...

The Silence that spreads seems colourless...
The world around seems all so empty,

The heart is all so heavy from within...
The eyes somehow have endless tears to spill,

Nobody seems to understand what i hold within...
Nobody seems to get whatever i try to convey,

Whenever i go through the happenings of this past...
I find a pearl emitted rolling along the cheek,

So many words said, so little to trust...
Never had i thought that it would all be an illusion,

The care, the tears now that all seem so fake...
Little does anyone know that i cry for real,

The beautiful times that just lived by...
Now all seem to have faded through with time,

Wrapped within were some secrets in me...
I regret I regret as to with whom I shared,

The era of that smile now seems so blurred...
And now even a glimpse will seem a dishonest one,

Helpless as now I stand with nothing to look upon...
I still wonder what else could I do to make it happen,

Everything I did seems so little now for it,
The thing I longed for seems all but never achievable...

And since
It all started with me, so will end with me,
Till then, my every tear will send blessings upon them...

--
hamza ..

Another Reality ...

when somebody comes in, everybody comes in...
but when one goes out, everyone goes out ...

people move in herds ... it's just part of life ...
lonliness is the only reality, rest is an illusion...

--
hamza ..

Bottom Line ...

The elixir of patience can gradually flush even the toughest of berms...

--
hamza .. :))

Unrest ...

The beginning of every desirous thing is miraculously beautiful ... It
is good to see things that we anticipate to happen, actually happen...
It enlivens us and seems to aggrandize every little aspect of this
special thought...

Nothing seems interesting after this little thing has begun to take
shape and grow... And to nurture its very existence becomes ones
prime importance... The experience of seeing ones dream turn to
reality is the last resort for anyone who has ever dreamt a thing ...

But the beauty of a tree lies not entirely in its growth ... It also
lies in the fate it will face ... If this tree does not bear fruit,
the cultivator as well as the tree would remain devoid of the very
reason of its development ... And if it does produce beautifully
colored flowers and consequently the sweetest of fruits, nothing could
be made to stand in comparison to such a thing...

We the humans... We are desirous of many things in our lifetime ...
Some get fulfilled and some just remain desires forever... And such
unfulfilled desires don't die down with age... They grow and become
motives ... Attaining them gets the highest priority for a strong
willed man...

There are not many who have attained their desires and there are many
who have lost their reasons in the quest ... But the will never dies
...

Until this desire is procured, the mind continues to process ways to
pull it off... A state called "unrest"...

It is the most dangerous feeling any man has ...
And this unrest is the reason why people begin to lose their reason ...

--
hamza .. :))

Phases of life...

There was a time when life was just life...

There were moments we wanted to stop forever...
There were days we cherish and long for....

Life was a pretty big bowl of roses to pick from...
Life was a basket of joy and emotions to choose from...

Every second that we spent, was a second so beautiful..
Every moment that passed along smiled along upon us...

Priorities remained little, everything was spontaneous ...
We lived life in a bliss of the spot thoughts...

But nothing remains forever in our hand...
Its like sand slipping continuously through...

We were alone , and will always be...
Rest is just an illusion, a method set by Him...

To remember and cherish all the good times ...
In the times when nothing goes good...

Until,
Life again becomes life...

--
hamza .. :))