Heavenly Muse

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One day the Nouns were clustered in the street. An Adjective walked by, with her dark beauty The Nouns were struck, moved, changed. The next day a Verb drove up, and created the Sentence. Kenneth Koch

  I am a daughter of Eve. True!! But I do also inherit some qualities of my father Adam. If I have been created to amuse or to care just as, usually, goes with the idea of Eve's creation, I can also demand to be amused and to be cared, a justified behavior that definitely owes to my father Adam 's genes.  Adam who ,once, was in the need of  companionship,  of being heard ,  cared and   loved. All these traits of Adam run in my blood too. I look more like my mother Eve, but my nature has got enough shades of my father's genes . Why does everyone ignore my pro-Adam half, and just concentrate on Pro-eve qualities. Do the sons of Adam find my pro-Adam traits intimidating ?Do they find a rival in me? If it is so , then let it be. I am a blend of both Adam and eve.Those who want me to kill my inner Adam , I advice them to find their inner Eve, only then they claim to be complete human .

How can a president be overthrown just for increasing minimum wages? Isn’t it a just action a president can possibly take to favour his people? But even then,  Manuel Zelaya was overthrown for doing just the same. Does a man, who fights for the maritime trade route that legally belongs to its country , deserve to die? Isn’t it a duty of a president to protect the assets of its country? But even then, Omer Torroji was assassinated in a well orchestrated plane crash. Doesn't a man , who rightfully accused the group of missionaries for colluding with oil companies and manipulating the innocent minds of indigenous people, deserve to live ? Isn’t  it heroic to speak against the manipulation of indigenous communities at the hand powerful exploiters? But even then Jaime Roldos was killed. Isn’t is necessary to overthrow the foreign oil companies that exploit your land and turn t...

Hundred times, believe me , hundred times I have given myself warning  that ENOUGH with complaining, enough with expecting, enough with being hopeful and enough with crying. But every time, I forget about this self-flagellation  and continue the same useless errands in the name of LIFE. May be this feeling of being a looser is also a part of life or may e this is life. This feeling tells you that once you possessed something or at least a hope of possessing something.And this thirst shows that you are alive. No matter how weak, how damaged your hope is, it has long roots and it will never die out. Why? sometime you are tired of being hopeful. Sometime you are just tired of giving justifications.   Damn it!!! This hope will not leave me. And I will witness it getting shattered again.

Yes it is same.Even though you have not traveled the whole world; you have not seen the soil color of different fields  or tasted the water of strange springs sprouting from remote corners; you can make this claim that "The Sky is  the same everywhere". But does the same sky shower the same sort of blessing for every living being? It is another and totally different question. Many, Many (and in fact many) years back when I was small (very small indeed), and used to miss my maternal uncle when he left after spending few holidays with us ; a weird yet effective practice used to heal me in the times of sorrow. I would look at sky and told me rather console myself by thinking that the sky over my head would be the same as the one there over the head of my uncle , so we had something as a connection.  Many years later ( though I was still small but not very ) , my mother died. Life changed and the change brought anxiety . A strong uncomfortable feeling did not let ...

A single lonely silent day, amidst  so many others flourished with daily chores and frequent  sounds of laughter, tells you that how fake and vulnerable your smile is. Silence introduces you with the dark recesses of your mind and many buried thoughts sprout out from hibernation and tickle your wounded conscious.                                                                       sADnESs 

Yes sometime you just can't!!! Can't speak, Can't weep, Can't leave. Everyone gets angry.Everyone gets hyper. Everyone tensed. But when One person says that one hits you ,  scolds you out of anger and its not a big issue then you start thinking about your anger that made you even more silent and passive receptive of abuse. I can't go back.I can't leave. I will move on .I have to. I know one day this journey will end. And I will vanish.

Relations are Relations. Is it that simple ? No. Simply No!!!!!!! Relations have categories to fit in. Which sort of categories? Well I am working on it. But at the start of my research/search , I have found at least  one type which can be known as  " Second Hand relation" .  I have also found(conceived) few characteristics: A relation that you maintain with a person who has to be up to the mark to be in that relationship. A relation that does not accept a person as a person is. A relation that that is devoid of any shade of blind love. A relation which can help you forget the old relations but cannot replace them. (spare part ) A relation that can be clutches but cannot be a lost limb. A relation that is built on inequality. A relation where memories override the living beings. THIS BLOODY SECOND HAND RELATION.

First they came for the Jews and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew. Then they came for the Communists and I did not speak out because I was not a Communist. Then they came for the trade unionists and I did not speak out because I was not a trade unionist. Then they came for me and there was no one left to speak out for me.

