“Qayamat bhi kya cheez hai, na dastak na agaaz Bas San jala ke rakh kardeti hai.
Aysi he ek qayamat ayi thi ,Ramadan mai jaise jannat kafaan le me baiti thi”
Every sound , every melody precured to her room and her essence leading him to heaven.
About a man, resistant ,rebellion and dragged to dark ages of himself, poor defined by the fate, as he claimed to be born as a sin , lived a lie and died as truth.
“Ruksaar hogayai uski ankhai dekh ke , ki unho me waqf-e-andaaz le liyai”
Every night subjected to her name , written on arms and called by beats. Watching the white ligh sneek every day from blood red eyes.
Welcomed by the old song , kept unsung, questioning the beauty , keep your gaze under control and your voice will turn heavy.
As if it was written , by the fate and his poor life and undetected soulless pain.
Be something and return ,kept the word by the old lady and her brother. Money wasn’t the thing he was looking for but his family needed it and she was the one it had to be fighting for.
” vaadi mai sunzaar kahi, us noor ka haal
Ki kaise badle unke mizaaaj ,aur ankho be khole nayai raaz
Buno khaab , aur him ayai unki taraf had aah se”
May month it was , cried his screams and he had to leave.every pendulum had it own secrets kept for then name and sake of love.
Dark streets of undefined pain and a call for embarrassment was it his death call, or was it his screenplay.
Cry and pray , swing the padels and run towards her with all you have, call her name screen her name and yet again played she was gone
” kar zindagi uski noor aur kamzaarf horaha hai
Sab ko is jannat me hisse chahiyai
Hoor-e-sabr rakh , noor mohtaram
Dil toh tum luta bethai, toot gaya na
Ishq me aasan , yaa doubo hai yaa taier ke niklo hai”
Conditions turn bad to worst , live don’t die
Your corpse isn’t of any use not for her and nor for you and every word turned a scream and now depth had increased that those screams couldn’t be heard anyhow.
Days turned months and she couldn’t go , I tried to take her off heart. I couldn’t fix mine, but I found her in every scrap and tend to fix it
“Woh Jo kahi nahi thi, woh Jo har jagah thi”
And again dusk dusted on door, voice chained his soul again with a vision of the unseen dream
How can you play pain,in your words.those who call the crown of blood, and today lord is the first buyer of my pain.
From today its your new world ! Started it by calling her name.
“Noor zaat, ki waqf hai kya
Allah se bhi baat karliya karo”
Was he worth the pain , he called
Its called lady luck, go away don’t fight the might
He himself is making your path.
“Us Jhelum ka chalna yaad hai mujhai
Us maqsaad , ne muktasar kardiya baar milane ke liyai”
New place, new view and new life was all about the old pain,that was dusted on the question of if he was that bad.from here on there are no shortcuts, welcome to hells kitchen.
Crowded people , again fuzzing of the melodies of pain , and yet her name came up ,in yellow dress charted to the heavens
“Hijr-e-Noor”
“Admi sonchta kya hai ,Hota kya hai
Kitne shikwe , kitne shikayatai
Maheeno se sawaal dabayai rakhe ,pyar ban gaya hai
Adhi zindagi nikal gayai , ab nahi ata toh kab
Aap ki izat ab humari izat”
” I don’t love you anymore” biblical words of false hope uttered
Life cheated again,unleft the answers
Prayed for one thing,how did you hear my screams
This love, has taken me to insanity
Well it is more like lords mercy
Desires burnt at low flames, turned smoke and reached you
Draw, write ,sing at for his mercy
Because I had to change my destiny “
Under the curbed , chains of blood
“Mujhai chubha aur Maine likh diya”. These words completed the complex nature of the questions that were hidden back there in my head for her ,
Pious ,beautiful ,independent now its my fate that what is gone I still seek for it. Red heart craves the blood that bleed every night for the seek for unraised beauty.
I am gone and yet you don’t understand ;
Don’t you fear , anything ; she looked at him
Yes , I do , fear of the life without you.
” kaisa lagta hai , uska
Agai peeche karta rehta hai
Agai ka toh khudaya raaz hai”
You caged her, I thought you will free her.
But yet either love or death can free you forever.
Certain melodic waves come up again
“Burn down the fears, make it down as art
Caged in pain for love,dreams give me flight”
As he speeds towards the years behind and far away from stars. Age of foolishness and unmarked laugh of love, where shoulder was kept nagging onto the pain of long gone time.night upholded the pain and screams for his name tears.
Drunken all summer , gloved to all pain.they sit and nag about the times when they where together, speak because it is important, that scarf and smile and confused look.
Those words and Crafting defined by the caveman, with all his love and remorse today lease’s the pain and tears away with soft coloured misery accepted by the life and the red band light of their lives to the call given by their standard difference to the smoke puffed by him in the thick air of patience.
“Pagal hai kya woh, amanat hai uski”
To the scars he defined for the name of her,yet again it life played the part.
” I am going forever, with never return
Understand I have to go ,
If we met I won’t know why
Known time spent is remembered
Certian things can’t be changed
If changed won’t make us happy
We will never go old, because we are never young
Praying, as you dazzle them with shine
If alive will meet again”
These words came up to the sound of uncertified death call, everything was disturbed. Look on his eyes was frustrating and restless. Again went to the door of answers and seeking to the eyes that have gone old.
Take it easy , there is someone else now, her own choice and none could have been done.
You came up like this ?
Life is uncertain, it had to happen like this ,life can’t wait for anyone.everything has a turnout.problem came up when no one told you to follow.
“Dard kamzaraf jaan bhi toh nahi leti
Shayad uski, nafrat he lele”
She closed her fist and time stopped there. Who had made time to stop like this.which story was being recalled.
