Darkness Within

Sagacious Note

A Worldwide Audience

The soles of her red rubber boots splashed water all around as she kept her pace on the pavement flooded with a puddle of rainwater. Struggling to keep her papers dry from rain. Reena held her black leathered handbag in a tight hug while managing to cover herself under the dripping umbrella. “God, I love rain!” she said to herself with a deep satirical scowl. She had been working all day just to get her chunk of work done so that she could finally let herself slip into the newly purchased feather bed lying at her small apartment. The thought of her new comfortable warm bed made her drown into a sea of unfathomable relaxation that her life lacked so much. An abrupt twist in her boot followed by an ugly splash, brought Reena back from all her sweet thoughts. Reena cursed and clenched her teeth with a frown on her face. She was back in the rain, soaked and the paperwork in her arms was still incomplete. She wanted to cry on the thought of another sleepless night full of hard work waiting ahead of her.

 Reena was an analyst in a small media firm. The firm was trying to coup up with the giants in the media market. It was a hectic battle that every employee had to fight. Reena was one of them. Still she was happy as it was the only source that kept her busy after the tragedies that struck her one by one. She had lost her boyfriend to a better girl and his little gift had died inside her womb. So she was contended in her life and it brought her closer to her dream of making her way to the worldwide audience.

                With a smile that her future brought on her face she finally stepped into her regular bus. She kept staring blankly at the passengers surrounding her. A teenage boy with shabby jeans and lean figure standing next to her sparked some interest. She went back to her youthful days at his sight. A smile stretched across her face and the boy noticed it. “What is it madam?” he inquired with a strange confidence. “Oh! nothing just smiling on an old memory. How old are you?” she asked. “I am seventeen,” He replied with a smirk. “That’s cool. Young and proud.” she winked. “You are not that old too,” the teenager smiled. “Well I am old enough for you,” Reena remarked with an imposing tone. “Seems like you are some office lady,” he said gesturing towards her bag. “I am a media person,” she replied. “So you are a TV girl,” he played along. “Well not exactly that but someday I would be,” Reena replied wishfully. “I should get an autograph then. Someday you would be famous and rich,” he fumbled for something in the pocket of his jeans. Reena laughed at this,"You are tricky.” He pulled his arm in front of her and pointed at his wrist with a red face,” I guess I have no paper, why don’t you do it here.” Reena laughed again a bit harder this time,"You know your game too well.” She took out her pocket pen and autographed his pale skin. “You just made your first fan. I am Samuel Harris,” he turned his wrist and extended his hand. She shook it with gratitude and a stupid smile on her face. She had to admit that she blushed a little too.

                The bus stopped and she stepped out. Samuel stood there in a bow with gesture of hand, “ My lady, may I know your good name.” His accent became royal. “I am Reena Malik. Samuel it was nice knowing you. I would call your name on TV when I get my first show and you would know then where to find me,” she assured him. Samuel bowed further down,“It would be an honor." She smiled and made a goodbye gesture with best wishes on her lips and was returned with a thumbs up from Samuel.

 The warm feeling of home near here embraced her as she walked the block towards her place. Now the rain had stopped but still she was shivering a bit because of her soaked black coat. She hurried towards the building to get herself away from the night’s cold. Putting her forehead on the wall of her building she waited for the elevator with all the patience that was left in her. The building was mostly deserted now due to renovation but for Reena it was a sweet home. The elevator rumbled and the doors opened. She stepped in and pressed the button to her floor.  Just a moment before the doors were about to shut someone jumped into the elevator. “Hi!” he giggled awkwardly. “Hi!” she replied in a confused and surprised tone. It was Samuel. “So now you are following me too,” Reena said with a serious expression. “No Reena I just had to come here,” he said now more frankly. “I have never seen you here,”Reena remarked curtly.” I know someone here,” he replied coolly. 

 

    The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Reena stepped out and turned around to say something but she bumped into something. Reena looked up and realized that it was Samuel's chest.  “Oh! Umm well….” before she could finish her apologizes his hand covered her lips and she was whirled around by the strength of his arms and was then held in an embrace from backwards. She felt a cold thing burying into her neck. “If you speak I would pass a bullet right through here,”Samuel whispered pressing her neck with the same cold thing. She was shocked  but did not say a word. “Take me to your room,” he ordered and she obeyed silently. 

                He threw her on the bed and pointed the gun right at her face. She was sobbing now. “How could I be so dumb,” Reena cursed herself. “Why are you crying lady?” he laughed “I am not here to hurt you.” He walked back and removed his backpack from his shoulder. “Now listen carefully.” he said,“This bag here has a few fireworks in it. You move and the microchip that I planted near your neck is going to blow this baby up,” he pressed a button and smiled,“Now it is activated.” Reena was not breathing anymore. She wanted to choke but could not. He continued,"You wanted a worldwide audience Reena. Tonight I am going to give you a show." He kissed his wrist where Reena had scribbled with her pen. She felt so disgusted that she wanted to turn her face away but then she remembered the chip on her neck. ”Why are you doing this?” Reena asked looking down in shock and anger. He looked at her seriously and said, “You are not the only one who wants fame Reena.”

