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The Obituary of Sanity

Future generations will surely look at this time and wonder what was the reason behind the missed opportunity. Why did the humans of this time squander and plunder every natural resource they could find. Why didn't they realise that by poisoning the earth they were in fact poising themselves. Why with all the freedom to build, to nurture, we choose war & destruction. I certainly don't have all the answers and I sincerely believe that no one else has either, if we had, human kind would have long changed its ways.
What a wasted opportunity though, all that intellect and potential serving only petty desires of wealth and conquest. Look around you, every act of suffering inflicted on another human being is by a human being. Every injustice, every atrocity, every act of insane violence, is self inflicted as if the human kind is hell bent on self annihilation.
The divide has never been clearer. Every corner of the earth, walls are being erected. Walls of intolerance, of hatred…

Retrospect. Introspect.

How can you go about censuring others when you might be guilty of the same.  How quickly we become the Judge and the executioners.

A mystic once said, that nothing ever had him dumbfounded but a woman who had a tray in her hands, it was covered with a cloth. He asked her what was in it and she said, why would I have covered it if I wanted this to be known? That was an epiphany which made the mystic really ashamed. This is not just a saying, its a lesson of a life time, that if something is hidden, or you come to know about a wrong doing, don't try to uncover or spread it to others.

Don't try to look under the masks we all wear, even if you are certain that the there is something dreadful. If someone has respected you this much that he has presented his best face to you, the least we can do is to accept it.

Everyone has demons in their closets which they hide from even themselves. May Allah keep concealing our sins in this world & the next, for if we knew about each other,…

Shadow Play

Fake piety, wearing robes of decay You stand there speaking of dismay
False words, with the tune to sway To fill up the coffers thats so easy
You act so precious so every cliché What are you a man made of clay
Flaunt excess, revel in shadow play Forget the dust waiting to repay 
Makes no distinction for majesty Forsaken are those with no humility

The Ootpatang mind of Mr. Finn

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First a heads up the following post is in the "Minglish" language and no wild "relative or friend"  was harmed during the writing of this post. Ok.

 Well there are many things happening all around and to tell the truth I don't really want to comment on anything. But. Malala is here and the expected frenzy of the stupids on twitter and real life... Im really glad that she could visit her homeland and not at all amazed at the sheer stupidity of the folks of her homeland ...

There was a time when one could have hope in this place, no more. The decay of this society has taken its toll and now we are left with brainless mush. Gosh I really sound  like a grumpy old man with a Kubb...

So I know this guy who recently got something awarded to him, see the problem is that this guy already has that thing and there were so many others that needed or deserved what was rewarded, and you know how he got it, yes that ... the "chukking" of (Bleep)......... " Tact…

ہمارے سجن ہمارے اپنے

ہمارے سجن ہمارے اپنے!
ہم لوگ ایک دوسرے کے دوست ،رشتہ دار، خیر خواہ ۔شاید یہ سب خام خیالی ہی ہے۔ کیونکہ جب بھی انسان کو قریب سے دیکھنے کا موقع ملا کہیں نہ کہیں خود غرضی ہی نظر آئی۔  مقابلہ تو ہم کرتے ہی ہیں ۔ اسکے پاس یہ ہےتو میرے پاس یہ ذیادہ بہتر ہے۔ لیکن مجھے جو بات سب سے ذیادہ تکلیف دیتی ہے وہ یہ کہ جب لوگ (شایداپنے) جھوٹ بولتے ہیں اور ہم سب کچھ جانتے ہوئے بھی ان کو وہ کرنے دیتے ہیں جو وہ چاہتے ہیں۔ مجھے تکلیف ہوتی ہے جب لوگوں کے ”معصوم“ سوال بظاہر اتفاقی ہوتے ہیں لیکن جب یہ اتفاق ایک ہی طرح کے حالات میں بار بار ہوں تو وہ اتفاق نہیں بلکہ منصوبہ بند ی کی نشاندہی کرتے ہیں۔ انسان سوچنے لگتا ہے آخر کیوں ۔۔۔ اسنے ان کا کیا بگاڑا ہے جو ان کو جھوٹ اور فریب کا سہارا لینا  پڑا ۔
دل تو یہی کہتا ہے کہ تم جن لوگوں کو اپنا سجن سمجھ بیٹھے تھے وہ کبھی تھے ہی نہیں۔ اور اب جب انسان اپنے ماضی کی طرف دیکھتاہے تو اسے  یقین ہوتا جاتاہے کہ ان لوگوں نے کبھی بھی اسکا ساتھ نہیں دیا۔ تب بھی جب اس نے ان سے مدد مانگی اور تب بھی جب وہ دکھ کی انتہائی گہرائیوں میں تھا۔ تو اب کیسے دینگے۔جو لوگ دوسروں کا دکھ می…

Qissa Civic Sense aur Common Road Courtesy ka

There is a thing called common road courtesy jo ke Humaray sheher ke logon ke Kareeb se bhi nahin phatki... Jinan no nank ponjhan di tameez nahin unhan noo Honda city de diti...

Poori road ke centre main Aisay jatay hain Jesay road ka tender notice inkay Abu ji ki behind se nikla tha....

Awal to koyee road bachi nahin sawaye "shahrahay dastoor" ke... Baki jo road numa chezain hain unpe rakhsha walon nay dibs li hoyee hain aur baki jo jaga khali Bach gaye usper ab rerhi bhi na khari karen... Road bhalla hoti kis liyay hay?

Aur wallah kia genius ke bachay waldain hain jo Apnay 12 saal ke bachay ko motor bike de detay hain aur Unki mama apni poori 200ft kay gheray ke saath peechay bhi Bethi hoti hay... Matlab akathay marain ge... Beta 😏

Woh jo naye girls college wali road hey na Uspay koyee speed breaker nahin Wahan se Micheal shumaker ke bachay Rickshaw driver Aisay guzartay hain jitni speed main Aap tab gari chalatay hain jab bohat zor ka washroom aya hoo...

Koyee baat nahi…

Reveries of the soul

Deep inside this beating heart
a lingering pain tears apart

kept from the world secluded
undisclosed remorse alluded

perhaps memory streams
forgotten hopes & dreams

perhaps tears which shared
face with the pillow screams

this remains of what was lost
heart paying the truth’s cost

every breath a reminding ache
times of anguish & heartbreak

shattered pieces of my soul
the words written in scroll

the truth, no one will know
for I would never let it show

this, the eternal anguish
is my continual languish