Out of the Mist

Since we reach the age of understanding things, we think that feelings and concepts (undefined to us yet) that exist for reasons whatsoever, they should complete their purpose – perfection – which is impossible for a human to do. We are full of mistakes, we are uncertain, others expect a lot from us, and we can’t be everywhere. That is us trying not to disappoint them, and in doing so, we lose control of time – the unit of life. Love, Time, Death – the most important phenomenon in life. We feel for others, and we  love them in our unique ways. Soon the Time passes very quickly, and then you think of death – leaving everything behind. Just some moments before the death, you think of all the things you have done and for what?  So, right at this moment, when you are alive, living the life you only think of doing the right things, the right decisions that will lead you to not regret in that last moment of your life.  Focusing on what is that we have right now?  A

The wind was getting stronger, And the prints were too ragged, The hope was fickle, so were odds, And hapless soul was too shagged, Deaf, blind and a monk naked, As pure at heart as diamantine, The sun was raging and sand agitated, Burning at heart searched for divine, The shadows were raging and alive, And prints were lost in storm of time, The wind was wild, with a mirage in sight, And digs too seemed like a hard climb, Hope was fading, the vision was blurred, He prayed to Lord, not to be turned, The Soul of the world he said he earned, He got robbed, brighter he burned, A hand entered his frame of vision, He looked up to the ray of light, The soul shattered, so did my dream, There I sat, cogitating all night! Credits; Lake Minnewaska Photo Gallery

The world is a pit! Consider me a cynic, bitter and hostile if you want but the truth is, we all are just fuel of the world. I come, I live, I go. I don't get to choose my origin, I am where I am supposed to be. I live by the rules of my origination. I am the self, I am imagination. I am all, I am none. I once thought I am not just a fickle flame that can be put out by a gust of wind. The origins don't matter, what matters is the act of a man. An act is what defines me. But you may disagree. Well disagree all you want but the whole point of life is based on disagreement. You and me! We can't be a mirror image. You may not like my origin, you may hate my environment, you may disagree with my whatever comes out of my mouth, and you definitely can disaccord with my perspective on life, still, it is my life. Credits; The Work of Marti Belcher I met this aged, ragged and all wrinkly like a crumpled piece of paper. The poor old man was coughing the ceiling off. Rainin

Moments of Weakness was an effort to remeber the moment of Deja Vu. When you think you are living the moments and then its gone, but that exact moments shows the significance of the meeting, which is Simple, Pure, Illuminating and Honest to death. As the Night grows old, A corpse rots in bitter cold, But the stars are wide awake, Above the cursed lake, Still! There I stand, With hand in hand, It’s about time to choose, Who I want to lose, Oh! Sweet haunting past, Beloved mine, whom I lost, Or the future thee, Oh! Bitter glaring thee, Darkness that’s glowing inside, Light that’s brought by the tide, The decision can’t alone be mine, While the chalice is still full of wine, The corpse is too gentle, With a touch, so parental, I dare not refuse, With a lot to lose, I miss the ruse, The songs, the blues, The stars are awake, And night grows old, Let’s go take our last howl at the moon, The corpses may not meet again so soon!

There are good days and then there are bad days, but to be fair, days are all the same. The difference lies between lines of the day's events. The motivation for this article was a highlight that appeared on social media, "Iran hangs first of the four-man involved in the bank scandal". Exposed in 2011, the 30 trillion-rial ($2.7 billion) scandal involved embezzlement, bribery, forgery, and money-laundering in 14 state-owned and private banks between 2007 and 2010 by people close to the political elite, the affair severely damaged the reputation of Ahmadinejad and his entourage towards the end of his eight-year presidency. Mehafarid Amir-Khosravi, described as a self-made tycoon, was hanged in Tehran's Evin Prison on Saturday after the Supreme Court upheld the four death sentences. Another incident worth mentioning is of Chen Shui-bian , former President of the Republic of China, who stepped down on May 20, 2008, the same day that Ma Ying-jeou took offic

There was a time when there were very few television channels and the content sharing was subjected to scrutiny in order to ensure the quality of the content. With the advancement of information technology and communication networks, news channels and our media thrived and progressed much more in a short span of time. But as the competition grew intense the quality of content declined. It is a fact that our media is greatly influenced by so-called modernism and some extra shots of contemporaneousness. Don’t get me wrong, I merely wanted to state the fact that in spite of living in an Islamic Republic State, we can’t seem to grasp the concept of it. What rubbish has been shared under the banner of “Breaking News”, everybody knows it. Most of the time you can’t even watch the news with the family sitting around. Well, I said way too much in order to lay the foundation but the one thing that urged me to write this article is the act of blasphemy committed in Geo TV’s mo

“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth.”  ―  William W. Purkey

Life is one tough teacher that brings you every lesson, it wants you to learn. In this process and just keep shifting, and later all you had left is an imprint. Now reliving those moments across the sand of times, it can be great or a living hell. Right now I can’t pick up the end of my feeling; everything around me is just blurry, motions are abrupt and jerky, fear in the air is so thick and death; it's collecting the souls around me. I felt like I might throw up, for the van I was traveling in rocked, so did the ground. I closed my eyes and try to avoid looking outside. The tremors had moved the plates under the surface, shaken the mountains, caused sliding of heavy rocks at a few corners of the Chattar Plane road, leading to District Battagram. The road was damaged but still, it was good for us to keep going. We may have had a chance to reach there. I opened my eyes and risked a glance outside. The village across the river that I grew up watching every year I passed this

Working around the edges of the politics, we even sometimes forget what we are, what we do, and even sometimes the real face of humanity is just scratched away. Politics being the most ancient occupation of the civilization, ‘Course after the prostitution but I, like many, don’t get the real difference between them at all. One is a metaphor for selling the body and the other is for the land. And it’s very much ironic that always it goes in the hand of the one, that doesn’t seem to realize the importance of the position that they have been chosen for. Yeah, they do care about the power that comes along but it’s considered to be the tertiary root, Power is one real and primary to it (so far). The so-called “of, for and by” rule is always having a nagging effect on me. It’s doing great’ for the West and those who respect the system. Contrary our people rise, present the best discipline of liveliness when it comes to Shahzeb Murder Case, Mukhtaran’s issues, Dr. Afia Siddique's C

Creation is an art. Looking around oneself, observing the past, predicting the future through the mists of creation, wandering around the edges of life and death, articulation gives you a feeling that you have something special inside you. You have an idea, which can either disintegrate or integrate you with the soul of the world. Speaking of which, anyone who can bond with his soul can bond with the soul of the world.  Lord of the Heaven created immortal and gave him this special sense of understanding. With that understanding, he learns about himself, he gets himself acquainted with whatever he wants to.  We learn, engage, excel. Out of the mist of art, emerges our true self. The creator has done his job, and "Oh Lord! How beautifully He has done it.". Its now your turn, your choice and only you have to decide what you want and how you want it. Let us create our own paradise. It's never too late. You might have heard of the fragrance that remains in the hands of t