He reached over the bag and unzipped it. He looked up at her and smiled. Reena smiled back at him thoughtfully. He was confused. “What is it?” he asked with narrow eyes. “You are so weak,” said Reena wickedly. “How can you say that?” he said with a little anger showing up on his face. He had almost forgotten the bag in his hand. “You gave me the control over you boy,” she said firmly,“ I can blow you up right now.” “You won’t do that,” he said in a dark tone, “life is so happy with you and if you wish to die we can adjust you soon with the bag in the city.” “So you are a terrorist,” she said in a disgusted tone. “Well that’s one perspective,” he said with a smile. “There’s no fame in that,” she said clearly irritated now. Samuel chuckled,” My old dumb lady we are the people who control you people when you get famous. It’s an illusion.” She smirked at him, “Well Samuel it’s time to say goodbye. You know I just need a worldwide audience and I think the stars up there would get me that.” Before Samuel could speak Reena twisted her neck and rubbed it hard with her hand. All the cold and wet was replaced immediately by a hot sensation in an instance. The rain had stopped by then and the dark night was about to end. The next day a bag with papers was found with red ink all over it. Maybe the work on those papers had to be done with blood. Nearby a body was found on a burnt but new feather bed. It was mutilated but the looked as if it was more relaxed than ever. The story was all over the media and an audience through out the world watched it.

hum khaakzady !

Gumaan ki had se bhi aagy nikaly
ponchy ik khamosh nagri main
sanata ta, shamen roshan na huie to jaana
wo kisi orh rukh py chal diye
jin k liy aye thy hum haden torh kar
ruk gy mere kadam bhi
na murh saky na bhar saky
jami rahien nazren bhi
ansu bhahy ankhen khak huien
wo aye bhi to kaafan hath mai liy
dafan karny ki garaz thi
hum laho b bhahaty larty bhi sahi
par wo ik muskan un k chehre ki
jaan leti ti zakham deti ti
hum ny zakham bhi khaya
jaan bhi di kafan b phena
sou bhi gaye us andheer nagri mai
par aj b ye toota dil liy
apny hi mizaar m ..
ye looh lagay bethy hain
ky ik din woh loat k ayen gy
suna ta..
zameen waly khaak zadon ko
phool charahny aaty hain...

-Qaynat shah

I Just Discovered My World

He was just perched there, unbent. His left thumb scrolling idly the space between his chin and lower lip, mocking those hair. His left index finger glued firmly to his temple as his elbow rested on that fluffy sofa. Though the lights were off still the room was gently lit by the sunlight given way to by those curtains. Relaxed wasn't the word that could begin to describe his state of mind, he could just stay in that dimension for a long long time Unhindered.
His eyelids became a bit heavy as if he hadn't slept for ages, finally those two nictitating membranes met and it was just alluring. The notes in his surroundings became a bit clearer though they only came in pulses. He was just listening to the songs stored randomly, each pulse was different, one minute he heard, "Where do we begin now....", the other minute rang, "Teray ishq ki intaha chahata hun...", he was just too absorbed.
That world he just erupted into; those thoughts, they just boomed. His milieu, his own dimension all but for himself, nobody could understand it. Everyone was welcome to enter but none did apprehend his world. He longed for it to be dispensed by those few but, they ran from it's darkness. His world though dark but was still lit to some extent by that ray of hope, that little bit of sunlight. He could levitate, he could fly. Those surroundings of his circled around him, pulling him in, absorbing his self..........

As he opened his eyes again he was seated in his car, still held by those musings. He was exuberant of the lust and love he discovered from his world, the part fathomable of his being himself.
HE JUST DISCOVERED HIS WORLD !!!!!!!!

Ungrateful Faces

Shyly bowed under thy jury

Never to surrender my fury

Closer yet for the last query 

Return me Lord the past fury

Higher was ever thy divinity

Reign the puppets of my humanity

Shall not survive the last entity

Let doom reveal the past insanity

For them tenebrous is thy night

Dark shall fall under my sight 

Devouring heaven's last light

Hidden remains my past might

Lost in the depths of thy sands

Dwindling now life in my hands

Pride in them to the last stands

Where fury from the past lands

That Dip

Head hurled down, perched on the tips of his toes, fingers inspecting gently the grass that sprouted. Just wondered to what kismet he had......
A man resides the life of a loin, he has his ecstatic moments and he has his despondent times but all through it he ROARS. He roars with a heart filled of such courage that even the lofty mountains would shake and stands strong, unshaken......
O but his life was only filled with astounding lows and dejected lows. Never had he wondered that those dips would affect his very soul, but one did. A dip that was merely but a freckle yet so cunning that it had his heart clamped. He ran from it but, as all dips go, he stumbled upon that one.......
He got up, straightened himself, cleaned those little dirt spots and sat. posed next to that little bump and as curiosity goes, he probed.

