Drums of Dawn.

That kind of bliss which ultimately kills you, By late night crows sit on jesus cross to see you.

She mourns in her own silence, she defines her words with no subjected analysis. As he tries to pray for his soul to die in love day alibis.

Red stop hails to shake with his life but it never ends with similar shocks. Do i see my self earning more, but then life was getting no magic with out you.

But its all good now, because i have no lord to bow. I die empty handed with all life smiling at picture, does that end the day of life for which i run everyday to find your spectre.

As its early morning listening to beats that are fair enough, why is the best love always forbidden with pieces left to spook off.

Drama cancels the cord of music, shabby wind dazzle in your smile that was always specific.

“New words fight the old gods and force to change release religion”

جَازِم

Resolute, Determined & Unshakable

“That green had so much to be mean”

Those black cuts had so much to bleed,

I may recall the cage i lived in

I sleep in the daydream and find my heart with no fin,

I am the urge of your thoughtful and sleepless cries

Because i die in those screams where i fall from very high,

You pushed a child with so many dreams

Now i am a man with heart so dry with no life to redeem”

The envy of knowing myself has grown from past some years of latching experiences where as an anomaly i was usually subjected to hidden truth and lusty dreams of being no one. Seen in the sea of thoughts revised of what actually my  name stands for is usually very unpredictable as science calls it be in a Multiple Identity Crisis.

Stages of progress has always related to the phrases of what people may call you, but in my case it was Madness to Insanity and Psychologist to Vivisectionist. The nights of evangelism of being someone usually ended while my way back to the room full of thoughts. i lost many of my heart puzzle piece holders not knowing that one day the moment will surely come up when i will be left with a single piece of beating.

I have always been designated to a process but no human, shift for the carnage and anger made my hair go white but in the end i stranded strangling within my own self, in contrary to what people many perceive as they don’t know the reality. Every stone once in his lifetime is either hurled for the Resistance or for Hypocrisy same as what has happened to me in past. Every time the vision of life gets broader i get to know one more bitter answer which i seek. i may be forgotten but my words and my seeking never ends.

I see the push of your pen on the piece of paper but no one saw the pen sleeping as a sung in between my forefinger and thumb. Surely, why would any one care to my over dried pain created by a word of relief but what if i told you nothing changed in those years of being directed towards wrong or something i didn’t had knowledge of. I may scream in my own terms of what i have been living as but does it  give you right to kill it over as living was difficult for me rather than dying.

i have the questions you left me for, i may have got the answers for myself but in the end everything remains Fluctuating like time, Positioning of Altered Sadism and Preconditioning of Mannerless Miseries.

I became never-told , i maybe never seen, but there are many like me. tangled in what people had to make me.

Kashmir: A story with unnecessary details

We have defined on the regular subjective correction of Kashmir in terms of geographical sections. Four claimable parties hold its position on the area of this globally recognized disputed territory. At the end we lay our notions to unnecessary details of the never ending conflict.

The nights pay out the screams of revolt where time-lapse holds a solider falling by the bullet of hate or regular politics.

Every era finds bloodshed by means of nationalism, never ending freedom struggle and unbiased ideological support.

The picture holds a very different narrative for the means of Kashmiri people across every line of warfare.  Coffins fall irrespective of which side they fall. Bullets rage out at night where stars scream in Black Ocean of actual truth. What we have been designated as ours and theirs.

The conflict of late 1990’s and the civil unrest of 2008 where two provocative  psychological events for the people of Kashmir where everything turned bloody , rusty , informative and the cycle of violence got adapted at global means.

Art cries in its own ways

Art sleep in tears of no say,

It has gunned down too many flowers

As every struggle demands bloody showers,

Truth ways over the warfare

Falsehood will fall in the battle of genocidal fray,

The light holds many as a secret

Darkness holds many alternatives as rumors they could keep it,

 

Everyone wants to be Father of nation by means of separatism, nationalism, mainstream or independent, every writer speaks as an eloquent orator and every militant to governmental force speaks as pioneer of armed struggle.

 

 

Treasure was the meaning of her name.

A treasure is found in the sunrise.When my eyes open up to you.For the fiery sun in its brilliance.Shall be my golden jewel

And its beauty shall remind me always
Of how rich I am my good Lord
When your sight is such a part of me
That so daily I need nothing to get roar

For even if my flesh was to deny you
My spirit and soul will always be defined as yours.And they shall always possess deep within
The sweet treasure you laid in store

Until the day of my real birth finally comes
When my spirit leaves this body and the battle is won.Ancient gardens where humans roamGuardians of Grove protecting Flower Rose
In wanders uncanny courageous bone
Ghost hunting for salvation.
Tempted for the rose, face to face with her nose
Swallowed by the tales and the mysteries
A seed untold, yet to follow unfold
Blooms the next flower in the garden of my wold guarded home.

As always unseenia died ,never told never cried.

Light it up

New tragics are summed by the old sins, because untitled to what we find is exampling assassination of feeling. Glutted to their unknown blogs of dark clouds. This moral depreciation occurs from the infamousity of what we clear out at. Taking abstract from people who have outlived this unknown pain source gives a fine words statement

“As I’m alright here

I will be with you from dusk till dawn”

That heavy voice, defined alone behavior , dark red coloured eyes , frowzy look and cold heart must have came from alot of grief within

Finally Lord telling , that he knows you ?

Replied back , with a smugging smile and eyes red

You don’t know me !

