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Here are two of my recent posts at Lahore Metblog

The sense; common

Most dangerous? Or most happening?

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All good things come to an end

I have often been asked ‘why do you write such dark and somber poetry?’... in other words ‘what is wrong with you?’... I usually have no solid answer for that, because... let’s face it... there is nothing extraordinarily wrong with me. I am indeed extraordinarily blessed... and thank God for that. With blessings, come responsibility, I am aware of that too...

So why write somber poetry? To complicate things, sometimes I write very funny prose too... senseless, carefree, absolutely non-serious humor. And that gets published in leading magazines. Maybe its one way of balancing things out. Gloomy poetry and funny prose...

In the nutshell, I am an odd character.

And I like it that way... so far.

But it doesn’t mean that I never get dispirited. I am a human being after all. So sometimes I feel this impulse to write extremely depressing stuff... like the saddest song in the world. I have even started writing that one. Yup, someday i might write the saddest song in the world...

The title of this post is the title of that song.

All good things come to an end
As soon as they begin
All right things go wrong
As soon as they stem

I sincerely hope I never get to finish this song :)

the summer is over...

... and its time once again (although nothing was stopping me "during" the summer as well, but nevertheless) to take out my camera and start capturing (not necessarily in the same order) the things good and stunning... and even though it may be a bit too early for This level of snow in the mountains, i might (i should) be well advised to be thinking ahead now...

this picture i took in Feb this year - somewhere close to nathia galli, north of islamabad - pakistan... :)

something, somewhere

(note: it's not a love song)


i have been wondering
about so many things
so many times
and i have been thinking
in the silent hours
of resonating rhymes
in so many ways
and so many times
and i have been feeling
that something, somwhere
must have gone wrong
and something, somewhere
must have gone right
but i dont know why
and i dont know how
i have been thinking
it must have been me
or it must have been you
but something, somewhere
must have been beyond me
and must have been beyond you
and i have been wondering
that something, somewhere
could never find a way
it must have been me
or it must have been you
but something somewhere
must have been fine
it must have been me
it must have been you

remembering the madness

remembering the madness
the madness that went away
amongst the sunset and clay
when the melodies went stray

remembering the madness
the madness that went away
when the silence had to stay
and the words we couldn't slay

remembering the madness
the madness that went away
for never to revert and play
for ever to run, hide and sway

"Q"

will i be heartless again?
will i be careless, reckless and selfless again?
when the rain stops pouring
when the foolishness ends its game
will i be soulless again?
will i be lifeless again?
in the midst of fire and snow
in the dephts of darkness and below
will i be dejected again?
will i be accepted again?
will i be torn away, and blamed again?
will i be stranded, un-attended, unclaimed again?
with the failing of imagination
with the trailing of salvation
will i be there, and nowhere again?
will i be unknown, and unkept again?
when the day comes to an end
when darkness drives the trend
will i crawl in the deserts again?
will i whisper to the earth again?
will i do all this and none?
will i be no-one and then some?
will i be covered with dust and snow again?
will i be falling high, and low again?
when i'll know what i have been missing
will i be missing it again?

Jungle out there

My fascination with the woods, and quiet, wild, solitudes.... continues

Location: North of Islamabad - on the way to Muree Hills

Picture Taken by: Me http://www.flickr.com/photos/farazkhalid/376672690/