My World ... as described in my words

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Aadil — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 17:41:24 +0000

Dreams are a fistful of glowing embers

burning the fate-lines on my palm;

I hold them dear

not to let them die of cold-

shoulders meant to rest a head

full of bruised imaginations,

carry coffins of hopes,

fallen from a sky replete

with rollicking stars.

And the moon that swelled with pride

every night we conversed

seems to have suffered a memory loss

as it stares me blank,

its countenance oddly pale.

Words in agony

Aadil — Wed, 29 Jun 2011 12:05:29 +0000

Quenchless words flap their broken wings

but they fall short every time they try a flight

from the dry, rigid terrain of my brain;

their squeaking beaks pierce holes in my soul

yet their pain remains confined.

Clouds cover my thoughts but it seldom rains.

Instead they languish in travails, I pray they be dead

lying in the deathless embrace of the waiting white sheets.

The OBL Episode

Aadil — Wed, 04 May 2011 11:57:59 +0000

The last couple of days have been eventfully immense. The guy who figured central in the security turnarounds in Afghanistan and Pakistan for the last 20 years or so, someone been dubbed as the most wanted person to the USA, the enigma called Osama Bin Laden is said to be killed and ‘taken out’ from a house in Abbottabad in a Sting operation conducted by the US Army. The US civilian and military leadership pronounced the news to be a great victory and ‘justice’ to the victims of the twin towers in New York. The US military took all the credit of the operation terming it their own and that they were in surveillance of the hideout for quite some time.

The details of the event as they poured in and swelled through the idiot boxes in Pakistan, made the masses bamboozled much like Osama did the world media and leadership at large. Our ‘democratic’ and military leadership were caught unawares leading the former, the PM of Pakistan to issue an abrupt statement much in the tone of Obama.

The military are still keeping mum as to what exactly transpired. The significance of the event is such that the Pakistan Army might find itself between a rock and hard place. If it confesses a role in the operation, it in effect invites the wrath of a wounded enemy; if it denies an involvement, serious questions arise over its ability to defend the national borders.

The operation itself looks dubious. The haste it involved, the city the location and the very presence of the person who suffered renal failures almost a decade ago. Somebody told this scribe that Osama had a dialysis session at the CMH Rawalpindi in the late nineties and that he was gifted a dialysis machine by the hospital administration. How on earth could an aged dialysis patient survive without constantly been treated, especially when no such equipment was found in the house that is said to have been constantly monitored and whose inhabitants are said to be aloof and isolated? Why such haste to dispose the body of the most wanted criminal on earth? And why the waters when he could be showcased to the world for the fate he met? The more one probes the matter the more deceitful the story appears. We haven’t yet forgotten Donald Rumsfeld’s confession of the false grounds Iraq was invaded on.

However twisted the story seems, the US of A delivered a decisive punch to floor an ‘ally’. The points it aimed to score are;

To send a message that it can strike anyone, anytime and anywhere
To salvage something of a war it is finding hard to win
To keep its ‘strategic partner’ under pressure to ‘do more’
To legitimize its claims of a ‘double-game’ the Pakistani spy agencies play
To further alienate the Pakistani masses from an erstwhile trusted Army
To legitimize drone insertions

These are tricky times for an energy short, ill governed Pakistan. The confidence of the people ever dwindles. The civil and military leadership need to come out firm and erase the layers of ambiguity around this whole OBL episode. We could always start afresh if the sincerity and will is there.

These days ..

Aadil — Mon, 28 Feb 2011 10:30:35 +0000

The blinking cursor

curses even more

when you keep staring the screen

like an ullu

(wont use the word ‘owl’

for it is wise in the West)

flailing futile for the straw

of an idea to catch; unlike the hay

stuffed in the hollow of your brain.

It is right then, when you shut the cursor down

and go on a Tweeting spree.

