Random death splurge.

I am naught but dust
And to dust I have returned
Yet you cover me with
The saffron of my sins
And hang around me
The tinsel that
Littered my room
What is there in these colors
That you find so beautiful?
light combined is white
And thus white is the only truth.

BlackSandDragon

It rears its head like a dragon made of nothingness. An incarnation of
emptiness. It is the abyss given form.
Sometimes you push it down firmly with a steady hand, remembering all
that you've done- all your triumphs, all your struggles, all that
you've learned.
Sometimes, it seeps through your fingers and you see that its not the
dragon rising up, but yourself sinking into it like black quicksand
and the more you struggle, the more you sink.
Where is your elation now? Where is you buoyancy, who weilds your
branch?
These questions are most poignant against a backdrop of self doubt.

On Sisters

There are times when I REALLY wish I had a big sister. Sisters are
empathetic (relevant even?) in a way that mothers often aren't and at
the same time (since they're often in the same situation or among the
same ppl as you when it comes to problems of the familial variety)
much more intimately familiar with your constraints and 'the
situation' than a friend or even lover could be.
I wish I had a sister. But, I'm glad I dont have one because I know
what she'd have had to go through in this country and in this
'khandaan'.
Allah always does what's best. But dammit, sometimes I could sure use
one!

The Devil's Reject

Somehow, for some inexplicable reason, I always end up making friends
that my family doesn't seem to approve of. :-/

Mind over Matter

I've heard that Allam Iqbal once said that had Nietzche believed in
God, he'd be a Walli-Ullah.

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Allah Hoo
Allah Hoo
Allah Hoo
Cried the cleric
Intoxication abound in the chant filled air. Arms swaying, eyes
ablaze, voice ringing harsh and husky with ill-contained fervour.

Vocal communication is phonetic in nature. What is speech but a series
of vocal pattern discerned and decoded by our brains into abstract and
concrete ideas and concepts? Ideas and concepts based on social mores.

Yet sometimes, when caught in a seemingly random idiosyncratic moment,
when peripheral details disappear leaving the silhouettes of essence
plain to your detached, slightly blinded sight...

... those mores, all our mental, social, conditioning disappear. A new
facet to our consciousness emerges. Some call it a sixth sense, others
a third eyes. To some its a moment of Annihilation, to others,
Assimilation.

In these moments, reality blurs and twists, metamorphs into something
that is essentially surreal due to its intense real-ness.

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Allah Hoo!
Allah Hoo!
Allah Hoo!
Allah Hoo!
The bearded-turbaned cleric chanted, feverishly absorbed.

Allah Who?
Allah Who?
Allah Who?
Allah Who?
Heard the jeans-and-t-shirt clad young man coldly absolved.

This foolish writer believes that a wise man would wonder... Which of
the two is searching for enlightenment, and which one is deluded?

Affection in Relativity

Echoing steps in empty alleyways
Do they draw pictures for you?
What would seem like
The harsh slapping of leather
To you and me
Are caresses to the cobblestones

Rekindled

A candle
In pitch black darkness
Burns unbelievably bright
(There is just that much
Of infinity lying
Between something
And nothing)

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Men in frozen lands
Will tell you
That ice is colder than snow
What do you know,
dweller beneath the tropical sun?
There is love
And there is Love.
There is hope
And there is
Hope.

[Apparent] Recovery is sweet.