misery

I was cold ,I was crying , I was tired ,
and I slept next to the pillow that was hearing my whines ,
it was scared and staring into the eyes of mine ,
with grief or pity , or just a little sigh.

Ieft it to itself and went into a world nearby.
I had been going to ,
in dreams ,
longer dreams ,
dreams longer than life .
I wish they were even longer than death !

That world was quite , yet noisy
it was in place yet clumsy ,
it was the prettiest of places yet the ugliest of all ,
it was a big , with it's doors locked , haunting hall .
It had water with no smell , but an aura of a call .
The call of death .
water of death , and yet so alivee !

There were twigs with the snakes ,
snakes sucking blood of the flowers nearby .
snakes sucking blood!
Was it even a world ?

And suddenly this world felt less of a misery , yet misery
I was running to life from sleep , to get back to something
Less of a misery , yet misery .
Is there something , no misery at all ?
A place that is the quitest , the coldest , the darkest .
A grave they said .
Can i be dead ?

Fair !!

If life had been fair , where would cries come from ,
If life had been fair , where would the evil go ,
If it had been fair for buck, what would the cub do,
If it had been fair for the poor , where would the riches go ,
If it had been fair with the truth , where would lie be ,
If it had been fair to the slaves , what would the master see ,
If fair for the ugly , where do the pretty go ,
If fair for the weak , what would the strong do .
If it was fair for me where would you go .

Where would you live and carry your race , of ever lying , ever pretty , ever healthy , ever bubbly, ever superior .

If life was meant for me , it would be unfair with you .
That wouldn't be  fair enough either .

So let it be fair to you , i ll find my share somewhere far ,
and when i reach there , i ll cry from star , and tell you that it's fair for me too , for that life was never meant to be for me , as it was for u .

Listen

They said, "conquer" , I said i can't .
They said, "compete atleast " , I said I still can't .
They insisted me to take a challenge , I walked away .
They shouted " you can run" , I said it was stupid .
They told me to walk constant , I said i will fall .
They asked me to stand for that matter , My legs started shaking .
They asked me to crawl , I trembled more .
They closed  my eyes , I saw a dream , i was winning life , I was winning a dream .
They whispered "look you conquered", And I opened my eyes .

Insight talking
talking to you all day , all night , all the time ..
As Rumi asked us to listen.

wishes whine .

Do your wishes whine ?
Mine do, as they wander from the blues up to the blues down .
Mine do, as they warm the cruels back to the kinds above .
Mine do, as they knock at the skies and hear a sound.
Mine do, as they see , cry and reach the ground .

wishes whine when made and not .
They whine when made alot . .

Mother

the 'LyL' so beautiful ,
we sat on the piaza,
joyous over the 'Burooj' up ,
we found smiles in them when waiting for us was the 'Shams' at the dawn ;
I forgot the thirst of my veins,
the hunger of blessings,
when i put my head on your bossom.
and then came the dark murk ,
and it veiled not only the 'Burooj' but also the morning sun.
Though i couldn't see , but I smelt the 'Dookhan' from somewhere so strange .
It must have been black !
Then started the 'zariyaat' and the murk went away .
I could see the 'Qamar' and a fig on it's light , which burnt with a ' Lahub' so beautiful .

No light!

Listen as the night has stories to whisper,
Of the stars running in the search of shadows.
In the black whole black sky,
Yet,
Not finding what's in it,  THE LIGHT.
That'll draw their longings taller and darker,
As they wanted it to grow far and farther. 
- Never ending
Never breathing
Nor letting it breathe, 
As the winds bring life. 
For all the star wanted was a shadow not light

A note to frost.

If only i was granted a wish,
Won't i ask for hearts more than minds
Won't i ask for mosques more than shrines
Won't i ask for tears more than whines 
Won't i ask for earth more than the skies
Won't i ask for meetings more than money
Won't i ask for bees more than honey
I would ask for that one last sleep
For I broke all the promises i had to keep.

The three days, I Lived with blue eyes .

What do you think it is , she asked in a soft tone .
Thinking of the answer , he fumbled , and she fumbled more ,
Fumbling like that of the ice from a frozen Leaf .
Shivering like the leaf did .

They were cold , and far .

Fumbling to say they meant it , but couldn't.

She told her about a world .
A world she never spoke about .

The world with fallen Leaves and branches with snow like a veil .
Or should I say , or should I not .

I fumble again !

Have you seen something broken and yet beautiful .
Someone in love.

Have you seen into their eyes .
They reflect the image of the wish they made , the wish staring at them , asking them to break so it fulfills .

Asking them , yet , to break more .
There's nothing more beautiful than that wish.
It stares at you with the blue eyes .
EYES !!
They did it all !!

Winters were many but , the winter she had .

Asking him to be free and meet her in the rain ..
And she stepped out and cried for the sky whispered and promised not to rain again .

What came down was snow , and his snowflakes ... !!

Meaningless?
Anything more enchanting that the meaningless stories ??

The never fulfilling wishes .
Look up they are staring !
The BLUE EYES , YET A BIT GREEN.