known unknowns....

Reports that say that somethings hasn't happened are always interesting to me, because as we know, there are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that it is to say we know there are somethings we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns- the  ones we don't know we don't know.


very puzzling but absolutely true and honest and ofcourse fun words from US Defence Secretary Donald Rumsfeld.....re read it and you'll say Ah!

break free...n come back to me....

You say if you could fly, you'd never come back down
You only have eyes for that blue, blue sky
You've yet to learn what sadness is,
and are just now grasping what pain is like....
        Even the feelings I have for you
        must be expressed with words.
        As you wake from a dream into an unknown world,
        spread your wings and take a flight!
You say if you could fly, you'd never come back down
You only have eyes for that blue, blue sky.
You know if you can just make it through,you'll find what you seek,
So keep trying to break free to that blue, blue sky.....

Speak

Speak that your lips are free!
Speak! Your tongue is yours till date!
Delicate your body is yours,
Still yours is your soul!
      Behold! In the blacksmith's shop:
      Red is iron, fiery embers;
      Getting opened are locks skirts,
      Spreading are chain's skirts.
Speak: This little time is sufficient-
Before the death of body and tongue.
Say! That truth survives till date!
Speak, whatever you have to, speak!
                                                      -Faiz Ahmed Faiz.

Separate is my story

Separate is my story, orchestra and music is separate

My tavern and bottle and glass are separate.

        Intoxicated is my craving and Dionysus my heart

        My chest is my music and violin is my voice

O religious men!

You've your own religion and I have my own

Your faith is God; and my objective human being

       Your God is delighted with temples, mosques and convents,

        My God feels happy about love, unity and sensitive hearts.

I roamed about, prostrated to the Philosophers, Brahmins and Saints,

My wounds and ailments found ultimate remedy through my own being

        Neither jealousy nor grudge, neither worries nor fear,

        In front of friends and sympathizers my slate is clear.

A friend to friendship I stand, what this enemy can do to me?

In this garden of friendship, enemy too is a flower to me.

        As long as money is dearer than the human beings,

        Up to then the beggar dependant on me will keep ruling me.

To be free, destroy oppression, chase away fear,

This is my craving, my voice and my mission.

Amazing words from late poet Abdul Ahad Azad. It is the English translation of urdu poem. These words holds power to make you sit alone and think deep for hours.Hope you'll take some time alone to think too and really understand the meaning.

i have poison inside me

        I have poison inside me which I have kept for too long…now it is breaking its threshold and I am too weak or say too coward to hold it back ; its bubbling through my veins , leaking from my eyes which burns my cheek and chest  like acid drops when it lands. It is falling with my words which feels like bombardment  in my ears , and now it is escaping along my breath which is clouding my vision like a haze of gas throwing my brain into utter darkness.

        This poison is scratching my throat , making it hard to breathe .I wish I could just stop breathing and hear my heartbeat slowing down until it becomes just a soft ud in my eardrum and finally comes to halt with a ‘tick’ and a dead silence afterward. Its burning my nose like ammonia and I can almost smell the horrible death in it. Its coming out from everywhere and my two hands are not enough to hold it back. I wanna spill it all out at once without delaying a second cuz it is burning every bit of a goodness inside me,it is squeezing every drop of emotions from my heart leaving it cold and dry like a stone, it is sucking every inch of air from me lungs leaving it to wither and crumble like dry leaves under a worn out tree. It is squeezing my stomach so hard forcing it to crawl up in a bundle of knot. But no matter how much the unendurable pain rises, I mustn’t let a single drop of this venom  touch the ground.

       But I am loosing my grip now, I am feeling numb and cold already. I can’t seem to hold my ground steady. i can’t clear my eyes and drag my brain from the utter darkness. I am loosing it, I can’t take it anymore…I have a ton of weight inside my chest where I used to feel my heart beating. I am gasping loudly for air but it feels like my throat is blocked and my lungs are all jammed .I am gasping even harder like a fish out of water. My eye lids feels heavy, the picture infront of me are now nothing but a blurr. My knees are shaking like its going to shatter any moment now. My whole body is trembling like all the joints have suddenly starting to fall apart. I’ve let my guard down infront of  this pain. There is nothing I can do now except to prepare myself for the worst. But my conscience is still shouting at me not to give up so easy.I mustn’t  let it escape the jail of my body cuz it’s the only urn made to hold it .I should pull myself together, I should slap myself out to consciousness, I must jerk myself up from the ground and suck all the poison back in me again.

        Cuz if I didn’t it’ll burn all the happiness around me which I have nurtured so gently for so long. I can’t sacrifice all those happiness I’ve collected piece by piece from all those horrible past and terrifying present  only for my tomorrow. I can’t see my happiness burning  which I have sown as a seed in the ground of my pain, watering with my tears, nourishing with the light of hope and see it grow leaf by leaf, climbing with twig by twig and putting buds upon buds. It is too much precious to throw up for pain. I can’t even imagine to see those green leaves burning into flames, gradually loosing its colour  and crumbling to ashes. I can’t see those twigs crawling back trying to jerk off the flame and I certainly can’t stand the feeling of helplessness I’ll feel to see those beautiful buds withering and dying before even the first blossom.

       I must hold on to it . I must stand firm on my ground, my happiness depends upon my rise and fall. I must save my happiness But what about my goodness, my emotions? What will I do with these happiness without any goodness to protect it and any emotions to feel it? What is the value of happiness if I am stone inside? What is the meaning of those blossom to bear if I can’t breathe in the sweet fragrance in my lungs? What?? Tell me which one is wroth saving, my goodness and emotions without which i can't feel a thing meither good nor bad, neither right nor wrong ,neither happiness nor sadness OR should i choose happiness without which my life will be sad and mesarable forever which has already cost me so much pain ,tears and hope to nourish it and now can i just abandon it when it is time to harvest the fruit I've desired most and lived my life through all those rough edges life cutted out for me? Which one is more valuable to save, protect and preserve OR which one is less precious to desert, abandon or left out? Which one???
     So, I guess; either way this is one bargain of loss for me anyway...,

An ode to a Muslim Mullah

You can yourself say;
who in their history  got murdered their own heroes?
who in the world brought disgrace to sagacity and thought?
In the masses hearts, who to its flourishing bold ignorance brought?
who the heapes of corpses hold upon their shoulders?
who to the people in 1947 itself exibited the Hell's scenes?
                        who Himalayas of tyranny produced upon the Bengalis?
                        who humiliated and wretched rendered the poor Afghanis?
                        who put out thousands hovels' lamps in Punjab?
                        who in the mad aims drowned the innocent and pauper Kashmiris?
         Over and above the poverty here, we've ignorance too, unemployment also, cunning as well,
         Over and above the powerlessness, we are helpless too, evil-minded also, ill-tempered as well,
         Our pledge to our backwardness is unnatural too,unbreakable also, long-lasting as well ;
         Due our durable slavery we have on us an immense treasure of disgrace as well....
We keep shivering continually by your followers and your partner's names ;
We keep surviving merely for the imagination, memory and hope of your wrath and calamities.
There is no trace anywhere of your greatness, your knowledge and your blessings in us;
We prostrate before you only due to our destroyed hearts, devasteted sagacity and wretchedness.
                      Even then you complain that we are no True Believers!
                      If we aren't True Believers\, you yourself are no wise Lord either!

   This is an English translation of urdu poem by Zihannasheen. I had a big hangover of this poem when i first read it. hope you like it too...

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