"Why? Why were you there? Why did i stumble cause of you? Why?"

But that dip was profoundly deaf, it was dumb, paralyzed, it just lay there. This was deranged to him, it was all but demented.

 But, he was mental, so he just sat there and swayed his fingers gently to mock, TO JUST KNOW...................

Teri ik ada nay mujh ko pagal bana dia,

Ab bhatakta phirta hun is charagar main..........

The Contradiction

The line between good and evil is permeable. - philip zimbardo

Tiring slumber

Serenity of the afterlife 

Filling the canvas of demise 

Lest the love survives 

Tells a fairytale of lies

Goodbye the times of joy

Never they came in my toil

Lusts surviving to exist 

Silence in the soul lipped 

A deep awakening in the sleep

Night the spoils of false spree 

Flight And Life

Like a bird I cannot afford staying stuck at a place at cost of my flight , just because i like the view . Flight is my survival.
                                     -Marva Sohail

Sacred Freedom

And then you become so free that the soul could not be confined in things , not even love. You see love in everything , every creation , every bit of every mere thing and at last become love yourself , radiating the powerful sacred energy of love. And yet remain indescribable

Another World

Everything was in place , people were true, affectionate and humane, flowers were blooming, butterfiles bees and birds were moving with the calming breeze and suddenly from my world i was brought back into this WICKED WORLD by a clamour outside
*nevermind she has a habit of being lost in her own world came a voice from behind*

picture credits : Maryam Nisar's Creation

AN INCOMPLETE LAST LETTER !

It was eight in the morning and suddenly the door bell rang, she was awake as she was making breakfast and was about to leave for the office. "Who it can be at this time?" she thought, with different thoughts inside her head she open the door, and there was a man standing in a black suit just to delivered her a letter and without further delayed he left her wondering from whom might the letter could be. She came inside and closed the door behind her and started opening the letter which she was holding and by looking at the letter her world was shaken upside down. It's was his writing a person she wouldn't forget in centuries. 

24 November, 
12.35 am 
Hi, 
So when this letter will reached you I would be pretty dead and buried by than and the man who delivered you this will b delivering you the other things but that's the later part of the story.
I really have no idea why I am writing this to you after so long but every inch of my body have literally begged me to write this to you as it's your right to know what happened and it's my last wish to let you know. I knew it from a very long that you were in love with me and but I fell in love with you the day I saw you first time in that hall across the benches for our only class together. Shocked! Well I was too because it was impossible for me to believe that I fell for a complete opposite of me. I know, I know you would b wondering why am I writing all this now because there is no need of it now and I completely agree but I can't die with a burden in my heart which I carried inside me all those times. You know I have adopted all your habits, or might say I have become like you in somethings, like I have started liking rain. See exactly I was shocked too on the day I stepped into rain like I felt it and I was wonderful, the raindrops touching your skin and making you wet. I remembered you was so annoyed from me whenever I got irritated by the rain and cursing it and you always to make me more angry went into rain for hours and hours and left me rotting with anger.
Okay would you please stop crying! You know I never liked tears in your eyes. Anyways coming to the why I wrote you this letter is I was deeply and madly in love with you and still am. And yeah I was the person to end this relationship but how could I see you crying for a dying man. I was sick before I meet you and had completely lost hope, my doctors have suggested that if I continued the treatment I would be able to live couple of more years or even I could fight the illness and live a completely healthy life but I was so angry with my fate that I left all treatment and started living a life of a junkie. Wasting one complete year in this situation I met you and my life changed, for the first time in my whole life I wanted to live, but it was too late than. All the possibilities for me was king gone, and I missed all my chances to live my life with you. And than again I took all my frustration and anger and burned the fairy tale ending of our story and I left you, which was the biggest mistake of my life. And with these I don't have words to write more and I would be asking for any forgiveness because I got what I deserved. 
Okay the later part the man who gave you the letter will be delivering you the things I left for you and the things I kept which belonged to you. And please don't visit my grave as I wouldn't be able to forgive my self for seeing you in pain. Take care of yourself.
Loves....

Tears rolling down her eyes when she finished the letter, he surely has made her completely shocked and speechless but he was still the same person she knew. He haven't changed at all because he still left so many unanswered questions like he always do. This was his last letter but an incomplete one because he was not complete at all as his complacency lies with her and without her, he was just an incomplete jigsaw puzzle with one piece missing, and she was the missing piece that he made cleared to her. Now she have to visit his grave to let him feel the pain she felt for him all those times.