A random visit to my blog

Aadil — Mon, 24 Jan 2011 08:05:59 +0000

Its been a while; almost three months since I let the one or two kind visitors of this blog know what rambled in my mind. The hiatus was long but not an uneventful one. The events begged to be vented but the eternal ennui that I suffer from did not let me type it here. Events like seeing off a very dear friend to the far off lands, like the death of a few more dreams, like a near one coming miraculously back to life, warranted detailed posts but the reason is obvious with a lazy me. All the while what disturbed me the most was a dry spell of ideas to form a poem-cloud, the spell still protracts. All I have is an incomplete poem that I started to write for my mother which I’d hopefully complete in a few moths time and that hopefully will be the next post on this blog. Lemme sleep again

Islamic Calligraphic Drawings

Aadil — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 12:10:43 +0000

A few more Islamic Calligraphic Drawings that my brother worked on;

Disowned

Aadil — Thu, 28 Oct 2010 10:14:57 +0000

The shoulder

of my muse

is colder

than the ice

in south

and northern poles

combined.

Blink

Aadil — Tue, 26 Oct 2010 08:22:22 +0000

The doors

of a mascara shrine

are shut

and a devotee is crushed

in the lids,

dying a peaceful death

Random Tweets

Aadil — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 08:52:01 +0000

Who cares for quality when one is not even able to string two decent lines in to a a blogpost! So I better stop this nonsensical wait for a poem to pour or some concentration to muster in a prose. I better share with you my random mind that I tweeted away in the span of a fortnight or so.

There’s a certain North star that I’m in love with for the conspicuous glitter it has; Its heart might have caught a bigger fire!

the bigger the fire the brighter the face!

If only we could erase our sorrows from the slate of our mind! If only we could write ourselves all over again!

Could I rise from the ruins; wish I could grow wings like a phoenix!

I’ve become a cynic; a terrible one at that!

Raith say buth na bana aey meray achay fankaar; aik lamhay ko teher, may tujhay pathar la dooN!

So, where’s my galaxy when the sun’s sunk into the horizon?

Passing through a weird phase that has the potential to make or annihilate my inner being; wish I metamorphose to something good!

Dont succumb to vanity; Cling on!

As if someone’s clipped the wings of my imagination; I cant get out of the box to write and think! I’m dying to write something, really!

Gimme Thy blessings! Gimme the fertility of thoughts!

The sun is breathing its last! Lemme absorb its dying beauty in my eyes!

I love it when the orangish tinge of the dying sun reflects in my eyes!

safar dushwaar hay lakin; tumhari yaad kay gul; raah may khushboo lutatay hain

I was ‘optimistook’ hence am a pessimist!

The world tastes me porridge every time I’m high on the wine of dreams!

Give me some food for thought; I’m hungry since eternity!

Am not a cannibal but I still have the crave to hold your quivering heart and taste whether it tastes my love!

Random Thoughts

Aadil — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 10:12:58 +0000

Floods: They have wrecked the body structure of Pakistan. Starting from the mountains in the north in KPK and protracting through the plains of southern Punjab to Sind and Baluchistan. The waters were never so high and never so wide to sweep along high buildings, bridges, houses, crops, cattle and most of all precious human lives. The dent to the infrastructure is immense. The misery of millions of our folks is heart-wrenching. People are starved of food, bereft of shelter and exposed to water rife in epidemics. What they need now is the support of us all spared by the calamity. The magnitude of the disaster makes it our obligation to try and restore the lives, pride and dignity of our people in troubled waters.

Altaf bhai: As if we were short of the disasters, bhai saab wants us to be hit by another. In his recent signature telephonic sermon the moron politician invited ‘the patriots’ in military to come forth and take over the reins of this ill-governed state (of the government he himself is a part). He acts crocodile when says he is moved by the cause of the flood-stricken – advocating the cause in his cozy London flate where he’s glued from eternity come hell or high water. And more so, his proposed military takeover to him is neither a martial law nor something unconstitutional – a marriage of both amid the larger national tragedy. He wants chaos, utter chaos!

Spot-Fixing: Let us not bash them left right and center. Let us not propose punishments. It is pre-mature. The allegations are still to be proved. Till whatever comes this latest scandal of spot-fixing by some of the Pakistan cricketers is damaging with a potential to taint the very image of Pakistan and its cricket beyond redemption. Controversies of one or the other kind has been a regular feature on the Pakistan English tours throughout history. The English media is always on a lookout to malign the gifted players from our part of the world. This is not to say our cricketers are innocent. There is a possibility of black sheep everywhere. But they ought not to be considered guilty until proved so. I feel for Aamir. He is too young, too talented to lose his reputation and career in the nasty business of match or spot-fixing. I wish he’s not the culprit!