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The Lost Chance

I for one have given up trying to present reason to everyone, for I know that words are useless at this wretched time, when a place loses rule of law and its upholders, it becomes a living hell, a prison for the sane, awoken by the nightmare as the state takes the first steps today towards the genocide of minorities. Confronted by the twisted priorities of my fellow inmates in this ideological prison, which once was Pakistan, now overrun by blood thirsty overlords that have hatred in their veins. Why couldn't anyone stop these men, the answer is so simple & in plain sight. Fear. Pakistanis have accepted their fate, they have accepted that these men, just few of them, have their dominion over us, to play with our blood, we have accepted that none of us is capable of standing up to them, just a few, who attack from the shadows, hiding behind hands of patronage from within us, it is the disease that has tainted our blood from within. We let it in, we nurtured it, and now it k

Crush

Listening to this sick beat takes me to another place to carefree days of youth a thought made my heart race oblivious of time and space searching for an embrace wanting to be loved for the first time in case so turn up the bass turn up the bass let me feel it again her state of grace making up those excuses for a visit to her place memories of the first crush one can never replace so turn up the bass turn up the bass let me feel it again her state of grace

I wish you knew

Murmurs echos aches forgotten comfort in the arms till dawn Lingering questions unanswered the inside screams when they speak Stories they make to tell the world burn more than acid on the heart For they paint a picture of a saint whitewashing the conceit & taint No, you tell lies while knowing all stood there in silence forever guilty So cruel to let the fire burn to cinder when could have stopped the spiral Perhaps the dead not need forgiveness reckoning for those fuming the flames In the end nothing remains of arrogance saw that when they lifted from the ground

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

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 o

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) .........