Once upon a time There was a place Where everyone used to feel free and safe It was called paradise on earth But few hypocrites ruined its name And turned it into the deadliest place Where a human life had no worth Those who tried to raise their voices system changed their fate Trusts were betrayed Dreams were murdered bloodshed on every road Hands full of blood Guns in their hand Feelingless hearts and Meaningless life. Helpless souls with tears in their eyes Madly Begging for their lives. If this is how heaven looks like Then i wonder how dangerous hell may look like.
Kaisi yeh duniya Yaha darr darr ke jeena Apne ghamon ko seena Baat baat pe tokna Kuch karne se rokna Mazhab pe dange Zaat paat ke pange Baatoon ko gumana Sach ko chupana Bure ko hi humesha acha dikhana Fareb hi fareb sab hai karte Yaha apne hi apnon se hai darte Matlabi yeh duniya Yaha sab ko paisa hi hai dikhta Jhoot hi jhoot har jaga hai bikta. Sifarishon ka silsila har jaga hai chalta Itna padh kar yaha kuch nahi hai milta Lakhon mein har jaga degreeya hai bikti Yeh fareb ki duniya hai Yaha mehnat kisi ko nahi hai dikhti.
Clavis: Ensorcell: To enchant or fascinate someone. Afreet: A powerful jinn or demon in Arabian & muslim mythology. Nacarat:A bright red-orange colour. Obnubilate: To darken, dim or obscure something. Cacoethes: An urge to do something inadvisable, a mania.
Peaking through the nightfall, a bird is being caged. Emptied bowls of guiltless deeds, juxtapose the reason of living. Rustic smell of debris from the past living, swell the nostrils of new opportunities. Manipulating broken appliances, dull the facets of closure. Tuning in the same rhythms, rebounce the noice of yesteryear. Framing mosaic of ghost companion, dislocate the remedies of healing. Organized notions of settling, refuse to lead the way ahead. Dismantled sound of vacuum cleaner, tightens the grip on self believing. Pastel curtains on shield window, commute to a universe of sustainability. Stained doormat on the shunned pavement, awaits for a view of new wisdom.
It was not just painful but damaging also when I lost you.... It wasn't me sitting down on a couch surrounded by my friends as we watched movies and ate food to try and forget you. It was me staying up at four in the morning because the thought of you was so strong I couldn't even close my eyes without seeing your face. It was me swallowing thickly and blinking back tears every time I was in public, the hole in my chest causing my breaths to come out shaky rather than normal. It was me laughing at things for no reason as my stomach turned because the urge of falling apart was getting stronger. It was me crying at random hours during the day and me not wanting to get up out of bed. It wasn't just me staring blankly at your number, deciding whether or not if I should call you. It was me throwing my phone at the wall and breaking it, because I was effected again and the thought of you ever changing your information terrified me. It was me deleting our conversations and regretting it because now I couldn't know where we had went wrong. It hurt, losing you had hurt and I wasn't ever able to forget that kind of pain. And it's damaging like a slow poison .