Passion

Inspired from a painting by a well-known Pakistani painter, Jimmy Engineer:

The painting struck me as a message, as an indication, that I need to write about this. I need to capture the essence of what I see, when I look at this painting. It has that quality of forever engaging you in a conversation in your mind, a thought process initiates without you knowing it. Hence, the poetry - after a long time :)

Passion

Jarred breaths, and a puff of cold air
Silent mornings, with no substance but shame
Shame to know nothing; nothing at all.
And the cold keeps creeping in.

And it's just a spark!

Edit: To all those not concerned, please ignore this :) :P

It's not a great deal. It's not even important maybe, but just sometimes, you think to yourself: one little act of kindness, of giving special treatment to someone can mean a lot. Even if it does not strike as meaningful to the person you are doing it for, it still leaves a mark. It signifies that you value the little 'gille-shikway' people have from you. Even if they are joking about it. It can make my day. Because I did something out of the ordinary. So that is why. Here goes to you:

"And I probably just pierced a literary discussion with biological shit."
[Says Deeja, when she mentioned a biological term right in the middle of an intense literary-analysis-session]

~ I just want everyone to be happy :-D

A Million Waterfalls

Striking images hit when  a moment is felt. And then a story evolves from the image. A series of tales and emotions that are built up in the mind. Structured and said so, because the heart wants it to. Nothing real in actuality, but just that the heart wants it to be so.

A Million Waterfalls

Bubbling little packets of light

Blowing up on my face

I twitch and blink my eyes

Adjust my views, to let you in

A transition; windows opened to let in the light

A sophisticated truth; known to many

Embraced and enjoyed, happily

Resolute stares

My footsteps on the sand

My glare onto the burgeoning water of the seas

Such composed tales of live and love

As the waves crash on my feet

I should start numbering the Spark Updates o.O

Hallo, everyone!

I haven't posted in a while (according to my posting-speed, that is). That may have been because I became emotionally drained after the last post. That made me happy and content, and so I stopped being sad and depressed, and that is when I write poems, mostly. So yeah :P
Anyhow. Here's to the awesome friends I have, who give me reason to smile/laugh/go hysterical until I start crying. Iloveyouguyssomuch :D
Keep these Sparks coming, because I need them. I do. :)

Never thought the Sparks would mean so much to me? They do :D I started them because I wanted to collect special moments, in which people said great/inspiring things to me/about me. Ab woh alag baat hai tum logon ne isko itna funny bana dia hai :P But I like it this way too. Its awesome :D

Acha jee, this time, the *gulcharras* will be up first :P Here you go:

"Hamzah Jamil Ch: No more dry browniness, my people! Hamzah Jamil Ch is coming to rescue you !
Maheen: Haye that sounds just like Saima Choudhry. You're the Saima Choudhry of Food!"
[Conversation between Hamzah and Maheen over the dry brownies served in the Roots cafeteria]

"FB ki simple chat abhi tak fix nahi hui tou Video call kesi hogi?"
[Says Knonie Dost, about Fb's new video-in-chat feature]

"A day isn't wasted if you manage to get a spark or two."
[Says Deeja]

"Me: Pata kaat dia hai mein ne B-)
Farrukh K. Jadoon: You cracked the twig!"

And let me just say this one more time :)

I've already exchanged farewell messages with you. Already said 'some' things that I wanted to say to you. I know we'll be in touch, and I know life will go on. But just because I like to appreciate people, and thank them when it matters, I will go ahead and do a blog-post on you :). Don't kill me :P

-thank you for the memories
-thank you for the laughter
-thank you for being there, in very hard times
-thank you for not being there sometimes, and making me realize important things (yeah, even not being there for me, worked in my favour :P)
-thank you for being so hilarious and witty (Rocket Launcher tops all jokes hands down, any day \m/ )
-thank you for being so intellectually sparky (If I remember correctly, you were one of the first few ones who earned a 'gulcharra' wala spark :D )
-thank you for being the Haseen Larka that you are :P
-thank you for the support
-thank you for being there in the numerous gatherings, classes, hang-outs in college, everywhere where it mattered :)
-thank you for the 'heavy baatein sessions' (still miss them direly, and I hope going to America won't stop them from happening)
-thank you for pulling jokes on me and everyone else :P
-thank you for helping me out with the university apps (this one deserves a special mention, because this part really means a lot to me, in a way I know only)
-thank you for being one of the very few 'intellectual' people I met in my two years in Roots, and for all its worth, don't you dare change that in any way
-thank you for making me realize that I have a place in this world
-thank you for inspiring/motivating me in ways I can't describe
-in short, thank you for being a friend. A really good one. You've given a lot of meaning to the time I spent with you guys :)

Keep in touch. Don't lose your sparki-ness, or individuality more importantly :)
Keep reading the Sparks :P (cuz, they'll remind you of us here, and everyone else.)
Also, I never got to see The Fireworks :P Booo you :P
Sorry, if this makes you sentimental and too emotional :P I can't help it :P
Love you ♥
Did I forget to name this phenomenal person? :')

Bilal Hussayn Asad
\m/


Edit: Since I know that you'll be reading this on your flight now, have a safe journey of whatever's left of it :P

A Picture that you took

Inspiration gathered from an actual picture, that has so much depth in it. So much emotion in it. Although it was a picture of nothing important. Nothing symbolic. Just a picture.

A Picture that you took

Little bursts of sunlight

Shots of blue, red and green

A picture so perfect, so heartening

It pains me too see it, through eyes not meant for me

Its a suggestion, a preposition

A feeling not meant for me

Yet I feel

Feel so achingly detached

From the whole sense of wonder

Feel so horribly aloof from the sense of amazement

Hardened feelings

Cemented walls that have been built around you

A peaceful conversation

Yet the minds wage war

A laugh, smile and handshake

Yet the heart is screaming

If only you knew

If only you cared.

Maybe you do
And maybe I don't care.

(9th July, 2011)

The Fictions - part III [Moonlight]

The Fictions - Part III [Moonlight]

Something haunting me
Trees bending over
Space created, flowers shrivel up
A cold breeze sweeps up, and in closes the summer hope

Up along the gravel pathway
Kicking stones sideways
Lashing bouts of hurt and memories biting the heart ruthlessly
Atrociously gnawing the exposed bares of the beaten desires

Waging war on the senseless wanderings
The henious designs of the figures in the streets
The harrowing pain, freaking miseries
A silent shrill and a harsh sound in the ears closing in

A surrender to your canvased summons

This could have been a part of the series titled "The Fictions" as well, because it is basically that. But I believe it needed a name of its own. An identity to be secluded from the rest. Because this one was written in a frenzy, and the words kept oozing out - I did not know this would turn out to be so beautiful. And so captivating.

A surrender to your canvased summons

Where you take me
A state
A fear is relegated; arms welcome me
An abode which is wished for me
A place ornamented for me
Kept for me, silenced

The winds blowing curtains
Showing things, wished for me
Kept for me, barricaded

The nightfall surprises me
Holds me, beaming smiles
And your courtesy

The Fictions: Part II

Something different :)

The Fictions - Part II

Here comes the sound of the cars
The men shouting, anger welling up
The swinging feelings from anxiousness to frustration
They want to see
But all they see is a dusty road

The cars keep rolling on the highway
The desert Sun; the shouts coming my way
There is still a distance between us
There is still a phase left to complete

I want the time to stop
To stretch the highway indefinitely between us
I want to delay the confrontation
But they're coming; stopping nowhere