Shackled, But Celebrating Independence

Today, we are proudly celebrating Pakistan’s Independence Day. But I wonder, why? Are we really independent from oppression, from the barbaric thirst of murdering innocents, from the opposition of other races? A real pity is the realization that sixty eight years ago, the British and the Indians were inflicting this agony upon us, but today, in what we consider a modern age, it is us, the Muslims, the Pakistanis oppressing, killing and opposing our selves.
While the sacrifices carved by our ancestors are insurmountable and indubitably, can not be overlooked, the situation in the country is irrevocably deplorable and growing dire by the minute. In the twentieth century we bled for a land, but today, it is the nation out of whose wounds black blood mercilessly oozes out of. Back then, our properties were confiscated and burned by another race, but the irony is that today, we are burning our own country to the ground, to ashes.
While I do not oppose the independence day celebrations, i can not quite come to accept it. One day a year, we are waving flags and painting our faces green with so much vigor and passion and we are overwhelmed with patriotism and valour, the remaining three sixty five days in a year, we are doing everything on the contrary. We are thriving, but with greed and a tangible sense of self-preservation. We are driving foward, not on the basis of the foundation of this country, which is Islam, but destruction.
Are we sure we really want to celebrate Independence Day today? Because our ancestors achieved Pakistan gallantly but we are own own charge, repelling our own people, shackled to short-lived outbursts of patriotism that are as good as dead, giving birth to chaos when the air is yet still impregnated with hopes belonging to the spirits of our ancestors, whose efforts to achieve these grains of sand are monumental but alas, in vain!

DELIRIUM

The star-ridden sky tempestuously descends upon us
Swollen with unjust divinity, its lights guide us home
And into a realm where it’s you and I and just us alone
For here arises an echoing silence, impregnated with hope

Bathed in your tangible presence, unfathomably palatable
And when your merciless gaze begs to be aligned with mine
It is your savagery and benevolence that makes me unwind
We ravenously kindle passions, so brazen, it renders us blind

Peer past the horizon, it’s where the tranquil infinity resides
Surrender to the fantasy, a labyrinth of myths where we lie
Worship your god but let your fidelity be entwined with mine
Make me the sight to your eyes, let the untamed fiends collide

Let the grief of your sins gently escort you to paradise
But into an inferno where your dreams dissolve into mine
Burden me with hollow promises even if it’s only for tonight
Embrace me, let the night deliriously fade but burst into life.

Beyond

You and I, as we salaciously surrender ourselves to the night
It’s as the clock ruthlessly chimes and nightingales blithely cry
That your insatiable demons come alive & begin to please mine

It’s as we flare up and fall that we remain ravenously entwined
Under the starry sky, atop the grains of sand, within moonshine
You and I, we are cosmically drawn to an infernally divine light

We bask in the pleasures that we’ve purloined from the beyond
Caressed by a tempestuous breeze, and we give in to our wrongs
From paradise do we godly descend and for infinity do we depart

It’s as we rise with the sun that we chivalrously begin to glide as one
Your whispers, my desires and our unholy embrace tangibly combined
And within the thrall of a passionate need that we truly begin to unwind!

Our Descent.

Pray and tell, do you believe in reminiscing about the past or does your faith lie in the famous proverb ‘never look back’?
In my opinion, both the former and the latter remain contradictory to one another. One can’t live in the present while pondering upon the past, neither can one live without springing a lesson from it. And we certainly have a hands-down proof.
Take the deteriorating political condition of Pakistan, for instance. We started from a united and a tranquil community which believed in brotherhood and peace, and today, the high ground that we ‘apparently’ stand upon is composed of a community which believes in religious discrepancies and reduction of our own people to ashes, and all in the name of greed and self-interest.
From the undying struggles undergone by our ancestors, today we stand here, not at war with another religion but instead, with our own. Not with racially different political parties, but with those of our own nation. The irrefutable combat that our ancestors took part in taught us many lessons, but we did not learn anything from it, did we? Because our minds loiter within an oblivion, juvenile and unripe, like that of a child.
Our political leaders, are more obsessed with delivering us with hollow promises and filling their sagging tummies illegally with wads of cash. In this decade, particularly, the egos of the political leaders are more empowering than their dedication to their nation’s citizens. Take a glance at the traffic system, our education system, our communal system, there isn’t an ounce of dignity or any sense of law that prevails. We haven’t evolved.
And quite evidently, we are not at all acquainted with wisdom. Because by the end of the day, we are cowards, defying reality and sticking to our own comfort zone, rather than holding our heads high and bringing about even just a minor revolution.

