Monday, December 31, 2012


For the New Year, I won't make any resolutions this time. I will something, anything, nothing specific but something that will make a difference.

Saturday, December 29, 2012


People harbouring and spreading misconceptions, I have my eyes on you! -_-

PS: YES I MEAN YOU!!! *queue-evil-laughter*

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Haiku XXII

A broken mask,
An empty flask,
The night to pass.


The flu and the fever had an effect on me. An unprecedented effect. I though they would make me numb, oblivious to the environment. However this did not happen. Rather the flu and the fever affected my ability to think. I perceive all the things around me, but its takes time. More than usual. I saw a cat licking its face. I was starring at the spot where the cat was long after the cat had left still thinking of how it was licking its face. This reminds me. The sky is dull in the city. You cannot see the stars. Even if there is a power outage, the stars are still dull. The songs are dull too. The night is no longer as crisp and sharp as it used to be. Or may I have become so used to them that I do not notice any difference. Its not just the flu and the fever that have dulled me, the things around me, the environment, the world, it would appear that all of this has blurred.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012


I had an idea, a vision. It was like a dream, now it is a reality. It is still an idea, as dynamic as it ever was. But now others can see it too. Its there. Its real. It will grow.

Just to commemorate the fact that the idea is a reality, I made a Facebook page for Irtiqa with more concrete plans.

Check it out and tell me what you think.

Monday, December 24, 2012

Everyday Occurence

Lets talk about something serious for a moment. Life, as we know it. That is what we should talk about. About the impact that it has and the manner in which people are affected by it. That should be the focus of our discussions. On second, that is just hectic. We need to relax.

Friday, December 14, 2012

The Litany

Her voice so sweet it filled the air sickly
Souls have reverberated to its litany,
Watch the sun go down time and again
The voice it fills as darkness does men,
The dead would walk again to hear her voice
If they could they would, you can so rejoice,
This is Death's Nightingale that sings
A gift from Death itself, her voice clings,
Alas! I cannot hear her again for all my will,
To wish for a death is sin, this is my wish still.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

I Give Up

I gave up on the world. No more trying to change it and make people see the truth or reality or whatever. Let the people see what they want to see. I can see what they see too, and from now on I will only look at that. So yea, no more trying to change the world like that.

Sunday, December 2, 2012


The color in her eyes vanished,
It feels like life itself is famished,
It was done with her smile,
But to fade it took a while,
The people they now look so vile,
As if they are just filled with bile,
Life it seems has done a wrong,
And now here is another song,
To think about it would be a crime,
I think I need a better rhyme,
Nothing more but just a memory,
A victim of another treachery.