Defeat to our own ABJURE!!

download (4)At times we are often mislead ,we find ourselves in a thread .We are like questions under jumbled paragraphs .We are like that one leaf which strives for freedom .We are like an ice when put down breaks.Sometimes , coincidences, love aren’t the only remedies .We find ourselves stuck in between two huge mountains fighting for our exit .Sometimes we prefer TRANCE music more then our own loved ROCK.Sometimes words don’t tend to have any meaning and anthapology seems  to lost all reference to soul.Sometimes we tend to break up from our soul and that’s the time where we feel ABANDONED.

Belonging to the happiest world before we tend to loose our charm.We see the rainbow but its black .We start finding the Dove logo everywhere , but we come across the Illuminati signs .Abridgment is what we find in every peace giving speeches .We find that center in the blue sky but it disappears for we blink.Everything starts losing its eccense .We don’t tend to rekindle the dreams we had once seen .

Joie de vivre ,is a word whose meaning stands for “THE JOY OF LIVING” seems to be non existing in our dictionary .When every things fail we try our hand on our family .But at this point families prejudice becomes poignant too .we find ourselves in cage ,trapped like a looser team feels at loosing time. We want to re live again , start everything afresh  but we fail. .

Under the blue sky ,we then try to ask ourselves the cause . Cause of our heart break. Numerous reasons are placed before us ,but we are tangled and our exordium to this world seems to have no meaning .In the bundle of reasons we don’t see the ray of hope we just see the oceans of black.

Relief is what we ask in this messed up world of our own . Relief from our own piled up problems.Relief from our vacation from God . We tend to disbelieve the erudite  and their philosophies in their books .We all need is RELIEF.

Etymology  of the word abandonment has always gone to the root of word that spells like PRAYER.Prayers; remembering God,heals up the wounds of the ached heart.We stand up high for we have crossed the tangled reasons and finally found the one and only solution of abandonment that is “PRAYERS”.Now we tend to rejoice in the world of God, that’s the time we defeat “ABJURE”,and lead ourselves to our own “lost desires”.Repugnance is left far behind ,for we start to  travel to the road of “Enthusiasm ” .

Story from beneathe

snow4I was made of blue mountains, I was made of blue and white rivers
Alpine trees could seduce the tourists
I was famous for the crown ,

I was overwhelmed ,i was jovial
I was on the cloud 9 ,
the black swans were far from me
But that was time I was made to feed the heartless materialistic people in field ,

I am no poet, I am no singer ,
I can’t chant slogans I can’t breathe
For my life is now on edge
Either ways I am bound to meet a fall ,

Sometimes I am lively , sometimes I am haughty Both the times my blood is juvenile
I was crafted for the only title that said ‘if there is a paradise on earth it is this it is this , but it seems I am now the real KASHMIR ,

Poets of the fall who entitled me with this would have been honest if only people would have loved me
But they left me with blood ,dead ,rivers ,fake trees and still want freedom for me ,

Hypocrisy ruled me ,and is still,
I am no stand for me I am muted
I don’t find myself rhyming
For I have lost the tune of the rhythm ,

My brothers are being martyred
And sisters are being killed
I ask this question out very loud
For I was just another child named KASHMIR ,

What fault is on me that I am being slaughtered
I sigh as I keep my pen down for my words are left unheard even by a mere deaf
I still want to live , don’t murder me for you will go to hell jail ,

I still want to breathe don’t stop my breathes for punishment is tyranny ,
I want to be called as ‘jaanat -e kashmir –
For I have blood flowing down the streams the rivers are dead for eternity !


Madeeha Majid

Winter left days ago,
but somehow the cold still lingers.
With the breeze that blows:
what’s left, slowly drifts away too.

The eyes are open,
but somehow still in deep slumber.
With the shrill voices of stillness around,
what couldn’t be expressed becomes well-known.

The agony of the harshness seem glued to the skin,
but somehow lives alongside the unsettled pain of the loss to bear.

Spring knocks,
but somehow the flowers try hard to bloom.
With the wrongs done,
the rights seem out of place.
Yes, the winter has gone,
but somehow the cold still lingers.

Maybe it’s this place I live in;
maybe it’s this deceased silence.

Maybe it’s the numbness of pain.

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s just you.
But to them, I know. It’s nothing new.

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306657_342593849170241_253941047_nThere is a hole in your heart
It needs to be filled,
But despair has covered
The sheets of endless love .

What to do ? When the sky gets dark
Your dreams don’t seem to be clear
& you fade ,
You see yourself screaming to world ,
But left unheard you are their standing alone .

Now you are hating everything around ,
You also throw away things apart ,
But something is holding you to the grip
Of love to God and his blessings .

You then try everything ,remedies
Seem to fail ,
You even try to suicide but you
Are not brave
You try to look for a ray of hope
But still you get endless sheet of despair .

Music doesn’t seem to be appropriate ,
Books are too farther in list ,
You try to smoke ,try to hurt
But it fails for you Are all alone .

Now in this situation you once had a dream
You wake up and smelled the sunset of yellow , someone knocked at the door and calmed you down ,
For you were breathing too fast .

And in the end you concluded a fact ,
It was just HALLUCINATION that
You had been wondering about !