Some random artwork
February 8, 2010 by Aadil
Posted in Art | Tagged Artwork, Drawings, Islamic Caligraphy, Landscapes, Paintings | 6 Comments »
Writing Haiku
February 2, 2010 by Aadil
Below here are a few random attempts at writing haiku, courtesy the inspiration from a few nice fellows at DWL.
1)
Alone in Isloo;
I enjoy the company
of mom in mardan
2)
Nineteen, forty five;
a generation lost
on a spur of rage
3)
Worshiping haiku,
we count on our fingertips
seventeen syllables
4)
Gigantic egos,
collide in futile battles,
relations suffer.
Posted in Haiku, Love, inspiration in poetry, longing, metaphorical | Tagged Ego, Haiku, Inspiration, Love, mother, Relations, World War II | 8 Comments »
پرتو خور سے ہے شبنم کو فنا کی تعلیم
ہم بھی ہیں ایک عنایت کی نظر ہونے تک
A single glance of favor, nothing much, O’ my lady luck!!
Posted in Favorite Poetry, Love, My Random Thoughts, Poetry, inspiration in poetry, longing, metaphorical | Tagged Desperation, Ghalib, Inspiration, Lady Luck, longing, Prayer | 6 Comments »
Of all the great definitions of life brought up by many a great mind, the one that truly manifests it is short like the life itself which says, ‘it ends’. However, the enormity of trials and tribulations one suffers makes one wonder as to how come they fit into the tiniest of times an average human is allowed to spend here.
Domestic worker Shazia lived a small chunk of an average human life but the marks on her tortured body revealed an agony well beyond her 13 years.
We are largely a race of myopic merry makers, blissful in our escapism, tut-tutting phrases like, ‘life is an ice-cream; enjoy it before it melts’
Posted in Day to Day, My Random Thoughts, Pakistan, humanity, social evils, society | Tagged Child Abuse, Child Labour, Indifference, Life Conundrum, Poverty, Shazia tortured to death, society, The Plight Of Domestic Workers In Pakistan | 2 Comments »
The death of word, verse and dream
January 20, 2010 by Aadil
The malaise sat into my senses and trickled exactly into the lacunae left by the departed dreams. Now I feel I’d shortly bid adieu to whatever remaining links I have with the world. I feel like I have been living whatever Mr. Moeen Nizami said in the words below;
Hamaray lafz
aaghaz e marasim may tau kuch ma’soom say logo’n ko
bayhad achay lagtay thay
na janay in may kya kya tha, buhut mashoor kun thay woh
magar woh lafz jhootay thay, unhay tauqeer kya milti.
Hamaray shaer aaghaz e marasim may tau kuch ma’soom say logo’n ko
bayhad achay lagtay thay
woh dil darya kay mauti thay, adab may ghair mamooli izafa thay
magar woh shaer khotay thay, inhay ta’seer kya milti.
Hamaray khawb, aaghaz e marasim may tau kuch ma’soom say logon ko
bayhad achay lagtay thay
magary woh khawb andhay thay
inhay ta’beer kya milti.
Yeh anjam e marasim kay marahil hai’n
shikast e lafz o shaer o khawb kay yeh dil garifta aayeenay dil kay muqabil hai’n
Posted in My Random Thoughts, Personal, Random poetry, fiction, inspiration in poetry, longing, metaphorical | Tagged Dreams, Moeen Nizami, Relations, Verse, Words | 6 Comments »
Islamic Calligraphy
January 11, 2010 by Aadil
Posted in Art | Tagged Art, Drawing, Islamic Calligraphy, Painting | 19 Comments »
An Exercise III
January 6, 2010 by Aadil
Here the theme is Parallax with I having all the liberty in the world to use whatever words I can. But all I am able to conjure are these ordinary lines below. I’ve promised to myself to try out the theme with some other interpretation, but for now I have all it is.
what was the point, then
to lionize
my pale,frail,filthy frame
to that of a man
for all the seasons
of love
when you gazed upon me
from a point of no return
through the scarlet
shades of what
ran in your veins,
only to distance to
a place where all
that were sought were
golden returns,
by investing sentiments.
Distances sure make
one require lenses to see;
gilded in your case.
