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I have a love/hate relationship with all things old, specially Indian songs, at one hand I love even the things I used to hate and succumb to nostalgia and turn that shit on and as soon as I turn it on I remember why I used to hate that shit at the first place... I guess it boils down to longing for carefree days and those old songs/movies bring back a faded memory something you could just grasp but it vanishes just before you can touch..  like the memory of the taste of your mother's Alo Ghosht and roti.. its there but just out of reach I hate going through this chain of thought cause ultimately me it makes me think of all the loved ones Ive lost along the way and also those relationships which went sour due to distance or time... being discarded by the ones that one cared for with ones life due to reasons... we all have our reasons. but it pains me to think about those who I loved dearly in my life and know in hindsight that I didn't have the same pl

When will you see

O mankind when will you see that the pain you inflict is on you and me The ones you make suffer from your wars and borders your own children you murder Why can't you hear their cries when they ache with hunger when a little child dies Why are your hearts made of stone to see and still not feel on the surface you condone The seeds of hatred you sow will come back for you with sirens of death in tow with no mercy in its eyes the past will haunt you when all turns to red in skies hearts will forget beating when stones become dust endless destruction repeating For there is still time to save that one child, that one mother from the hands that enslave From tyranny and from oppression from massacres from regrets humanity's fatal transgression

From the Sidelines

Happy to sit on the sidelines watching the world go by, for I cannot be anyone else other than my self. This race in which everyone is running... Does not interest me... For I never did like to follow... It seems it's a pill that I must swallow for I must give the appearance of compliance Cause that's what slaves do.

You don't own me

You don't own me when you preach justice your actions beg to differ different rules for you & me bleed it from every morsel makes living so extravagant while slaves do your bid all vile deeds neatly hid what is the truth must ask can see lies behind masks question becomes forbidden silence the one who asks high is the erected facade how low that dwell within wretched climb to the top the deserving get the nod for some a crisis of faith for some words of dissent it becomes hard to ignore forever a seeker's lament

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