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with Eddie Vedder'/><author><name>In the Name of Love and Revolution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172587039364276013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1fX0aK6oc/ST_7nYk8EBI/AAAAAAAAABA/Py2cSq8e7p8/S220/12333333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629979478677491990.post-2388333344823122607</id><published>2008-12-10T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:39:01.484-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signifier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signified'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linguistics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saussure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Signifier</title><content type='html'>It was an unusual dawn in my life&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up after dreaming de Saussure&lt;br /&gt;And found myself divided into pieces on bed.&lt;br /&gt;Half a dozen letters make my name and now&lt;br /&gt;I could see my body being cut into those six alphabets:&lt;br /&gt;One arm with its forearm in flexed position,&lt;br /&gt;Calves inverting towards each other with toes kissing,&lt;br /&gt;An arm lying diagonally between thighs,&lt;br /&gt;Face with a prominent nose marking ‘a’,&lt;br /&gt;Left forearm standing vertical with hand&lt;br /&gt;Holding my substance to make extraordinary ‘i’,&lt;br /&gt;Tummy feeling comfortable being ‘D’;&lt;br /&gt;I mocked at the prince of my last night dream&lt;br /&gt;And the stinky arbitrariness in my mind was resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629979478677491990-2388333344823122607?l=proem86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/feeds/2388333344823122607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/signifier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/2388333344823122607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/2388333344823122607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/signifier.html' title='Signifier'/><author><name>In the Name of Love and Revolution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172587039364276013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1fX0aK6oc/ST_7nYk8EBI/AAAAAAAAABA/Py2cSq8e7p8/S220/12333333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629979478677491990.post-5469038577843395065</id><published>2008-12-10T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:36:09.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pakistani Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horrible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>I stepped down the divine stairs and moved to&lt;br /&gt;The computer lab: I needed not to enter,&lt;br /&gt;Pushed the door a little and intended to peep through.&lt;br /&gt;Though not in need for that formality, but more like&lt;br /&gt;A human I acted ‘to be ‘; Still as a vain Master,&lt;br /&gt;I made the slit too fine for anyone to see my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Just a glimpse will do for me, I thought and prepared my&lt;br /&gt;Mind to see someone. Sons of Adam, daughters of Eve,&lt;br /&gt;All the mortals from West to East were accomplices&lt;br /&gt;To a folk, whose obsession for me changed his fate forever;&lt;br /&gt;Love is horrible. Fall of what I created –Colors, moods,&lt;br /&gt;Ideals, being—was there. Beauty was nowhere visible.&lt;br /&gt;Cornered to the north, he was laying on a hump of blood&lt;br /&gt;And bone. Love can’t be quenched in this way! Mourning at&lt;br /&gt;His only mistake, he sighed. His lake eyes were dry,&lt;br /&gt;And his ego was lost. He was missing me. I closed&lt;br /&gt;The way to the beam of Light, restored the door position,&lt;br /&gt;Set the lab free and again I turned ‘Not to be’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629979478677491990-5469038577843395065?l=proem86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/feeds/5469038577843395065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/5469038577843395065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/5469038577843395065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>In the Name of Love and Revolution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172587039364276013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1fX0aK6oc/ST_7nYk8EBI/AAAAAAAAABA/Py2cSq8e7p8/S220/12333333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629979478677491990.post-3346274659758947022</id><published>2008-12-10T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:35:45.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes Imprints</title><content type='html'>A good question would always result in a good reply?&lt;br /&gt;Seven in total, but visible to me is only one sky!&lt;br /&gt;Shed enough tears, that's why the environment is so humid&lt;br /&gt;"To err is humane", why are You comparing me with a cupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained in the whole town, why my hut remained dry?&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I would wet it myself when I would cry!&lt;br /&gt;Seven colours were past, now I'm fond of chess&lt;br /&gt;Black or white, no other option left to guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it evolution for which a human the way it now exists?&lt;br /&gt;For sure, it's revolution which lies in the progress betwixt!