appreciate...
love...
one life...
dont just live it...
be the life...
give life...
cherish life...
and somewhere down the lane...
LIFE will find you...

...to...

and so the saga raged on...
the bloodbaths...
the stench of death...
the cry of an orphan...
the pleads of young widows...
fell on deaf years...
there were no longer heroes to look upto...
the big bad wolves were no more...
man had assumed that role...
the little red riding hoods of the world were insecure as never before...
freedom did not come at a price...
it failed to turn up...
there was pain and anguish...
there were hungry malnourished mouths...
there was chaos...
and yet...
somewhere...
deep deep down...
there was a lingering hope...
a niche...
sensitive and pure...
a faint shimmer...
the outlines of a faint glow...
the beginning of a new era...
the ushering of the new age...
of vibrancy and stoicism...

there are times in our lives when the little occurences find new meanings...
when we start thanking our stars for all the good things that have happened...
and for all those bad things that never happened...
sometimes its good enough to thank...
thank...
your Lord...
your mentor...
your idols...
your peers...
it takes a single thought...
just a thought...
to make this place just a little better...
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...
this goes out to all those...
who had faith...
who stuck to their beliefs...
and who never faltered...
for PERSEVERANCE COMMANDETH SUCCESS...
sigh...
let the new dawn begin...

...if only they knew...

the ban hath been lifted...
the masses hath triumphed...
the processions marched ahoy...
there were festivities...
there were feasts...
but what there wasnt...
was the gloom...
the realisation of times...
of moments...
of instances...
of an era...
which hath deserted them...
though they were the deserters...
the era had moved on...
the civilization stood there...
basking in glory...
proud and obstinate...
but what no one knew...
was that...
the victors werent the rulers...
and the beggars werent the oppressed...
the tides had turned...
if only they knew...
if only...

...the anthem...

Hasan 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...
UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
Summersssssssssssssssssss...
HELPPPPPPPPPPPP...

...he lived or did he?...

this goes out to moments...
moments...
MOMENTS!!!
some sad...
some bad...
times which made you cry...
moments shared...
times when you were hugged for no reason...
times when someone you love snuggled close...
times when you walked alone...
times when the rain pattered on your head...
times when your hair was caressed by the wind...
when tiny raindrops whispered in your ears...
times when you journeyed alone...
when the tarmac looked so gloomy...
when a house lay deserted...
when a loved one went away in your arms...forever...
memories can be painful...
memories can be refreshing...
memories can make us nauseous...
but know this...
you lived them...
you were a part of history...
the frame with your photo will be cherished...
will be frowned upon...
will be flaunted...
will be framed...
but...
you lived it...
through a picture...
a frame...
a moment...
a knot...
a nuptial...
a book...
you did...
and if you did...
then you are lucky...
that you had lived...

the nauseating pangs...

sometimes you burnout...
other times you fade way...
sometimes you just move along...
while there are times when you are stuck in the middle of nowhere...
you want to find meanings...
you want to make sense...
you seek to find...
sometimes its hidden in the gospels...
sometimes its hidden in our own lives...
sometimes all we need is to reach out...
how the little things in life can be so complicated...
how achievements can sometimes be undermined...
i feel that we should enjoy every moment...
seal it forever...
by doing something worthwhile...
something...
which arouses our instincts...
our soul...
which instigates us...
which crushes us...
which burns like a wild fire...
sometimes it can be an uncanny inspiration from someone whos always been your foe...
or someone whom u have looked upto and yet they have always let you down...
it can come from someone whom u thought neve knew you...
love can come from the bleakest corners...
and yet it can inspire you...
to change yourself...
to care for yourself...
because...
these waves of change will travel...
and we may end up benefiting a soul...
touching another life...
making a difference...
every emotion counts...
the journey has begun...