Monday 25 July 2016

Dear Men

Everyone talks about the girls who stay awake every night thinking about that one thing that they hope to have in their lives. About how much they suffer and cry plead to themselves to stop contemplating stuff that will never ever happen. About how much they force themselves to smile every day regardless of the misery they go through every night of their lives sharing it with that one special person they have, and sometimes not even being able to convey their feelings to them too!
But, what about the men who do that? Who is talking about those men who is struggling just as much as those women to smile through the sickness and not even being able to cry or to say that to anyone of about how much they want to scream and pour their feelings out but not being able to do that either unlike those lucky women! Ever wondered why men are not talked about as much as those women? Ever wondered why they are not able to cope up to have even that one single person to whom they can tell everything to unlike all those women who have sisters or brothers or best friend? Have you got the slightest of idea of why men are always silent even when they’re in grief? Why don’t we have enough people talking about what goes on behind this silence? Why don’t men have poems or essays written to boost their morale formidable again? So that at least they know that there are further men other than one he himself who is not up in arms with their insecurities, negative perceptions about who they are and what they will be in the near future.

So this is for those who are battling this war aloof. Don’t be naive; you’re not alone going through this. You’re not weak enough to give away this. There will be a time when you will cherish these countless nights and days which moulded you of who you will be. Strong and formidable enough to clash through any occurrence of badness and disparity. You will shine brighter than those any. Have faith in yourself. Have faith in lord. The better days of yours will come, maybe not immediately but definitely. Until then, work as much as you can, thrive to be the best of who you can, and that day of virtue and brightness is not very far for you. 

Monday 18 July 2016

Tell Me!

Why cannot I love like the others?
Why cannot the essence of music enchant me like the others?
Why cannot I follow my path with content?
Why cannot I be as wild as I used to be?
Tell me O lord! Tell me!

How can I be calm with myself?
How can I be free with none to tell?
How can I be asleep with no worries?
How can I talk without fumbling?
Tell me O lord! Tell me!

Why cannot I do as I please?
Why cannot I be satisfied?
Why cannot I make a promise to be happy?
Why cannot I make a person happy?
Tell me O lord! Tell me!

How can I walk up straight?
How can I wipe my tears with no mental suppress?
How can I feel that I am blessed?
How can I feel no heartbreak?
Tell me O lord! Tell me!

Thursday 7 July 2016

Turmoil

Congratulations ISIS you managed to instill fear in me. You managed to make me realise that I don’t want to step out because it’s not safe during the bright day. You managed to make me nervous about the safety of the people I care.
But in these 24 hours of fear, I only have gotten strong. Strong enough to rethink, to know, that you are nothing before Allah the greatest. And if Allah has the will to protect me, I’ll be alive after every odd of a chance that you would try to kill me or my beloved. How so ever, these 24 hours were just an alert to be safe and it made me comprehend the situations acknowledged by the masses of Gaza, Paris, Turkey, Brussels and so many more homes that you somehow managed to ruin with your naïve agony.
So here on this day, I would not only like to tell you but as well as ask you what do you gain from this futile massacre? A couple of intense hours? A tremble in the share market? A little fun seeing the people die? I guess there is more to it because slaughtering isn’t just done for pastime right? Or maybe for you it is! Well, I would now like to tell you, the bloodshed by your worthless incident doesn’t divide us. It unites us.

It unites us to overcome the jeopardy created by you; to overcome the shackles of terror that you vigorously want to diffuse in us. Thereupon your fragmented wisdom of rupturing us from the roots of humanity only makes it more affirm. Vaguely, your turmoil doesn’t fall us apart, it unites for redemption.