&lt;br /&gt;Throw away your sympathies, tear apart your attitude&lt;br /&gt;Just be a robot machine with the button pressed mute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the race of jealousy, crippled ones excelling the capables&lt;br /&gt;Always becoming the victim of the fate, it's not bearable!&lt;br /&gt;Soft hands approaching me with a devilish heart&lt;br /&gt;Similar to the sweets containing rock salt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellectual approach overwhelming the spiritual emotions&lt;br /&gt;Is this progress or I'm being pushed back through retrogressions?&lt;br /&gt;Bloodshed all around, in spite of the fact," It is the only region available to us"&lt;br /&gt;Controversy between crimes and sins, law and religion, always creating fuss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are His made faces, then why to be proud of races?&lt;br /&gt;Practise for the real world, we are here on trial basis!&lt;br /&gt;Juvenile John said, "Time has no kith and kin!"&lt;br /&gt;Reality lies within, skin is just skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, be careful of the van just behind you!" yelled the milk-man&lt;br /&gt; "What!.. (scream)? "&lt;br /&gt;I got slipped in the water&lt;br /&gt;Imprints from the shoes died in sue...&lt;br /&gt;Shoe surface was sheen...&lt;br /&gt;I was blank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 26 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629979478677491990-3346274659758947022?l=proem86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/feeds/3346274659758947022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/shoes-imprints.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/3346274659758947022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/3346274659758947022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/shoes-imprints.html' title='Shoes Imprints'/><author><name>In the Name of Love and Revolution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172587039364276013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1fX0aK6oc/ST_7nYk8EBI/AAAAAAAAABA/Py2cSq8e7p8/S220/12333333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629979478677491990.post-7226779372534710126</id><published>2008-12-10T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:22:39.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sufi's Song</title><content type='html'>It has been long to have some wine&lt;br /&gt;I didn't shine for a long time&lt;br /&gt;People say, "Use rhymes in poetry"&lt;br /&gt;For God sake, its poetry, not mimicry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my spectacles containing the vision of love&lt;br /&gt;Aroud my eyes, some wrinkles like a flying dove&lt;br /&gt;On my forehead, some furrowslike graves in a row&lt;br /&gt;One tongue &amp;amp; thirthy two teeths,what a strong foe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The features mentioned are characterisitc&lt;br /&gt;Only in need of the right match-stick&lt;br /&gt;Searching the remedy for replenishing the hole,&lt;br /&gt;There is something wrong with my shattered soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's new world with contemporary definitions&lt;br /&gt;"There are no facts, only interpretations"&lt;br /&gt;The slogan all aroud : 'Live for peace'&lt;br /&gt;The fact within may be: "Live to piece"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you lose, "friends" around "condole"&lt;br /&gt;Make some pictures with a pin-hole&lt;br /&gt;"Work, work, work" and "Burn the boats!"&lt;br /&gt; All this is needed for the Triumph roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire burning inside, water flowing in eyes&lt;br /&gt;Be brave John, It would bring good surprise!&lt;br /&gt;Feudals at the peak, poor licking their feet&lt;br /&gt;Rich throwing it out while "dogs" fighting for meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's fate? Do you know it? What's its role&lt;br /&gt;In our lives for achieving our ambitious goals?&lt;br /&gt;Is it God? or something else that's so mysterious,&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is it? I'm so curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is there to answer all of these to me&lt;br /&gt;To Learn from Him, it's the only key:&lt;br /&gt;I should throw Him some queries&lt;br /&gt;And He would signal through pixies!&lt;br /&gt;Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 20 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629979478677491990-7226779372534710126?l=proem86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/feeds/7226779372534710126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/sufis-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/7226779372534710126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278191530782190994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1fX0aK6oc/ST_nO3C_bZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_KebCIj_6R0/s320/shayan12966.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A still frame from 'Shayan and The Eight Imaginary Brides', adopted from Alex Broun's 'Rupert and The Seven Russian Brides', directed by Junaid Hafeez, staged in Bahauddin Zakariya Unviersity, Multan, Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 12 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629979478677491990-5983207172405309528?l=proem86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/feeds/5983207172405309528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1fX0aK6oc/ST_nO3C_bZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_KebCIj_6R0/s72-c/shayan12966.