Thoughts, suffocating me.

Today, I do not send these words out to alter the revolting mentality and beliefs of other human beings. Instead, I speak to the universe itself and implore it to see within itself, to interpret the palpability of anguish and misery that resides here.
We are living in the twenty first century, but we must admit that our perception and temperament belongs to that of the ancient civilisation. Religion, in this epoch, is somewhat of an ambiguity. Despite the fact that each religion preaches in co-relevance with another. However, it is our very own pride and ego that shields us from sanity. We are at a war with our own people, with our own religion, I dare say. If we refrain ourselves from respecting and honouring other religions, pray and tell, how is it that we can establish peace amidst our society?
Each doctrine of faith is divided unto two categories, the ones who balance out their life by living in accordance with the religion they follow and the ones who corrupt the name of their own religion, degrading and committing such sacrilegious deeds, contradicting the very core of the religion they believe they so diligently follow.
Earlier this week, it came to my attention that Germans were carrying our protests against Islam, not Muslims, not extremists but Islam. As many as twenty five thousand people contributed to it. And I was as disgusted as I was saddened by this barbaric act of Europeans. They consider themselves as a species that is somewhat unbiased, with-holding no prejudice. However, I must ask that if carrying out rallies against a religion that, whatsoever, holds no affiliation with such apocalyptic and brutal repercussions.
Hundreds of thousands of Muslims died in Gaza and and thousands of them are victimised every day in various other countries, are they given any thought? No, they are considered as inescapable casualties. A dozen French murdered, and they debase and dehumanise an entire religion based on that and nothing antagonises me more. Europeans and Americans murder their own, hundreds of them each second to gratify their self-esteem, and their cannibalistic actions are concluded as maudlin incidents, and not acts of terror.
ISIS, for instance, they kidnapped citizens of one of the most innocent and innocuous nations, Japan.
IS, in my opinion, is the ugliest fate this world could ever encounter. Even dogs don’t kill their own. And here they are, vultures, victimising their own kind, and all to contend their own unmanly pride.
In their defence, enslaving women and beheading men is but a sinless act. But I ask of you, which part of the Holy Quran permits such barbaric acts? They are generating such hatred for Islam throughout the world that it is turning into an abysmal religion, a religion that everyone stands against. The pigs belonging to the ISIS proudly hold their heads high and inform us that they are honouring Islam, and Allah. That their laurel lies in the cannibalistic murders that they oh-so righteously commit. But when has Islam ever preached that sexually assaulting women is acceptable. Such garbage, such cowardice, exploiting Islam. Nothing disgusts me more that the knowledge that such people have adopted this magnificent religion to stand against.

No religion justifies such merciless mutilations. And certainly not Islam.

Surrendering

It is as the sunlight blends unto a glorious, cloudless sky
The morning dew drowns us and shreds our illusion of lies
Your gaze and mine, colludes together and winds up aligned
We’re blind, but our entwined hearts are like diamond mines

I cascade through your soul and crash where merriment’s galore
I find myself descending but beyond where robins magnificently soar
And as you capture me within the infernal cradle of a paradisal throne
The choruses deepen but your decadent embrace beckons me forth

You may be a dream but the palpability of your existence is ardently alive
I swirl & I twirl & I prance & I dance, as you unravel my humanity’s pride
And it is as I surrender to an ungodly god, my succubus jumps and jive
It is as we undo one another that we gleam brighter than a candle’s light

Bound together and we are the lanterns guiding the demons to heaven
Enraptured by your caresses & gratifying becomes my eternal penance
You whisper & I shiver and synchronised, we succumb to our pleasures
We’re like the untamed phantoms, brimming to life like untamed dragons!

Black Day ~12-16-2014

Today, it’s as if the horizon collides with an ocean of blood
Rivulets of nation’s tears amalgamate into an abysmal flood

And from our core, our infernal demons arise and dance
But paradise is where the guileless angels blithely prance

Their breaths were timed, and their deaths turned humanity blind
But encaged within God’s sight, their veils of peace & delight collide

Here, moans & wails scar the night & untamed terrors come alive
But in another realm, a frolicking laughter echoes & bliss abides

In His insatiable words, our fortitude resides & His wonders survive
In His embrace & in our faith, hope & solace, together they all dine.