Memory

From the debris of a dream
I search
for the words you spoke
the last time we met
I search
for the threads you tied
for us at Khanqah
for the songs you sang
our songs
I search
for the steps we walked
together on the banks of Jhelum
I search
for a memory of you
from the debris of a dream

Survival

Wake Up

Fill up

Reset

Run

Run Again

Catch the Train

Beat Traffic

Run Faster

Faster than Everyone

Pause

Fight

Feel Low

Feel High

Fight Harder

Feel Dizzy

Stop

Escape

Return

Sink

Repeat!

Hallucination

I died yesterday. An anonymous death. Away from the frenzy of life and its loneliness, now it is all peace and solitude. Forty years burnt to ash, what a waste it was. Life, like everything else in it, was exaggerated. Love, hatred, ambition, care, jealousy, everything is dust. Death has no pretensions, no airs. What would you have chosen,  in my place? Ephemeral life and its vicissitudes or eternal truth of death? No more running behind triumphs and victories, fame and glory, palaces and queens. It is the calm of death that is alluring and beautiful. Life was just a hallucination.  

Does it exist?

Eternity

it is a fallacy, a lie

nothing lives forever

she said

Not even our love

I asked 

This too won't last

she sighed 

What about  the feelings we felt

they won't die

will they?

They too will be cast away 

to the graveyard called memory

She replied

What is born out of one's soul

will that die too?

like flesh and blood 

I questioned

Everything is ephemeral 

she said

This too

I asked 

She paused and said 

Does it even exist?

we haven't even met 

Happy Birthday!

Age is such a paradox. Everyday is a loss, a slow decay that goes on unnoticed, gently pushing us a little to the finish line. Then everyday we grow, richer with some love, some more laughter, a few wins and defeats. A little more wiser than we were a day before. This paradox itself is a celebration!

Myth

Are you a dream or are you for real.
I can't say, I am still intoxicated by the
fragrance you wore last night.

Are you a miracle or my belief.
I don't know, I drowned in the deep ocean
of your eyes the first time we met.

Are you a mystery or my imagination.
I just can't tell, I am still lost in the world I
discovered in your lyrical voice.

Yes you are the myth I have always believed in!