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629979478677491990.post-7590683780290989471</id><published>2008-12-10T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:51:59.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees In Dreams</title><content type='html'>Last night, perhaps the mid-night&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed a dream which I ain’t able to write&lt;br /&gt;But still I try to cite:&lt;br /&gt;I found you and me in the woods&lt;br /&gt;Only you and me, no other goods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wished to live together here forever&lt;br /&gt;We sighed: Would God do us this favour?&lt;br /&gt;The sky got tear, a fairy appeared in white-wear&lt;br /&gt;She came close to us and whispered in our ears:&lt;br /&gt;“God has shown instant mercy on you,&lt;br /&gt;Now you two can live here too!”&lt;br /&gt;We two, couldn’t understand why she said “too!”&lt;br /&gt;But we didn’t care&lt;br /&gt;We were happy that God respected our prayer&lt;br /&gt;It happens rare that lovers live together forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to welcome and good-bye the sun&lt;br /&gt;With smiles, hands waving and some fun!&lt;br /&gt;In between the trees, we used to run&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, besides us trees also used to run&lt;br /&gt;We were afraid of the movements&lt;br /&gt;But the only solution was consolation through embracements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to comb your hair&lt;br /&gt;You used to sleep in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you asleep, I used to whisper in your ears:&lt;br /&gt;“You look so cute, innocent and calm.”&lt;br /&gt;But once it happened I saw through the trick&lt;br /&gt;For listening to my love-words,&lt;br /&gt;You pretended to asleep like a tired kid!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah (sigh), it was so romantic and yet realistic&lt;br /&gt;Every flower, every happiness, we together used to pick&lt;br /&gt;Seeing nests, we thought to build a home of brick&lt;br /&gt;But we were afraid of His kick&lt;br /&gt;Since these trees were enough to stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed by, but still we remained shy&lt;br /&gt;We were always true, in love why to lie?&lt;br /&gt;We were overwhelmed by the abundance of blisses!&lt;br /&gt;So many blisses, even more than we made kisses!&lt;br /&gt;We can’t count kisses, so how can the blisses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were often surprised we are the only ones here?&lt;br /&gt;Often thinking logically where have we here?&lt;br /&gt;Why was the rest of the world not there?&lt;br /&gt;But there were no replies!&lt;br /&gt;And we remained mysterious about the carved trees!&lt;br /&gt;These trees made us forget all the queries and miseries&lt;br /&gt;In favour of all this: no logics, no theories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a day came when it rained&lt;br /&gt;Sky sent us a saint&lt;br /&gt;He bellowed in our ears:&lt;br /&gt;“You are about to dry,You are about to die!”&lt;br /&gt;You got horrified, I got terrified&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneously, we turned mad and sad&lt;br /&gt;What about our prayer of living together forever&lt;br /&gt;God turned back from His words? No, never!&lt;br /&gt;The final day for this life came&lt;br /&gt;The love we made here can never range&lt;br /&gt;Love remains same, only appearances change!&lt;br /&gt;Now we have become the trees&lt;br /&gt;Like all the other humans who wished to live together forever!&lt;br /&gt;He turned back from His words? No, never!&lt;br /&gt;Love remains the same, only appearances change!&lt;br /&gt;We still are lovers, lovers together, together forever!&lt;br /&gt;Now, we see another “we” in the same woods&lt;br /&gt;They run, and besides them, we also run&lt;br /&gt;They are also confused, but don’t abuse&lt;br /&gt;One day, after facing the final day,&lt;br /&gt;They will also become trees&lt;br /&gt;And these trees will become more thick&lt;br /&gt;More inviting as an ideal place to live together,&lt;br /&gt;Ideal place to stick together forever….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 3 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629979478677491990-7590683780290989471?l=proem86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/feeds/7590683780290989471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/trees-in-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/7590683780290989471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/7590683780290989471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/trees-in-dreams.html' title='Trees In Dreams'/><author><name>In the Name of Love and Revolution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172587039364276013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1fX0aK6oc/ST_7nYk8EBI/AAAAAAAAABA/Py2cSq8e7p8/S220/12333333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629979478677491990.post-770194601143973424</id><published>2008-12-10T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:43:06.