Every character in one’s life plays a huge impact in anyone others . Even a Shadow of other walking human overcomplexes things called “pain” But,as far I track off the situation I believe that it is outed and we all live in a fiction ?

So, Repenter asks frimly to the death ?

 Other than lord what fictional character you believe in ! 

A soul for soul

Pain for pain

Love for love 

Death for death

Stories from migraines to migrates, call it as

Unseenia to Nevertold

Voices from Dusk till Dawn.

As the end of the day takes on a stillness, look in those unicentric eyes under black specks leads to his numbness

and the daylight she blue and he changes to grey. 
The twilight suddenly becomes quite noisy, by the crowd that is actually dumb and frowzy
as the birds have their last say and shores of wisdom cross the bay. 

They flutter for position and he his silent on the branches, 
and disturb the stillness of the leaves, because beauty attracts bee’s
Squabbling for their night-time roosts and nothing can turn up for his ever disturbing boats
with the magpies doing as they please and he looks at her through the people as it is his please

It takes quite a while for the birds to settle, 
but there’s a disagreeable one,  still have no humble 
and that one brings mayhem to the treetops, the highest beauty to deemed devil
until persuaded it’s time to move on for dusk till dawn

As dawn approaches there’s a movement, 
a bird changes its place of stay. We all leave for our life 
An early bird welcomes in the new morning 
as it gets its first sight of day and that eagle beholds his space and comes truthfully late

Early hours and the treetops are waking, shaking his heart and it crunches for the crush 
the magpie tidies its wings and tail , who knows it has a blatant tale for her self.
Yesterday’s bread is much too hard to swallow, and crush for a specky  mountained is disgraced for not to follow.
so it swoops down, and wets it in the pail. And I call her name for everyone to hail

From unseenia to never told.

A Ride to Past.

Out of my mind.If only ,no matter what you do

Nothing is that greater if it feels good.Dropping down to knee’s for her ego through

And your body giving me.Thunder breaking glass,Love found no class

I can’t explain it ,I love the pain.Keep it straight, I am insane

Loosing all religion,Towards all good I say

Scar full heart ,u can’t see it

We just living ,between the sea to beat it

I want you to forget and forgive.bad things happen in life

As when you matter.I am out to what as called low life

Doing better,someone of your clan.It feels like done

Knew that I would see u up.I was not at once this be emotional fun

Your eyes are karma .U got me thinking you are love.You don’t want my drama

Make it sure , I will never see you.Let him care for you

I was lost for you.I never break her heart as left for few

You know I need you .Ain’t me , else everybody.

Dream of us , my heart is there 

Because I know can I live with out you

It’s just the heart who blew.

His mistakes revealed and her murder forgotten. 

Unseenia to Never Told

Way from high to low.

These variant ups & downs are despicably not defined. As life wastes in phases of framing emotions in terms of how life has treated you.

Every story has came up by a person who claimed to be arrogant with ego of being in house richness and defines it to be suspicious under his own radar of questions. These unsorted messages with complex dream of not being happy and never ending without sleep cycle. Makes you silent, this silence gives you a broken string up howling or screaming within. That is your soul bearing the miseries you have given it.

What is the end of a sad person. Heart despised with regular pain ,why does it kill you more humanely. Just because we have been living this feel ever life doesn’t mean it hung around it forever.

Remembering poets ,

“Let’s wrap this never touched feel

The pain has it own zeal

One scream never ends the sadism

Abuse the words never used to mention her beauty

Crucify him for leaving

Even tear shed ,alone speaks the beauty

Welcome to his dichotomy”

His mistakes were revealed and her murder was forgiven. 

From

“Unseenia to Never told. “

Black Truth

You always leave , running from my site

Waiting , disgraced for myself just tight to take some time for us to a new height 

I know my name and face was ugly

That is something I have where I see nothing to agree

Cold morning surpassed with your tight coat with eyes wide and nose all red 

Every night I turn soulless left dead in my bed

Sun dwells to chant your misery 

Because I had always been in a space of advisory

I couldnt get up to the guts and say love is while I taunt you 

Defines the momentory when it all is gonna turn blue

Share the same speed , share the same struggle 

You took a path of crossing borders yet close still away

I couldn’t see you in pain , as I knew there will be nothing for me to gain

Like I say ,I don’t have to commit any mistakes

Every night I try to find you in my memory tapes

You will think what and why is he writing 

Trust me , its for more easy while you are talking 

Your eyes had always answered the questions left behind 

As I knew I won’t be accepted , just trying to remind

I shall claim stars and cross narrow sea 

Just to make you mine , all I call to be 

Imagined us with flowers along the river of our dusted lives 

Thou shall be no one who tries to take you off 

But yet I bow to something that would be never mine

So I will sleep in my dreams dead

Because someday I will be remembered who feared no one to keep it unsaid.

Stormed love.

A story about endless thoughts

Unshackled and strong rooted 

Story about someones love taurmented to every fight

Prayed and craved night

Thunder your voice as unknown brights,

Let you hear my screams and  my calls as it has no choice

Descended ages of wait and self sacrifice

Hear my love blows no boundaries,

Flowing in this subject of being beaten till death

Change is my new lord , cry in pain 

As the distance between us has nothing to gain

I live without words 

I love as birds ,

Those scars make me a witch

That loves treats me like a bitch 

I have no spell upon you 

For you my death is due

I leave myself far behind 

I depend on his just one smile,

From nothingless to nothingmore

You are my thought that I can’t ignore

Give me rain as o bribe 

Because love chooses no tribe ,

As they