Some random thoughts, sometimes bizarre, sometimes dark, sometimes just incomprehensible!

Location: Islamabad, Pakistan

I'm an incorrigible optimist, yet a pessimist. I'm a realist, yet an idealist. I'm a dreamer, yet very practical. I'm very liberal, yet very religious. I'm an open person, yet don't share much with anyone. I love people, yet am solitary by nature. I'm too giving, yet too demanding. I'm quite broad-minded, yet very stubborn. I'm as good a listener as bad a talker.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

My words like silent raindrops fell

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

'Fools' said I, 'You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.'
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, 'The words of the prophets

are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.'
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

The Sound of Silence

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

I'm drifting....

I'm drifting
into a new land
filled with air
and mystical power

I float into it
feeling weightless
unaware of
my own existence

I feel like
in a dream
to wake up

Instead I go deeper
and deeper
into my slumber
I keep floating

I see a world around me
I see so much going on
Yet I remain apart
from it all

I watch it
from a distance
watching myself
as a third person

I see myself
live and die
and again
spring to life

I hear the murmurs
of mingling bodies
I feel the heat
of the undead

I reach out
and cry
I scream
into a vacuum

I lean forward
to touch
but it eludes me
It's out of reach

I see the glow
of life turn me
into a bright
shining star

I shoot into the distance
I travel far
I spread over
a vast aura

I split up
into tiny spots
rays of light
or perhaps wet drops

I pour over you
enveloping you
shielding you
from all pain

I wish you could
see me
I wish you could
touch me

But I'm invisible
I live on
around you
I dream on....

......waiting to be awakened.