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Principle</title><content type='html'>What happens when&lt;br /&gt;Something happens with a person&lt;br /&gt;That is apparently not acceptable,&lt;br /&gt;But still inevitable!&lt;br /&gt;When this happens&lt;br /&gt;Seems to him,&lt;br /&gt;He is crippled, not able to run,&lt;br /&gt;In his fate, written only “ruin, ruin!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loses all the weapons&lt;br /&gt;Courage, bravery, passion, confidence—&lt;br /&gt;All disappear as if they don’t exist!&lt;br /&gt;He loses his heart,&lt;br /&gt;Seems to one he is dead,&lt;br /&gt;Being moved in a cart,&lt;br /&gt;To the graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surroundings become hell&lt;br /&gt;Good buddies suggest, “You will, you shall!”&lt;br /&gt;Jealous ones laugh and say, “You can never get well!”&lt;br /&gt;Failure becomes a bell,&lt;br /&gt;It echoes down the whole earth,&lt;br /&gt;Suggesting you,“You are of no worth!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure&lt;br /&gt;Fills the eyes with tears&lt;br /&gt;Soul gets teared&lt;br /&gt;And the body loses its wears!&lt;br /&gt;How his ears&lt;br /&gt;Bear the sever hears?&lt;br /&gt;I swear,&lt;br /&gt;No painting can depict and rate.&lt;br /&gt;He becomes desperate,&lt;br /&gt;Desperate of his success!&lt;br /&gt;Success strikes him like circus!&lt;br /&gt;Failure deprives him of his crown&lt;br /&gt;And he becomes only a clown.&lt;br /&gt;A different type of clown!!!&lt;br /&gt;A serious clown&lt;br /&gt;Who has got nothing funny on his face&lt;br /&gt;But he has lost the race&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind his kith and kin,&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wonders and ponders&lt;br /&gt;Asks himself the reasons&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn’t he see the horizons?&lt;br /&gt;Comes a voice,&lt;br /&gt;Which satisfies him twice:&lt;br /&gt;“This universe is a mart&lt;br /&gt;No rewards without work hard!&lt;br /&gt;That’s why, God, the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Has not supported you in cards!”&lt;br /&gt;He begs His pard, (pardon)&lt;br /&gt;And learns this ‘Simple Principle’.&lt;br /&gt;It’s more to him than a word of Bible!&lt;br /&gt;Now he believes in making&lt;br /&gt;Every impossible possible!&lt;br /&gt;Just removing ‘im’&lt;br /&gt;Through working like a water-pin;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the hurdles in a bin;&lt;br /&gt;Practising like a wheel rim;&lt;br /&gt;Indulging into struggle grim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has closed all those&lt;br /&gt;Of his ears and eyes&lt;br /&gt;Through which he used to observe&lt;br /&gt;The world’s hue and cries&lt;br /&gt;Which used to make his heart fry!&lt;br /&gt;Which used to force him die!&lt;br /&gt;Now he has yelled to this world:“Good-bye, Good-bye!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure has taught him a lesson&lt;br /&gt;Though a pain as well which will never lessen&lt;br /&gt;Which was important to learn as a human.&lt;br /&gt;He makes screams, but does not weep!&lt;br /&gt;He sees dreams, but does not sleep!&lt;br /&gt;He looks at the surfaces, but also peeps into the leaks!&lt;br /&gt;He is completely out of his old costume,&lt;br /&gt;And no more in category of the weak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has strengthened his beliefs&lt;br /&gt;He has grown, so no mourn on grieves.&lt;br /&gt;Grieves are like the autumn leaves&lt;br /&gt;Which besides the green leaves&lt;br /&gt;Are born on the life’s trees!&lt;br /&gt;His colleagues call him a freak,&lt;br /&gt;But he cries, “I’m free, I’m free!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has got back his guns&lt;br /&gt;He knows, he is a son who has won&lt;br /&gt;There is more to do than to eat loafs and buns!&lt;br /&gt;He has learnt the ‘Simple Principle’&lt;br /&gt;He left funs, and now only burns!&lt;br /&gt;He has become a sun…&lt;br /&gt;He has become a sun…&lt;br /&gt;He has become a sun…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 13 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629979478677491990-770194601143973424?l=proem86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/feeds/770194601143973424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-happens-when-something-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/770194601143973424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/770194601143973424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-happens-when-something-happens.html' title='Simple Principle'/><author><name>In the Name of Love and Revolution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172587039364276013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1fX0aK6oc/ST_7nYk8EBI/AAAAAAAAABA/Py2cSq8e7p8/S220/12333333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629979478677491990.post-7511996810832857814</id><published>2008-12-10T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:25:30.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>Hey you!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you!&lt;br /&gt;I am talking to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my life&lt;br /&gt;This is not a lie:&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;You've got all the hues;&lt;br /&gt;I should call you a rainbow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a part of me&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, it seems to me:&lt;br /&gt;You are me!