Insane will turn this essense of her, do something else these clatters will take the essence. Looking at the eyes of restlessness which wrestle with love and self respect.
“Halat mushkil hai , maa umeed nahi”
Then, worst happened she became invincible to the love and the pain overcame the power of subjected words. Where everything lost was unseen and never told. The dark sound of run and immediate response to the undefined pain and certainty comes up and he gets lost to the death part.
“Inalaha ma sabereen ; patience dealts within oh lord”
The reckoning lights of happiness turn solitude black,everything built was falling within his own will. Already someone has taken the place and his heart was burning to the extend of flames of question ! WHY
he never talked about the other guy, he was subjected to his own happiness in her and she too was happy with the standards of their live.where was he ,unseen.
Where the heart was caged and jailed by all of three and it was not far when he witnessed them both happy and smiling. More pain and agony within. Running was the only slap he had within.those innocent stormy eyes had nothing to crave other than her presence not him but her.
She never expected that he would come up again with same aura of loneliness, walk after you again and again.
“Every corner is alone,let it speak
Heart within is heavy, let it speak
You don’t wanna talk, he loves you
Don’t act childish , it had to be like this
Is it a plea to give ”
“”What do you want !
She doesn’t love you, she can’t love you like this
She can’t bear the fact of you being poor
Have you ever thought
He will keep me happy, him has to go and stupid mistake can’t ruin me
“NO ONE CAN LOVE YOU , LIKE HIM
SHE DOESNT WANT THIS INSANITY”
all he caged was his love, the lie she made to herself was being truthfully up to the call of mistakes he did.why is everyone standing so far,and death is the way she left
Which part of this we can’t understand, that everything in her life is about the standards. Anger in his eyes was destructive and hassled walk made it sure that his call was unstable and unstoppable.
He had already lost the sanity, with his laugh it was backed with melody of pain and dichotomy.her silence was busted that love was never one sided and inquest.yet family was the only hope he had and only thing he ever guested for.everything he had made was gone with false fame for him and his pious love.
The drama happened back then , has already gone. The rope in my neck will kill both of us.everything is turning lie,and everyone turns false.this age is altered to love and sadness.lord send her in her own ways and yet he was a lie.she was made to fly over pain, can’t go back on roads, neither he nor she.
Waiting turned his tune more restless and more anger and more silence. The chinar of unbreakability turned his love for everything numb.
” ishq par kabhi kisi ka Ba’s chala hai
Jo besabab he nahi huwa woh kya jeeya kya maara
Ye toh BA’s khuda ki barkat hai, jaise Kaise waqf guzar ta hai yeah aur bhi gherah hota hai
Paak , haseen , ab ye meri kisamt samjho
Ki Jo waqt chala gaya ,dil usai he dhoond raha hai”
While all this phase ,turning he was facing something from his family too ,making it more breakable , and more definable to misery.he was turning more patient ,more determined for his goals for making his family more smiling and happy.while all this it was still painful and more remorsed.
It was his poor living that he loved her that was a heir of royalist standards. Everyone was glad to see him walking to the stairs of success. Yet past was bragging him done to hell. Mean while
“Karigar toh tum Thai he ,ab jaake kalakar bane ho
Kya dil toota hai tumhara, San bahar rakh diya
Ab andar kuch nahi raha yoga, par abhi toh adha dard bhi bahar nahi gaya tha”
A stranger spooks this words and walks off in her pride.while he gunned down to himself and waited the soul to leave the body and mental hazard gave him arch to what he called bay of life.
That day was unmasked , lord was playing every minute. And yet he meets the people affiliated to his past of self right art.
Named him , as the clown prince of art.eyes wide open and flats the life of the question was it the freedom series. As yet it was all planned by someone who he helped once.
Eyes filled with tears , and silently utters that what he actually wanted, standing to be aligned to be self alone.
Who has ever wanted some one to be my lord.
“Aap kitna bhi bhagna chahiyai
Aap ka maazi aap ko nahi bhoolta
Bura ya bhala , naaek ya kamzarf
Tha mai wohi gareeb ladka
Meri puri zindagi ek jhoot thi
Ek saazish”
And at last , the day of answers came up dwelling
‘Was my love your game
It was about past , recorded by ultimate falling
That angel , broken heart screams
Sit and fix it , who did to ask
All about the cycle , of the question
The insanely depth of pain
Corpses in the heart where light couldn’t reach
A mother screams for the child to uplong in the waves of peaceful shores
Kept on the bed for death to enter the heavens of his body
Past fights back within , where soul and body leaves for the family
Even the tears turned red,who was the tyrant to call
Him and the whole world.
Every season turns painful ,rainy and dust filled up to smoke
And finally he sin is born with in the heart of small pious heart
Named after the flames of fire
Burn down the desires
And call up on the chained of unbreakable heart
Every sound mimics the agony within
Watch everything built burn into ash
” agar meri kismat mai surf khaak hai
Mujhai kabool hai
Agar yehi meri akhri aah hai
Mujhai kabool hai”
Past dramatic melody of dichotomous pain calls for new light. Finally death descends upon the painful one. With everyone having a question of why, and why not and the pendulum seeks for the answer of unshared love he had for some one who got lost in his struggle.
Buried down to the feet’s of earth, he was laid to secrets and taint of unmasked everyone. Where everyone turned lie.
“Ek daana Hakeem ne kaha tha
Khuda ki barkat hai mohabbat
Mohabbat karo toh tout ke ,bina khouf ke ,bina sharam ke ,bina sonch ke,
Agar jeet gaya toh kya kehna
Haar’e bhi toh baazi mat nahi”
Every never told to every unseenia.
Story of unanswered Why’s.
Mohammad Jazim 