.....ahhhhh.....!

Sunday, September 03, 2006

.....more scraps

"ESCAPES"

fears...
uncertainit0ies...
doubts...
failures...
all prevail...
devour the soul...
n choke me to death
.....
when love is not enough.
.....
from here to there
wandering in nowhere
this empty cup...brings to me;
shame...
silence...
all curse...
.....
when love is not enough.
.....
open any window
unlock all doors
no breeze would enter
no air in flow
when its wrapped up inside
in layers of escapes
no life would touch...
when the cup's half empty
.....
when love is not enough.
.....
_____________________________* 20-05-06
_________flick-scraps___________the lost scripts__________
posted by flick, 3:50 PM | post-link | 3 comments |
TO KNOW & TO BE KNOWN.....
TRYING TO BREATHE IN ALL THE LIFE AROUND
WHILE WAITING TO BE TAKEN IN.....
BY THE WHOLE
ALWAYS TRYING FOR THE ONENESS...
...LIKE EACH COLOR,
WAITING FOR THE LIGHT.....

YOU ARE LIKE A POEM
SOME WORDS ARE THERE,
THE REST, UNKNOWN...

THE MOMENT I THINK...
I GOT IT!...
...THE MOMENT...
I LOSE IT.....

NINE LIVES WONT EVEN BE ENOUGH,
TO KNOW.....
ECSTATIC IS THE MOMENT
WHEN I THINK I KNOW...
WHEN I THINK IM THERE...
...I THINK I'M HOME
.....
JUST THEN IM PUSHED OUT...
ONCE AGAIN
...IN TO THE WILDERNESS...
...INTO THE UNKNOWN.....

...THERE I DIE
...THERE I'M BORN.

.....

_____flick-scraps_____the lost scripts_______________________________*written: 27-04-06
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Tuesday, July 25, 2006

broken and lost

woe you are
fear runs through your veins
o martyre of sheer sensitivity
hemlock was your destiny

o wretched soul
you lost your mirror
when you looked for yourself else where...
look now!
you lie so helplessly...
wrapped up in fear and agony,
hiding behind insensitivity,

forgetting
who you are... who you have to be

forgetting rest of the quest
..... of devine sensitivity
.................................................

fear not!

wake up!
n look in to
your blissful mirror, once again.

please...!wake up!
.................................................
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Wednesday, February 01, 2006



For zakaat n earth-quake funds,
Donate in the form of a check, bank draft to:

PAKISTAN
Abdul Sattar Edhi Foundation,
Account No.640,
Muslim Commercial Bank,
Bombay Bazar Branch,
Karachi. Pakistan

USA
Edhi International Foundation.
42-07 National Street
Corona, New York, 11368 USA
Tel: (718)(639-5120)
Fax:(718)(335-1978)

UNITED KINGDOM
Edhi International Foundation,
7 Shakespeare Road,
Finchley , Central London N3 IXE,
United Kingdom
Tel: 020-8346-9232 and 020-8349-0296

JAPAN
Edhi International Foundation
RM 101 COPO Nikkei,
1-25 4-Chome
Minami-Ohi Shinagawa – KU
Tokyo 140
Japan

AUSTRALIA
Abdul Sattar Edhi International Foundation
Level 20, Picadly Tower,
133 Castle Reagh Street,
Sydney 2000
Australia
Ph: 02-2646499
Fax: 02-264-7337

BANGLADESH
Edhi International Foundation Inc.
2/2 Purana Palton, 3rd Floor
Dhaka-1000
Bangladesh

E-Mail: edhi@cyber.net.pk
or
Call for Donations: + 00 44 0207 7232050

links:
http://www.contactpakistan.com/socialwork/Edhi/

http://www.paks.net/edhi-foundation/

http://www.crescentlife.com/thisthat/community%20org/edhi_foundation.htm

http://www.jazbah.org/bilquis.php

http://www.edhi.gwat.net/
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Monday, January 30, 2006

a touch...
that took the life out of me.
...it was the green goblin
posted by flick, 3:45 PM | post-link | 5 comments |

Saturday, January 14, 2006

bits n scraps

its sick...
..its low...
...when, lost in you...
a voice was lost,
the words, the tune, the beat got lost.
...lost in you.....
a soul was lost.
___
a tattered face
that mirrors deny
in bits in scraps...
now, look!
whose back!
.....



