A ride on the back of time

I jumped onto the helm of time
and held the reins of desires
to start off a journey.

A mere trot changed
into racing gallops and it
shuffled each of the sights
I laid my gaze on, keeping
the thirst of my eyes unquenched.
I was shaken off my seat
every time the earth raised
its slumbering head under its hoofs.
Amid the chaos, wishes
turned into curses

I showed time the way,
but it brought me here instead;
to the brink of a world
colored in Grey, raring
to take me along to
the darker shades of obscurity.

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My desired change in life ..

Its a responsive post for Asma’s tagging blog.

My life’s always pendulumed between contentment and cravings, a case with most the humans I guess. What I’ve felt of late is a constant pull from the side where dreams reside and contentment’s sort of lost its charisma to charm me further. Now this inclination to a particular side is worrysome not only for me but for my near and dear ones.

As I love my dreams, the situation’s become very tricky when I think of curtailing them to accommodate a few realities; the pre-requisite of surviving in this real world. If given a choice to change an aspect of my life, I will like to balance my dreamy nature with that of embracing the realities of life with a smiling face. I won’t like any one of them encroaching upon the other. I’ll like to be successful in the game of survival in a real life along with carrying fantasies that could easily be translated into tangible realities.

Things I want to happen …

I know realistically they aren’t going to materialize through mere wishes but there is no harm reminding them. Things I wanna happen soon are;

1) A change of job. (The present one is killing me for its monotony. There’s nothing new to learn and nothing much to earn for that matter 😦 ,)

2) A change in our governmental policy on terrorism. (Enough of forcefull measures to curb millitancy. The country is virtually on the brink of collapse. We don’t wanna lose Pakistan to the US conspiracies through a few morons at the helm)

3) The clarity of my mind to write frequent, fluent and effective stuff. (Writing better researched stuff to highlight societal ills for the sake of awaring the masses is what I’ve always craved but never really came up with)

4) To make my mother proud. (I can’t even imagine how difficultly she managed to raise us. The expectations to do well in our lives must be very high but I’ve done nothing of sorts to show her for the realization of her dreams)

5). To do something substantial for my people and my country. (I know my limitations yet being a firm believer in the abilities of the youth to lift the name of Pakistan, I too wanna be counted as one of them; the ones who could change Pakistan for better)

Craving For Eternity

Having lost all

my dreams

and more than half

my ambitious youth,

I’ve just recognized

time to be a brigand,

intent on stealing

everything…

There is no point

walking hand in hand

with a creature devouring

you bit by bit.

I crave for

a shelter in the

safer hands of eternity

to preserve my

remaining self.