Estranged - arent we all?

Today,
I killed myself with a book.
Its words mutilated my thoughts and overruled everything that bore resemblance to me.
Today… I killed myself with a book.
Tomorrow… Am hoping to die at the hands of a film.

a moment of insanity

Black is the silence stretched upon your soul. Aging significantly with every passing moment, strong are its ties within you, without you.

Black is the colour of light shining in the solace of your room. Shattering every facade of surroundings, dead is its illusion inside you, outside you.

Black is blue, bluer than all ideas written across your face. Shadowing every line with comfort, alive is its darkness between you and me.

...but a dream

The only images I remember are of glasses falling… cars whirling… blood dripping…
and then the visions stop- at that precise moment.
I never see them crashing, colliding or staining. I never see me dead, only dying.

here's to life

I love assuming the role of wind.
Faceless. Artless.
Breezing into your life without a guise, sending your hair flying in mute surprise, stretching your smile acres wide... And then leaving, without leaving a trace behind.

the smile of a faceless child

I, live in stories
Of left handed trees,
Men with wings,
In glass bottomed ships.
I live my life,
Lost…
YOU, bid life
on my unfinished words
wondering and waiting
for the trunk to open,
the soul to stretch for an answer
And find the faith to feel

Our youth today

Bina khwab andhairay mein khonay do
Mein soa raha hoon, mujhay sonay do

Din ki roshni mein aag dikhti nahee
Jo bikhar geya wo ghar mera toa nahee
Seya akhbar surkh honay do
Mein soa raha hoon, mujhay sonay do

Qanoon samjh kay koi kya karay ga
Seyasat parh kay koi kya banay ga
Mujhay apnay qatal pey hasnay do
Mein soa raha hoon, mujhay sonay do

Progressive Poetry

Cyber world is huge, yet all I was able to find on the life of Abdul Ahad Saaz, is this small image attached here. This is how we, the connoisseurs of art, show our tolerance for anything which is untainted with media hype.

One of his famous works is uploaded here. Read it and give voice to your silence.
http://urduindia.wordpress.com/2006/07/13/abdul-ahad-saaz-nazm/

His fearless approach has bleached a lot of stereotyped modern poetry that we are used to reading these days. So, consider yourself warned as he uses words with such a brutal honesty that you will require gallons of courage just to read them!

Planned farewells give in to spontaneous settlements.

The idiot inside has always been driven by disparities, but is now learning to walk on a side. Completely visible yet not whole, he remains addicted to the inevitable decay. There is no doubt in his head that he will be castigated for eternity, because his crime is blatant integrity. But instead of reacting, he comfortably waits for the dark robe of night to take over. In an attempt to hush silence, he has unknowingly awakened a palette of colorless chaos in his head. Stillness is red in his head and evolution merely a homecoming to his abyss.