&lt;br /&gt;You are the sky, I am the sea&lt;br /&gt;You see in me your reflection&lt;br /&gt;We both exhibit perfection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you,&lt;br /&gt;I feel fairies smiling at me&lt;br /&gt;Angels sprinkling dewdrops&lt;br /&gt;The sun, the moon and the stars,&lt;br /&gt;The larks, the waters and flowers--&lt;br /&gt;This whole Universe dedicated to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a blessing for me --&lt;br /&gt;The greatest blessing!&lt;br /&gt;I witness God&lt;br /&gt;Since He bestows me with blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to kiss your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss them thousands of times!&lt;br /&gt;But only when they are closed&lt;br /&gt;So that You may not see&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell,&lt;br /&gt;Since I am ill,&lt;br /&gt;I ain't able to spell,&lt;br /&gt;My will.&lt;br /&gt;I can't yell,&lt;br /&gt;But still,&lt;br /&gt;I say, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not manifested my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;And it is not always necessary to show&lt;br /&gt;What is happening inside.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,the horse runs without a rider!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressions may be weak&lt;br /&gt;Through them you may not seek&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I have not&lt;br /&gt;Made a knot out of a tie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart says,&lt;br /&gt;You are indispensable&lt;br /&gt;For my existence,For my survival!&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to describe you--&lt;br /&gt;Your charm and my love for you,&lt;br /&gt;I have given enough bribe&lt;br /&gt;To my mind,&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps, it knows its limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, even I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But I thinkIt is enough for the two of us!&lt;br /&gt;So, why don't&lt;br /&gt;You leave "You",&lt;br /&gt;I leave "I"&lt;br /&gt;And become&lt;br /&gt;Only "We" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 5 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This piece was printed in &lt;strong&gt;YOUNG TIMES&lt;/strong&gt;, a weekly international magazine of Khaleej Times, published from UAE, on 7th March, 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629979478677491990-7511996810832857814?l=proem86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/feeds/7511996810832857814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/7511996810832857814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/7511996810832857814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>In the Name of Love and Revolution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172587039364276013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1fX0aK6oc/ST_7nYk8EBI/AAAAAAAAABA/Py2cSq8e7p8/S220/12333333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629979478677491990.post-755850653210788898</id><published>2008-12-10T07:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:40:29.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pakistani Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rap Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pakistani Rap'/><title type='text'>Naked (Rap)</title><content type='html'>Give me some clothes&lt;br /&gt;I am naked in the society&lt;br /&gt;I am so poor&lt;br /&gt;Give me some clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live alone&lt;br /&gt;I can’t afford loans&lt;br /&gt;Give me some clothes&lt;br /&gt;Dress me in robes&lt;br /&gt;I am naked in the society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days&lt;br /&gt;When I was in raise&lt;br /&gt;One me, everybody’s gaze&lt;br /&gt;I was fed up with praise&lt;br /&gt;The time I was with craze&lt;br /&gt;When I was called Gray’s&lt;br /&gt;I was opposite to laze&lt;br /&gt;Will you believe I was a phrase&lt;br /&gt;High above the milky-ways&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget that phase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ideal for chromatography&lt;br /&gt;But now He changed my biography&lt;br /&gt;I am no more in bibliography&lt;br /&gt;Worst has become my lexicography&lt;br /&gt;180 degree changes in my geography&lt;br /&gt;I am naked, have a look at my pornography:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry are my veins&lt;br /&gt;Shattered are my lanes&lt;br /&gt;Empty are the brains&lt;br /&gt;Rotted are the canes&lt;br /&gt;Rusted are my cranes&lt;br /&gt;Attempts- all in vain&lt;br /&gt;I can’t enjoy rains&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, more and more pains&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing is:&lt;br /&gt;The Evil of mine is not going to drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muslims ruled Spain&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how they came&lt;br /&gt;But now they are faint&lt;br /&gt;Not more than lames&lt;br /&gt;They lost their fame&lt;br /&gt;And have got limited frame&lt;br /&gt;The whole world gives them names&lt;br /&gt;And cries: Shame! Shame&lt;br /&gt;Will the history repeat again&lt;br /&gt;I know you don’t expect the same&lt;br /&gt;All it is a part of a chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s my decline&lt;br /&gt;Who will say I was a lion!