Uncomfortably Numb

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) .........

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 ک

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

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

When you were a child Every sight wondrous Every sound marvellous Every new day joyous On along the way you lost Sweet happiness naive Innocence That Something irreplaceable The inner light so incredible A love too unconditional Eyes closed in mother's lap fragile visage indestructible Nothing felt impossible Embrace of a father lifting a child feeling low Reassuring and sublime There for him all the time Still can hear those prayers That were meant for you As you lay down at night Mother's arm pillow just right Instilled with love & affection Values & virtues live on The sum of all nurture when love becomes nature

My New Blogpost: Uncomfortably Numb: Hymn of a Callous Heart #poem #Video #Visual Visit my blog: https://t.co/SvndAryXhK pic.twitter.com/lIziE6HojX — Naeem Ahmad Sabir (@cybegeek) July 12, 2017 Tell me what do you see Look deep into your soul Do you feel pain like me As if you're just not whole With every breath that you take You're confronted with an ache Whispers howl in the sleepless night In your mind ghosts of the past fight Refuge you cannot find or solace Tis your heart thats become callous Close your eyes when you see cruelty Cover your ears and deny apathy Heartless cruel and superficial insatiable undignified & artificial Forgetting purpose you stray afar Desires guide you to the altar Love is the sacrifice you make How many hearts did you break In the end nothing lasts forever More pain for you to discover

I don't like to be alone with my thoughts, rather drown in the white noise. Regrets longing love and hatred in a single thread, what a tangled mess, some happiness. Despair agony betrayal misery that's the way things used to be, even though time has gone full speed, wish I could set myself free. What of those who were there for a moment and then lost, what of those who were there for you. Reliving a memory that sweet haunting melody, a cry for help, help me almighty, my heart only you can see, empty. I don't even know what these tears are for, of a memory of agony? Nothing left but that, a memory... how can I let it go, It's not that I'm not greatful for what I have now, it's all I ever wanted, beautiful.... It's the past that haunts me, it's that untold story which kills me, it's like a shroud of darkness that covers everything that I ever held dear, everything that mattered to me, becomes untrustworthy, was it real or everything a deception? W