Years Later ...

How can i defy...
that toughest chunk, the lie...

It pains while i see...
that i can't set myself free...

It's excruciating to believe...
that i'm left with no purpose to live..

You arrived when i never thought...
you left when you were all i sought...

Seems just like yesterday...
words were so less, had so much to say...

I never knew that this anguish would grow...
never believed my life would go so slow..

You said, it wasn't the manner it should have...
was it not transcribed, how else could it have...

My mind asks me why, what made you ruminate so..
when you meant the world, why did i let you go..




--
hamza ..

What Hurts Even More ...

Delhi- The place that belonged to the royal people of this nation that
we all are a part of. Delhi, that was once known for the good people
with good hearts and charming personalities. Delhi, which was once
termed "Dilli, Dil Walon ki"...

The capital city of the nation that has had a great history to speak
of has been time and again pin pointed for the wrong doings from the
people of this great place. .

Delhi , the capital city during the rule of Pandavas, and the main
commercial hub during the Mughal Rule, was a place that has seen so
many royal families and prestigious and valorous people have lived
there for centuries..

But,

Today, Delhi is nothing less than a massacre ground.. A place that has
become far worse than the Jallianwala bagh.. Or I can say, the
Jallianwala Bagh massacres are happening on a daily basis there ...
the city of pride, in a nation where women are worshiped and men are
devotees of peace and prosperity...
Here, the torch bearers of peace are savaging the goddesses in bright
daylight what men of valor would kill themselves dreaming, leave alone
thinking ...

Women in every religion have a sacred place and they are looked upon
with high respect.. No religion has ever preached hatred against
women... The backbone of a family, who is born with incredible
patience, who is raised in modesty and humbleness, who supports her
father, mother during tough times, who guides her little brothers when
they go astray and who becomes a reason why her elder brother becomes
a responsible one...

The Delhi incident is a big jolt to all these affections and all these
delicate emotions ..
Six sick heads become a reason why an innocent girl, the only hope of
her parents is lying on a death bed facing the grim fate that no
woman would want to face and no thinking human can imagine of ...
It is hard to believe but this is the reality of this peace loving
nation, this is the reality of the people who at one instant are die
hard patriots when it comes to talking about the nation and at the
other instant they commit sins of utmost disgust that sends shivers
down the spine ...

India as a whole has changed in it's outlook towards humanity and this
is a direct outcome of the way the progress has gone ..
We might take a march , organize rallies and spit venoms at the
sinners but nobody cares about the sin.. which is still there ...
still there .. still there ...

the sin is right amongst us ... the people who take out processions
don't know that this won't stop as such...
it could be anyone, it could be you, it could be me.. it is all of us
... we have forgotten the culture and love the nation was once famous
for ... patriotism is not only just standing up and talking but
implementing over the things we say in the right spirit and for the
best of the nation ...
criminals are born and criminals die but the sin ... it has to be
killed before it kills us ...

In my first ever travel by the train, a lady in Delhi, asked my mum if
we were going to banglore.. On knowing that we were heading to the
same destination, she requested a guy to switch his place with her
daughters just because our compartment had a woman, my mum ... the
reason was clear ... Men are feared ... Our daughters and Sisters are
not safe ...

We have become animals ... Brainless and Evil ...

God Bless this Nation ...


--
hamza ..

Days Later ...

It hasn't been more than four months ago .. The beautiful days that I
had lived have passed ...
Starting with a thank you over the thoughts I shared, I have had a
flurry of beautiful conversations ..

It wasn't about days .. It was about those moments that were too
precious for me to let go..
Those beautiful thoughts used to make me smile endlessly .. because
they mattered ...
The innocent thoughts, that they had ... The curiosity with which they
used to ask ... The good things they made me teach ... I remember
everything ... Every bit of it ...

There are memories that would never fade away.. Not atleast for me ...
Because they are a treasure ... A life that I have lived ... A smile
that I have had ... Tears that emerged over their joy and pain ...
Everything ...

Being an optimist is what I have learnt from them.. And this is why I
am alive despite the fact that my heart and my soul are already dead..
A state that the medics call: Biological Death...

I might be living a life nobody ever would want to live and this is in
contrast to what it was some time ago... People were jealous of how
happy I was from inside, and now they pity on how I pretend to be
one...

Its not the end of the road for me, because the day I stop breathing
is the day I would stop hoping.. And this goes around for everything I
do...

Lessons and Lesions are all part of life.. But, what is important is
the word called : Hope...

Its a strong word, a really strong word for the weak and the broken...
Let's keep this Hope alive ...
Let's Smile ... And Let's Stay Green once again..

:)

--
hamza ..