AND HE DID WHAT HE SAID !

After a week she had finally gathered up all the strength she could and open the door to the room, which was the kingdom of her beloved son. And while stepping inside the room she was wondering that how everything in this room was intact and prefectly in shape while her son was no more. His room was still having the fragrance of his body spray in it's atmosphere and everything in his room was in no order to be found. And she picked one of his shirt and was about to fold it and when she remembered her son saying, "kitni baar apko kaha hai meri cheezain na thek kiya kary mhjy nhi milti phr" and with this she freezed, leaving the shirt on the bed again. And with this all the strength inside her collapsed and she sat on the bed, thinking about what happened a week ago which doomed her house, which had taken away from her the purpose of her existence. 16th December 2014, a day of mourning for her now, a day she lost her son in a bloody massacre on a school caused by the Talibans which according to them was a payback, but this was a cowardly action which can't be justified by any means. Her son with other 141 children were slaughter by those cowards psychopaths in the name of Islam which they used for their butchery. She remembered that last week he was having mild fever and she was worried like hell and like a crazy person was taking him to different doctors because she cannot see him in pain. But those maniac had shot her child million times and bleeded him to death. His green uniform was thronged and covered with blood stains, even his shoes were having his blood, and the amount of pain her son suffered can't b described in words but only her heart was feeling it now. She bursted into tears and was crying unable to control the pain her heart suffered. She picked a shirt of her son's and drawn it near her chest, she could still sense the smell of his sweat from it. She still sobbing raised from the bed and look around in the room once again, his study table was still having the papers he left on it with his specs, his laptop was on his bed, the right side of the bed was having the guitar he forced her to buy, his dressing table was having the perfume bottle open making the fragrance dispersed into the atmosphere, and on wall Army posters which was his dream and different other posters of cars and bikes which was his craze. Everything was in its place except her son, whom will never gonna be back again as he had gone. One by one things were popping up in her mind from the day he was born to the day he died.....died, yes he died at the age of 16, an age which was supposed to be the start of his blossoming years but in his life the span of spring was never to be come as the autumn was very merciless. He always told her that he would make her proud and the whole world would know her as his mother and people will praise her and salute her and he did what he said about making her proud.
@Quandeel

Fifteen Minutes!

A shade of innocence mixing with red

Inside a heartbeat for times to dread

Beastly innocence of a feared mistress

Poisoning out some untold distress

Ignorant still treading the same old way

Suits herself the path they dare not sway

Comes then the moment silently to conquer

Desperate soul of a hopeless wanderer

Burying deep the past never to forget

What comes now they won't ever get

Rhymes going sore as they close 

In the shadows of her vicious pose

A Soldier's Last Words

You brought me up with love and care

Always blessed me with your prayers

You taught me to live for others 

Look what i did for my brothers

I am happy that i saved the stars

Which light up the faces of mothers all across

I went where the death fears to go 

With it my love for country grew

When i come home boxed up

I know i have turned your heads up

Oh mother don't cry

I was a soldier born to die

My love don't scream

With flowing tears' stream

I will always be around 

So please don't frown

We cannot but forever live

And we have to die but once

So why not to our country give

The life which we so easily can 

I got my name in the exalted

went staright to Jannah without being halted

I Knew It Was My Moment

When the stars were effulgent

And the world was reticent

When the air was dolorous

And the people were timorous

I knew this was my moment

To stand against the malevolent

Against those who cause terror

And still walk without any demur

To wake those in trance

And to fight by joining hands

Not wishing upon the dreams

Life isn’t always what it seems

I knew this was my moment

To stand for the insolvent

To battle for the rights

And make the future bright

To wipe off discrimination

And move on as a nation

I knew this was my moment

To save all from the torment

A Grain Of Infinity

People like things they don't understand, they think that it has some depth in it- which they don't have time to explore and they believe that the things they know are just too ordinary to praise or like. But in real, the things which appear to be deep are just a game of words. 
In fact, the things they claim to know hold such depths of which they are unaware , which very few people dare to explore- like a grain of sand - it may seem ordinary, but only few know that that little grain beholds the infinite universe within. 
I am that grain of sand, but you are not one of those eccentric idiosyncratic explorers.

Exhale Only Love

we rarely hear the inward music, but we are all dancing to it nevertheless

-rumi

udas sham (16/12)

mere sheher ky basi udaas hain 
yeh kia majra hua abhi..

main unwaan bhi na de saka
kaisa mazmoon tum ne parha dia..

ik chaman tha khilty khuwaboon ka
kis aag main tum ne jhonk_ka dia

ye kalejaa jo tum ne jala dia..
janty ho ky ik maan ka tha...

soraaj bhi mun chupaaty dhal gya...
aisa kia zulam kia mere sher_dilon k sheher main...

-QaynatShah