After every darkness there is light and we fight for that light - forthe people of Peshawar

Among us we Install fear, darkness.

But after every darkness there is light and we fight for that light. We pray to God show us some light, so we can shine so bright they can't lay sight on us.

You many have the guns to run havoc, mocking at us. Rocking our way of life.

You can go low to provoke us but we can cope with it, you can't invoke fear.

We will tear down you to your core, world be witness that your nothing more than a sore losers. A poser who shielded himself with delusional ideologies. 

We will take no apologise for those your ill mind conspired to kill. You can't  kill the human aspiration till oxygen pumps in our respiratory veins. 

You can take aims at us but it will go in vain.

We know pain will rain on us but every darkness has to give way for light. We will go to new heights with you or with out you.

#peshawar

Heavy hearted phantoms

Depressed bodies pressed to wall.

Compressed, suppressed 

But still obsessed by  politicians.

The vey practitioner of this trade.

You parade   after them.

Inflicting pain on rest for momentarily gains.

Ignoring very reins that permanently dislocate, isolate us.

Among us we install fear, darkness

But After every dawn there is light.

And for that light we fight

This is for those who defied realm of human understanding.

With standing against all the hate.

They did not take shelter in predestined fate.

I am talking about Marley's, Martin Luther's Mandela's.

The heavy hearted  phantoms  who haunted racist, fascist

Whose legend  stood test of time.

Legacy never endangered. 

Today these renegade's stories are important than ever.

To rise up against the tyrants, deceivers

To forge up our own destiny 

Passion

Spanish Inquisition or Iraq invasion.

It's not passion of an ordinary man.

It's penned by men in mansion.

Who hold generation of men to ransom.

They crave more graves than Adolf Hitler.

These are not builders of civilisation.

They criminalise the voice of unconformity in the name of unity.

Equating unity with uniformity.

Labelling our Heroes with tag of insanity.

Equating tyranny of few with democracy.

Filling up fallacies and hypocrisy.

Filling streets with dope lead hope.

Teaching every lost crush,job exam can be coped with dope, dope light up your day, enlightens you.

This is the plight of my generation.

Blinded by blingers and swingers.

Our existence is endangered more  than ever.

The fever is spreading like wildfire.

Tiring and tearing us down.

Filling up pockets of the rich.

They are making so much money they themselves have to pinch.

Media equates reality with rating.

Crafting an oppression never witnessed before.

In these moments of adversity, brutality we see heroes rise,

Whose war cries rise our hope.

Who helps to find the our passion.

Passion is the cushion for us. Those who do not live in mansion.

Passion of our heroes ended the rule of those who held us hostage to unseen ransom.

Seeking that passion is trouble some.

But we can't crumble under that excuse,

We have to refuse the teaching which confuses our perspective.

We should say no to all kind of domination,

We should not fall because of our own erection.

We need to pin them down and win.

We have to win. 

Imagine

Imagine tangent of growth line adjacent to distributive justice line.

Imagine a domain of existence with out famine.

Imagine every soul shines so bright that Earth would out shine sun.

Imagine a race who would not forfeit,  a race who would not give up with out a fight, a race for who sky is the limit.

Imagine a race who emit positive vibration full of warm braces.

Imagine Cooperate vultures replaced by cultured cooperates.

Imagine oppression replaced by reconciliation.

Imagine segregation replaced by integration,

Imagined retribution replaced by fusion,

when our heroes go bad, dreamers go mad only thing we can rely on is our imagination.

Power of imagination is incredible.

It's impossible not to smile.

Shakoor,Nigaaz with attitude, Naaz, Run DMC, DMX, Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Biggie Smalls, Muhamadh Ali, Martin Luther King, Mandela. Mahthma Gandhi, Oliver Tambo, George Orwell, Geroge Harinson, John Lenon.

Who taught us though miles  apart we can inspire each other.

So do not bother about haters.

Let's Lift people out of despair.

Let's conspire for good.

Let repair broken bond.

Lift up the hood, let's change the world

Let's start new chapter of human history with our imagination.

Imagine that.    

Pseudo Patriotism

Neopatrimonialism has eroded the nationalism, enforcing pseudo patriotism.

Law of self fulfilment has flourished, lead to eruption of a corruption.

Corruption of mind and moral alike 

Corruption of old and bold.

 loyalty is put on hold while every one seek  their own gold.

This story is folding and unfolding before us but we take shelter in petty scolding.

Holding on to the old grudges like very crutches we need to walk.

Those who  talked about change did  more of the damage leaving behind carnage.

But still we are paying homage to this Roman age idealist.

Who are not more than hate mongers wrong doers.

Killers of man and women. Killers of our aspiration for better nation.

Happy Independence Day Maldives!!!

Elevation

Socrates,  Spartacus is just another apparatus,

Seek your crust ,Which is just crowded in dust

While you are shrouded in the mystical celestial  world ".

Paying homage to unseen bondage.Been hostage of own imagination.

Failing to illuminate.Cumulating humiliations 

Visualising the  annihilations rather than  conceptualising the reconciliation.

Hobbs, Jobs all had belief in themselves rather  shelving in with their selfs.

No elfs are there to pave the unseen roads.

Foreseeing the future is the personnel obligation

Which can't. be always delegated, If so you  will be relegated you  need elevation its not a revelations.

Alchemy algorithm algebra trigonometry geometry are just periscopes

You need google out which is your goggles 

It will be not with out  struggles

   

  

memories

I describe you as hypocrite, some kind of culprit.

I know you are going to rise like Phoenix, shine like Sphinx of Egypt.

You are encrypted, crypted. Difficult  to decrypt.

No longer i subscribe, prescribe to that.

No longer I inscribe your name.

But I describe you as beautiful, helpful, insightful.

Dreadful at times but delightful

Full light and fight.

Those memories are real stories  of you. 

Brownies, stationary we bought together.

Stuff we brought to each other made us  better.

But latter it did not mattered as we battered, shattered our dream with own hand.

It became mad man's world put on hold.

Molded in to something cold.

Now it's old.

But memories worth holding on to.