Tuesday, November 28, 2006

You & I

Why are you scavenging through my Past?

The Past I have veiled deep within the dark abyss of my forgotten memories…

Why are you are trying to seek something I am desperately trying to conceal…

Do not probe the path I have taken...

Arent I standing next to you?

Trust me, Hold me

Nothing else matters...

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Distances..

Distances are deceptive; you can be sitting a few feet away from a person and yet be on a parallel universe. A dreary conversation often preludes masquerading personas and unbroken silences. Withing the depth of that moment you struggle to realize the purpose and reasoning behind the entire setting .. Resounding profoundly within your head is the echo “Fools Rush In”..

Sometimes you yell to your inner being;

Wake up!!
Confront your fate
Face your future
Don’t confuse this as mere moments..

But Alas! Sometimes its late..

What remains are harsh afterthoughts and bitter probabilities..

Sunday, November 12, 2006

A Journey..

A sense of enthusiasm captivates almost all journeys albeit a few which bear indecisive overtones. Arent all journeys truly about escapism, an elusive search for shelter and maybe a chance to rediscover oneself.

Sometimes we are so lost within the dark corridors of our antagonizing intellect that an alteration of our perception becomes a dire necessity.

Sometimes we are so lost within the meticulous routine of our monotonous drudgery that a change of our habitat becomes a dire necessity.

Sometimes we are so lost with the confining prowess of our acrimonious surroundings that a shift of our community becomes a dire necessity.

Am I tired you ask? No
I am just lost in thoughts of a probable tomorrow.

On a much brighter note, I am off to Islamabad. It’s a short trip but since I haven’t been to Pakistan in 20yrs I am looking forward to embarking on this anticipated journey.

Just to incite your curiosity, Fictitious as it might sound if ever the decision to be with someone rested upon one indispensable question which would need answering.. what would be that million dollar question to appease your tormented soul before you can ever consider marital possibilities.

I am trying to rediscover Parveen Shakir.. A bit of advice from her for my journey..

If
in the course of a conversation
gaps of silence begin to occur,
spoken words turn silent;
therefore, my eloquent friend,
let’s carefully listen
to this silence.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Tomorrow..

A Dear Friend emailed me this earlier; why do I feel it epitomizes my life and its inevitable woeful climax..

He was going to be all he wanted to be, tomorrow.
None would be braver nor kinder than he, tomorrow.
A friend who was troubled and weary, he knew
Would be glad of a lift and needed it too;
On him he would call, see what he could do, tomorrow.
Each morning he thought of the letters he’d write, tomorrow.
And thought of the folks he would fill with delight, tomorrow.
The greatest of workers this man might have been;
The world would have opened its heart to him then,
But in fact he passed on and faded from view,
And all that he left when his living was through
Was a mountain of things he intended to do, tomorrow.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Pray..

I was overwhelmed with joy when the miracle they sought was rewarded. I am grief stricken and lost for words as clouds of anguish & sorrow have consumed the blessing and the apparent joy has disappeared within a nightmare.

What hurts more: the regret of not being able to bore a child or the torment of losing a child through miscarriage? What if you have experienced both?

She has been a very close friend to me and I cannot begin to fathom the distress she must be in. I am unable to decide any sensible course of action.

Should I call her? What would I say?

I have never been good with condolences; I am inept at uttering sound words of comfort.

No matter how much I try to comprehend her state I shiver at the very thought of the ordeal she is faced with.

Pray for her.
Pray she has the strength to rise from this loss.
Pray that the Lord’s blessings shower once again on her withered garden.
Pray for a new dawn, which would chase away the dark shadows that surround.
Pray..