picture courtesy:
http://www.katherinekean.com/page3.html
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Thursday, January 12, 2006

closing chapters

thay bohat bederd lamhey khatm-e-derd-e-ishq kay
thien bohat bemehr subhein mehrbaan ratoan k baad
_Faiz
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Monday, November 21, 2005

YOUR sense of humour could be so sick...
i never knew...
now YOU've brought him back!
ha.ha.ha.....he... came back.
.
after i had killed n buried my baby in his grave,
just then...
.
...he... came back!
the only pulse...ever born in me,
the only heart...i truly felt for,
the only trick... i ever fell for
...is back.
.
why did i kill him?...
when he was all i ever wanted!
.
... only...for YOU!
when i see YOU, i forget him.
...when i see him, i forget YOU .
he's the fire, n YOUR the Light
in me.
n You know I always end up with YOU
.
YOU! there's always YOU between him n me!...
posted by flick, 1:36 PM | post-link | 10 comments |

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Dream sequence, continues...

...eyes swollen n empty, lips dry n chapped.
im still Asleep.
.
inconsequential thoughts prevail the mind.
world seems still Strange.
Headaches Remain.
.
inconsequential feelings Devour the heart, as...
it Sinks and Sulks.
.
they say; the world is the same,
they say; the life is same,
they say; everything is there in its place.
But,
Where am i?...
.
they dont answer.
n i dont know.
.
i do all chores, all day n lie on bed, all night.
.
i roam around the city,
all day all night,
randomly wondering,
through busy streets and empty alleys.
i Wonder alone.
.
i sink in my couch,
all day all night,
watching any scene that catches my eyes,
or reading any word that whispers in heart.
i Dream alone.
.
from here and there
i drift,
i glide,
where the wind takes me.
like a broken Feather...
i am everywhere, n
No where.
.
...i lost my bird
.
...i lost my will.
.
my will,
my love,
my passion,
my god,
my only sanity
...died its own death.
.
while i stood there and watched.
.
now, its an empty temple.
where the bhagats still sing,
and bells still ring,
but the diety has left.
.
i am Free...free as in all its sense.
.
i Dont wanna wake up.
i still Dream.
.
Insane, i Remain.
.
like my love, i expect this dream,
to make me sick
...so sick that it too,
dies its own death.
.
i want to see its limits,
Limits of my Insanity
..... in the hope
... of seeing god,
again.
.
Insane, i Remain.
posted by flick, 6:23 PM | post-link | 15 comments |

Saturday, October 01, 2005

The lost Tag


whats the world coming to???
On Friday, September 16, 2005 Kat had tagged me...:[ ...n ever since then, ive been trying to fill it up. i somehow felt obliged, so wanted to do it but, but as it appears, tags are not my thing.
i think today im gonna complete it, for once n all.

5 years ago: year 2000: i was a loony teen, nurd n nieve. n was finally getting settled in lahore for five straight years, *phew! (something practically unimaginable for a nomad like me.)
1 year ago: year 2004: revolutionary. life, career, goals, realtions, everything was redefined. i was like electrocuted. also, that was the year when i found many new media to express, though the style dint change, but my methaphors, similes, cliches n abstractions, just found some new faces. overall, it was a Fun year.
5 songs i know all the words to: aaaaa all the words? ... sorry! 8[ ...i mean i listen to music n sing songs almost all the time, but it just happens that i can never remember the whole lyrics.
5 Snacks i enjoy: ice cream with nuts crunch n fruits, bakery chips, fries with colslaw n ketchup, chocolate soufles/fudge/puddings/cup cakes, paapdi chaat, dahi puri... m, i guess its more than 5 , but... thats the way it is :p
5 Things I'd do with $100 million dollars: gimme some more n ill buy a couple of oil fields in the middle-east. its IN, u know! 8-)
hmm... :-? ...on an extremely serious note, i'll spend 5% on my firm n workshop, give 5% to my parents, 10% to my siblings, save 40% for my kids, n the rest would go to Eidhi.
5 places i would run away to: kalaash, hunza, small town or any countryside in europe, nana ji's, n Kaaba.
5 things I would never wear: blue contacts, beard, naval ring, monkey caps, n those dresses to kill ;)
5 favorite TV shows: whose line is it anyway, everybody loves raymond, funniest animals on animal planet, marathon cooking shows on bbc food, gardening n remodelling shows on bbc prime.
5 greatest joys: helping, exploring, resolving, dreaming, n family.
5 favorite toys: tv remote, P.C., points n lines, camera, n my lil nephews.
5 more victims: dawn, reedemer-x, twice translated, vix, von aurum
hahaha, i wish i could tag you guys, but after experiencing it myself, i declare this tag closed. :p
(anyway, if any of you happen to pass by here in any near future, n would like to fill the tag, you know your more than welcome)

*phew!*.....ahhhhh!..... at last.
posted by flick, 6:52 AM | post-link | 7 comments |

Friday, September 30, 2005

Your L.o.v.e ???

