The blank space

Harmed in the sphere of biased lives I crept inside

Knowing not the untamed struggle ,I harness my enemies easily

Like a serpents venom and a child’s heart I lived

Facing the blank space of my own desire for venegence

I struggled and struggled victory and death together I pretended

I was a strong window of bolted chains of sorrow

Until I laid my head down under the blank space .

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Ongoings.

Let me reach to you

I am a devil

Don’t do right , do wrong

I am the opposite.

Who has measured your birth?

Pictures and few faces!

Ask them ,do they have a note

Of their own doings?

Ongoings.

You are sleepless,thinking of light

Its dark away , now you are a devil

A stranger to good,let it go

World is full of bullies,you be your

Own doing, push them steal them away from the moment

Carpediem

Ongoings.

 

Now is time to flourish,be strong

Pluck all the Eden’s and dance

Forget about the snake you saw last

Enjoy in the black death of past

Simulacra

Ongoings.

Death ,came so fast

You wandered like a shroud

You wore it on your ongoings

Like a king in the war.

Adieu

Wrongdoings.

 

Praxis .

I was into bliss of shadows

When my master turned to me

A meadow of landscape

Came into a vision

A lad fingering every flower

Came to the centre of vision.

I was in blood , crying for help

People of my institution just looked at me

I kept scratching my head for reason

I held Quran in my hand and tasbi

The mascarred was lying in front of me

I had killed him , though he was a human.

A human killed a human , I was appalled by my action.

I cried because my family was far

Blood after all , who has found its pair?

So far I am in blood and the slain too.

I keep on searching for something

Something that is unknown.

In a minute of time I am at a different place,

Maybe a hospital of unconscious

I wish that none among my family visits me ,

What will I tell them about my hidden murderer?

Meanwhile , people came and sympathize me,

Out of curiosity maybe.

I smiled back , and into the future

I recover.

Not twice , not thrice

But many times I get this vision.

What is it lord.

I ain’t have any praxis over being a visionary,

I am a sinner , a struggler.

Though praxis may help.

And in the minute I was happy

For meeting my master.