&lt;br /&gt;I seem to one a person in wine&lt;br /&gt;Who will believe I used to shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary was not for John&lt;br /&gt;From Queen, I became a pawn&lt;br /&gt;At me, you all frown!&lt;br /&gt;I was thrown out of my own lawns&lt;br /&gt;And forced to eat the prawns!&lt;br /&gt;Though I am naked,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t call me a whore&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t adore,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t deserve to lower&lt;br /&gt;Oh World, don’t roar!&lt;br /&gt;I can’t bear this anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am naked in the society&lt;br /&gt;Oh God Almighty!&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t you seeing?&lt;br /&gt;If you are seeing why aren’t you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;You have always been so pleasing!&lt;br /&gt;Why are You now freezing?&lt;br /&gt;Please stop this teasing!&lt;br /&gt;Everything has a creasing!!&lt;br /&gt;Give me some clothes&lt;br /&gt;Dress me in robes&lt;br /&gt;I am so poor…&lt;br /&gt;I am so poor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 31 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629979478677491990-755850653210788898?l=proem86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/feeds/755850653210788898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/naked-rap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/755850653210788898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/755850653210788898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/naked-rap.html' title='Naked (Rap)'/><author><name>In the Name of Love and Revolution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172587039364276013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1fX0aK6oc/ST_7nYk8EBI/AAAAAAAAABA/Py2cSq8e7p8/S220/12333333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629979478677491990.post-27085584787920496</id><published>2008-12-10T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:14:00.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance</title><content type='html'>In the skies, how many stars?&lt;br /&gt;On the roads, how many cars?&lt;br /&gt;In the exam, how many marks?&lt;br /&gt;In the seas, how many sharks?&lt;br /&gt;On the globe, how many parks?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many peopleIn the dark and light,&lt;br /&gt;Some bright, some out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;How many are right?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In human body, how many nerves?&lt;br /&gt;In my life, how many curves?&lt;br /&gt;How to eat? How to serve?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many killed in 9/11?&lt;br /&gt;How much scored Michael Beaven?&lt;br /&gt;How was killed the Chinese dragon?&lt;br /&gt;What's hell? What's in heavens?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problems' rectification&lt;br /&gt;The peoples' classifcation&lt;br /&gt;The day-night transitions&lt;br /&gt;The minerals contribution&lt;br /&gt;His Mercy Distribution&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art never ages&lt;br /&gt;Love never cages&lt;br /&gt;Nature never changes&lt;br /&gt;Give me some pages&lt;br /&gt;To make a kite&lt;br /&gt;On which I may write:&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ignorant of&lt;br /&gt;A trillion things:&lt;br /&gt;Universe mechanisms, bodies metabolism-&lt;br /&gt;I never think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ignorantbecause,&lt;br /&gt;Your love was such a test&lt;br /&gt;To pass it,I have to forget the rest.&lt;br /&gt;So,I am ignorant like a fool bee&lt;br /&gt;But I love you, it's enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am king&lt;br /&gt;Of just one thing:&lt;br /&gt;Give me some pages&lt;br /&gt;To make a kite&lt;br /&gt;On which I may write:I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you playing with my sensations?&lt;br /&gt;When you know that you are my pulsations.&lt;br /&gt;Please respect my emotions!&lt;br /&gt;You and I are the same creation!&lt;br /&gt;And we are sharing the same religion!&lt;br /&gt;So,Please,Love me.&lt;br /&gt;Do me this favour!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be clever!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be ignorant forever!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be ignorant forever!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be...&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; March 14 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629979478677491990-27085584787920496?l=proem86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/feeds/27085584787920496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/ignorance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/27085584787920496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629979478677491990/posts/default/27085584787920496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proem86.blogspot.com/2008/12/ignorance.html' title='Ignorance'/><author><name>In the Name of Love and Revolution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06172587039364276013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QI1fX0aK6oc/ST_7nYk8EBI/AAAAAAAAABA/Py2cSq8e7p8/S220/12333333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