OK, if i take a Poet, as the most romantic, the most passionate, n the most promising Lover, there could be...

Is there a Poet, who married for love n for the rest of his life, wrote all his poems n ghazals for his beloved wife ?

Can a Man really Stay in Love for that Long ?

...where one flame dies, another begins...Where does it go Wrong ?

Is Love just an esctatic Thought ? ...an excuse ?...an Escape ?


P.S. You say...for Love??? ...i'll buy it for faith, i'll buy it for honour, but not for this.
posted by flick, 3:47 AM | post-link | 10 comments |

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

love ! n live !

"Whether it's another person or loving an activity or a piece
of art or nature, love is all about connecting."

_( Professor Marc Cohen, founding professor of complementary
medicine at RMIT University, said in his address to the International Conference
on Healthy Ageing and Longevity )

read more...
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Monday, September 26, 2005

travel notes

I had to be in Rawalpindi for the weekend, so last night was spent in a road trip. We usually avoid going through the motorway when the sun's up, because of its being so hot n deserted, but to avoid night traffic, we took it last night. The four hour journey turned out quite good.....speeding on a clear road, with a clear night sky outside, n music inside, it was nice. :) or I may say it was perfect. I wouldnt have mind it at all , if we had to spend the whole night like that. ;)
____________________
I had talked with him in the morning, so he was still on my mind. I had always been telling him, that it wasnt to be wished for. I had told him before...but he dint stop there...
wo rastey sab khamosh they jo
uss bund gali ko jatey they...
.....if only he had listened...I was a dead end.
May be it isnt anything new for him, n probably for me too.
Yess, for me, its another aazmaish...
yet another aazmaish.
And I have to go through this one too.
I dont know why it gets tougher n tougher each time. Each time, someone tries to break into my realm, each time I have to save my soul, each time I survive, then again, to find another ordeal waiting for me, round the next corner.
Im a woman, for God's sake!
...It isnt no steel. it melts.....
n they know, that it does!
_____________________
When will I get Home???
Unscratched, Untouched...Whole hearted...
Will it ever be Delivered???
.....as I spent the whole journey looking out through my window, into the deep blanket of the sky,
I wished...I could wrap it all round myself...
I wished...it could take me into its depths...
I wished...it could hold me tight...all night.
posted by flick, 12:14 AM | post-link | 4 comments |

Monday, September 19, 2005

a night of blessings

Its the eve of 15th Shaban...Shab-e-Ber'aat.
According to Islamic beliefs, tonight the angels are issued annual orders related to our lives; of birth, death, n the subsistence for the year to come, (as already written in the Loh-e-Mehfooz). Also, whatever we did last year is filed in our accounts.
This process starts from tonight, that is shaban 15, and ends at shab-e-qadr, in ramadam. Its also a night of great blessing & salvation, like Qadr. Prayers are answered and all those who repent and seek forgiveness are forgiven, except for those who believe in others than one God, n hold contempt in thier hearts.
its like tonight God says:
hum tou mael-ba-karam hain koi saail hi nahin
raah dikhlaain kisey, rahro-e-manzil hi nahin
... its an open invitation...hope i dont miss it.

_____________________________________________________
shaban: the 8th lunar month, before ramadan, one of the holiest months in Islam.
Shab-e-Baraat: the night of acquittance.
also called laila-tul-mubarika ( the night of blessings)~ the most blessed night after laila-tul-qadr.
Loh-e-Mehfooz: the book of devine knowledge, of fate.
posted by flick, 6:47 PM | post-link | 1 comments |

Saturday, September 17, 2005

mirror

when i forget my self, i look in to a mirror, mirror of my soul !...i look in to Your Eyes.
posted by flick, 12:24 AM | post-link | 3 comments |