The Pakistani Spectator

Forget about the days
when its been cloudy, but
don’t forget your hours in the sun
Forget about mistakes
that you can’t change now, but
don’t forget the lessons
that you’ve learned
Forget about the times
you’ve been defeated, but
don’t forget the victories you’ve won
Forget about misfortunes
you encounter, but
don’t forget the times your luck has turned
Forget about the days
when you’ve been lonely, but
don’t […]

No warmth in my tiny hands,
As I searched her face and pulse
Lies there this beautiful face,
In silence her mouth, words gone
Of her old stories and existence
In cold winters and beautiful springs
Of her struggles and her youth
Remember you will, as you see others
Feel you will my face and my remains
In circles as this rain poured,
From blackened […]

Of all those moments we see not
Dispersed in time in various places
Only the reflection what lies beyond
Of our shortcomings, of our failures
They say History has all the answers
Too much a burden, upon ink and paper
To carry the old trail of blood and plunder!

Am I going to watch my people bleed?
In this place of duality
Where not the songs of joy are heard
Even in the wake of victory
Where the rulers of twisted reality
Are the real deal
Where even good deeds are sins
In the wake of senility
The war of terror
Has brought more terror on the streets
Making the future a mere tragedy
I […]

As the rain pours its fury
In a city, asleep in its clamor
As thoughts begin to wave
As the colour begins to fade
Stands there, an old nomad
With words made of clay,
Washed away, in stones
To keep them alive
As the desert begins to dance
An old signboard in its neon lights
Carries it no meaning, these words
Come here they all,
With visions […]

In abundance, this pain
Unbearable and intolerable
All here for you to see
What is left of our remains?
Our grandeur and purity
Here you will find it all
To your heart’s desire
Here you will find it all
For what we have created
Our squalor, of misery and despair
Chosen we have a dwelling
From all what we have done
Our deeds and our actions
Residents, our […]

Potions of magic or poison,
As we deliberate in our worlds
The old questions
Of thoughts and its mechanics
As it leaves our souls,
For some; it’s magic
For others; its poison
Gather they all to see
Its effect, in a distant time
The old teacher,
In the streets of Athens
For wisdom and knowledge
The chosen wanderings
The pronounced price
As they turn into whispers
As whispers turn into […]

In this trance, as I move in and out
The old comfort, as numbness dwell
Behind me, the old trail of music
Out of sight, my existence and mind
In this trance, as I move in and out
As this world withdraws its temptation
As these hours of serenity arrive
In silence, these mosaics of the past
In this trance, as I move […]

You remain in me, my friend,
Like an old continent, in its space
As fate folds you into moments
As moments fold you into memory
As memory folds you into my dreams
Free I become from the need
To explain or defend,
Those constraints imposed
By this world and its snares
By this world and its inhabitants
No longer the need to speak
No longer the […]

What is it we have?
That cannot be taken
By hook or crook
Eternally ours,
These voices of freedom
They may claim
Of its possession
Caught up in their belief
Of rulers and oppressors
Ours it is, eternally ours
These voices of freedom
No rain will dampen,
No rivers will hinder,
Flow it will in its path
The rhymes of its existence
Moments of its reflection
Ours eternally,
These voices of freedom
Like […]