Posted in Descriptions, Love, My Random Thoughts, My poems, Personal, Poetry, Random poetry, fiction, inspiration in poetry, metaphorical | Tagged Distances, Love, Parallax, Writing exercise, Writing practice | 7 Comments »
An Exercise II
December 29, 2009 by Aadil
The theme is Mirror(s) and the words to use are Stall(ed), Plaque, Grille, Stellate, Scar and Daylight. The concept is rather tricky for me to keep a consistency with especially to incorporate in it the mentioned words but I shouldn’t whine as long as it helps me un-knot my mind. So here’s the attempt I came up with. Your suggestions are welcomed.
There’s no complexity here;
we’re no more than a few animates
and a handful of cosmic granules
juxtaposed in the recurrence
of eternal themes,
manipulated by the shades
of divine incandescence.
The Sun tries in vain
to whitewash its pain
in broad daylight that is
imprinted in scars
on the countenance of Moon.
There have always been men
having stellates in their chests
whose glow show paths
to many a lost tribe.
My father fixed his eyes
in those of the eternity
but the dusk drank up the light.
Now I’m transfixed to the plaque
of his memories
as I stare deep
into the looking-glass of time.
Its been the same fire
grilling us forever.
You’ve stalled to admit,
but I know it all;
we’re blind yet we can see
ourselves through the eyes
of Farhad and Shireen.
Posted in Descriptions, Love, My Random Thoughts, My poems, Poetry, Random poetry, inspiration in poetry, metaphorical | Tagged Metaphors of Mirror, Mirrors, The Sun And The Moon, Writing exercise | 4 Comments »
An Exercise
December 25, 2009 by Aadil
Cav is generous in help and I’m indebted for his gesture. He gave me a theme of ‘memory’ with words like ‘grove’ ‘midgets/midges’ ‘tingle’ ‘dusk’ and ‘window’ to be used in the development of a concept. I tried it abliet with a frozen mind resisting to unshackle and came up with a raw, rushed up (I wasn’t hastened, though) story. Here it is. It will be shaped, reshaped and even written off, in light of you people’s suggestions.
Sitting poles apart
in his cozy room
he would crave to be
a part of the scence
when he’d watch
on his tv screen,
the glistening Himalayan peaks
kissing the Indus-blue cheeks
of the sky that would blush
into all the possible hues.
As if a speck of a mettle
enchanted towards a gigantic magnet
he found himself moving
towards the mountaneous range.
Standing at the feet
of the Nanga Purbut
he was a midget
filled with the naivete
to surmount love.
Pinching the body
of the slumbering beast
he crawled up
unaware of the pitfalls
waiting under the sheets
of white snow.
The arrival of dusk
emboldened the air
that lanced through
his mountaineering gear
as he was tingled
before being gobbled
by a cavernous hole.
It all happened in a trice;
his body writhed like a fish
in protest of decption,
his heart blissed out
and froze like that
of the beloved
and his mind rolled
in a backward motion
showing him the glimpse
of his wife sitting across
the window pane
staring deep at the
grove where they’d play
hide and seek.
Posted in Descriptions, Inspiration in prose, Love, My Random Thoughts, Pakistan, Poetry, Random poetry, fiction, inspiration in poetry, metaphorical, mysterious | Tagged Himalayas, Mountaineering, Nanga Parbat, Tragedies, Writing exercise, Writing prompts | 2 Comments »
Rambling …
December 22, 2009 by Aadil
As dryness prevails with no clouds in sights or those roaming the skies are bereft of moisture, I cannot fish for ideas in the erstwhile pool of imagination, for it is long sucked by the intensity of times. So, I decide to set out on a ramble towards nothingness, than waiting in futility for something non existent. I wander about in the vast expanse of the Writers Block when my eyes catch a glimpse of something shimmering, ‘Ah, thats it, move on lest it fades!’. And it fades the moment I reach there. In this wilderness I’ve found good allies in mirages; they play games with me. But like every other game this game has to end and I dont want to be a loser. I’ve already have my hands full of emptiness. I better make some rain that will fill the pools of my imagination where fish of different ideas will brood to give me a choice to catch ideas from.
P.S: ‘Fishing for ideas in a pool’ is something I heard from Cav
Posted in Hope, My Random Thoughts | Tagged Hope, Ideas, Nothingness, rain, Rambling, Venting, Writers Block | 8 Comments »
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