Standing still in clutter of things
The memories of old stored in each bit
You carry some
Some you throw away
They weigh you down
But you keep them for the sake of old times
Or so you say whenever I ask you, why
But inside you try to find the reason everyday
On busier days you ponder late at night
Chasing away the sleep with tendrils of spite
Spite, you did not know you had before
Till you were among those things again
You still keep them and they remind you of what you had
I don’t know why it was better than what you have
When you do, would you let me know?
Till than I am sure you will stay awake
I can wait or walk away
Maybe I would be a memory you keep
Or a thing you throw away
I wish, I knew
I wish I could stay awake too
Share some of that burden with you
But the lights are bright
And night is not past yet
And you make me feel alone
And I know I don’t deserve to be left behind
So I will sleep but not leave
I guess, I am sucker for memories as well
Make allowances for people, command what is right, and turn away from the ignorant. (Surat Al-A‘raf, 199)
Forgiveness. We find it so impossible to forgive and even harder to forget. There is so much good in this world. So much good in people so much that people do for you that makes them deserving for genuine smile by you if nothing else. We find it so hard to forgive those who were not even related to us, with whom we never had the chance to meet, chance to talk to. Chance to know. What gives us the authority on their personal choices? What gives us authority to judge them for things they said or did or lived things which we did not affect us. Remember the people by the good they did for you. The people who listened to you and did not judge even though you did quiet questionable things, even I you are not friends with them anymore. People who spent hours and days with you, who saved something for you, you forgot behind. It’s alright you and them don’t think the same. When I turn back there is a list of people who I don’t talk to anymore. Some who hurt me, some who moved on, who changed, some who made some mean choices. Does all that make them bad people? One has to remember not always we make the best choices, sometimes we do things unconsciously that might hurt someone else. All of us do it, we are humans, we make so many mistakes, we all need to forgiveness, we all want acceptance, we seek forgiveness at some level. We all are sinners, big ones. Do onto others what you want done onto you. So next time you point finger at a person dead or alive, holding them to be judged for what they did or said. Remember you might have done something worse, only difference is that you don’t have a mob judging you. You as Individual or as group of people don’t have the authority to judge or forgive or spew hate. Everyone is responsible for their actions, so am I and so are you. So be nice, with everyone, or silent if niceness comes hard in that situation, even though you are judging them in your heart, try to keep it that way. Life for you and for all people all around you will be so much be easier. Things are so hateful, virtual wars and hate matches the standard of violence like none before, so it would be one drop less in the ocean of unasked prejudice if we don’t contribute.
Yesterday I was reading an article, or more like just a headline and the internet trolls had made a feast out of it. Pakistan dissing, cursing and just your regular internet trolling. They somehow manage to find all that is wrong with country while artfully forgetting they are the root of the problem. Such posts are everyday occurrence they can sour one’s mood like vinegar curdles the milk.
Then today I saw a post about some guy buying his cabbie McDonald’s, because he wanted a snack and did not feel right eating by himself when he had another man next to him.
Yeah we are an economic disaster. And not the most morally sound society but when you see, just tiny gestures like this happening, they give you such a warm feeling that you just want to high-five that person and tell him/her it was not just a kind thing they did because they did not feed a starving man or help out a jobless man. They just gave somebody with less fortunate economic conditions, their due respect which so many of us forget to do everyday.
To all those people who thank their help or by gesture show them that they are not just the serving class but an integral part of society without which quiet frankly we can’t really function. I give you a standing ovation. Because people like you make me feel good. Even though I have no part in your act it still does.
‘Image by Artist Kate Powell’
She stood swaying with the momentum of the bus. Her one arm encircling the pole for support, her other holding her infant against her shoulder. She had a bag in her hand which she clutched tightly. Her face was deviod of all emotion.she did not look happy or sad, she did look poor. Her worn out shirt that allowed glimpse of her swollen stomach was proof of that. But she did not feel poor. She moved ever so slightly when new passengers got on. Always trying desperately to hold on to that pole. No one offered the sick looking woman with a infant on her shoulder a seat nor did she try to grab one when passengers got off. Probably in life of constants discomforts another 40 minutes of standing in a packed bus did not feel like much. When her infant woke up it did not cry. Just rubbed it’s face against it’s bearer’s shoulder. She smiled at her infant. You know how they write in the romantic novels “her eyes lighted up when she saw him”. I saw that for the first time in my more then score of a life. I saw that woman’s eyes light up with real stars in them or it was the sun reflecting when she looked at her child. I saw her lips curve in the that smile which can light up half the town as in taylor swift ‘s song. I realized that woman was not sad or happy, or why she did not feel poor. She was alone and that child at her shoulder in a small reflexive action of opening her eyes had taken away that loneliness. She got of after that. I will always remember her for her smile.
Everything looks less bigger when you are with someone to walk over it with. Lives seems worth fighting for if you have someone to share it with.
The darkness spreads form east to west
Its cold make hearts shudder in distress
Evil arrests the concious of the rest
Hope slowly fades away in wake of dead
Pain engulfs the lives of those left
Silence of the dead is still heard by lifeless
Can you not feel our distress?
The dreams shattered by metal
Sons ripped from the mothers with cruelness
Slowly as life ebbs away I think of stars
Who shine long after a nova
I wish I was that life which if not live might light
The world’s of those I have left behind
I who have died needless..
In the war made by the faceless
Our saviors fight so that we can rest
Don’t take our fall as their fault
This is a losing battle
We fight till we can’t
To the day the we have upper hand
In this war against the man
In which we stand alone in hurricane
The eggs still break never the less
I wish I can say this will end
But I have learned better along with many dead
We are standing at the edge
They will say we have already lost
That we are just not ready to accept
I want you to remember that they are wrong
You are still here if I am not
That is enough if not all