Many years back , one started one's search for love. One was not aware of the definition of love yet one had a craving and so one continued to search to find it.And after immense wondering, one found ONE that one decided to make one's someone special . One thought for a while that one has found true love. After some time, one felt that some shades of care were missing, one thought a LOVE without care would still be love unless honesty is there.Then one day one was betrayed. And then one thought that Love can still be celebrated unless the feeling of regret is not missing.And the moment came when one felt that lack of care and honesty was being celebrated without a bit of regret. And then  one came to know that love can not found it can only be bestowed by God.And God is still creating this phenomenon. Now One has given on the idea of finding love.Now one has decided that when love would come back to God, one will assist one's God in creating LOVE .So quit your search till...

I am the daughter of Eve. True.But I also inherits some quality of my father Adam. If I have been created to amuse or to care just as goes with the idea of Eve's creation, I can also demand to be amused and to be cared, a justified behavior that definitely owes to my father Adam 's genes. Adam who ,once, was in the need of companionship, to be heard, to be cared and to be loved.All these traits of Adam runs in my blood too. I look more like my mother Eve, but my nature has got enough shades of my father's genes . Why does everyone ignore my pro-Adam half, and just concentrate on Pro-eve qualities. Do the sons of Adam find my pro-Adam traits intimidating.Do they find a rival in me .If it is so ,then let it be. I am a blend of both Adam and eve.Those who want me to kill my inner Adam , I advice them to find their inner Eve,only then they claim to be true humans.

Let's place a full stop to an instinct of having dreams, making wishes and communicating complains.At the age of 30,let's accept the authority of life that I have been denying since long.Act of placing full stop just crushes the hope that more words might be coming to console the tired heart. A full stop may indicate an end of the phase of life, a chapter of history, the whole saga of humane race.Full stop is the personification of end.Let's accept the end .

I am intrinsically a worried person. To get worried is one of the few tasks that I can perform efficiently. Despite being excessively worried most of the time, I manage to be happy .How Come? I guess, I often get worried just to enjoy when apparently negative things turn out to be positive .The smile that appears on your lips after much frowning, that smile feels. l like a real feast. So by getting worried just to be happy again is a good practice, and by living with oppositions, I keep myself fresh and when I would leave this world ,would leave it as an experienced being who has tasted each and every flavor of the life. ( Inspired by Freud’s theory of trauma about re-enactment of grief to relist afterwards happiness)

Forget the bad things happened in past and forgive the bad guy because you are damned to be good one. Move ahead.Focus on positive things and let the negative people go out of your life along with their negativity. Don’t turn around your face.I am not going to reiterate these old gold advices.I know it is not as simple as it reads ( sounds ). It is not easy to let go of bad memories,it is not easy to forgive those who has stolen your time , stigmatized your past with suffering and inflicted perpetual pain on  your present . Human mind has special channels to keep alive the memory of past pains and to keep remember the faces of inflictors. Then what one is supposed to do.How to move on?How to look forward.Lets play a trick.If you cannot forget then let's  punish someone by denying his/ her existence. This punishment does not usually do any harm to the wrong doers yet it can do you a favour. Place their faces in the background, make them stand in the place of those extras w...

When you write something ,you often do this with the intention of sharing with known or unknown ,wanted or unwanted readers.When i started writing my blogs,my goal was to earn readership.I liked when people visited my blog and read my posts.This wish to be read and admired by others made me conscious and bound my thoughts.then i stopped writing posts,people stopped visiting my place and blog's words became unheard stories. now i am taking advantage of this solitary less visited place.Whatever i would say here,none would listen,and even if someone would do ,he or she would not be even distantly related to me.I am sick of rude careless and selfish people.i am surrounded by few.And I don't know how to deal with them .I dont pray too often,I think a lot,usually negative things kept my mind occupied. things are not good  they are not doing fine. at least for now.

Every other day of life is drenched in multiple problems of various types and in various shades :electricity issues,WiFi not working,car 's mechanical work and health matters.Among all these preoccupations ,the emotional and sentimental blows triggered by distant and immediate relatives 's unexpected moves have their own severe impact. Many of times I feel like running away from this daily cruel business of mundane life. An urge to find out a place where an utmost certainty and peace could embrace me affectionately,often restricts me from performing daily tasks.But what would I be without these daily ups and down? These daily problems and my way of of tackling them defines my personality.Every other problem invokes a new spirit in me and I come up with readily conceived solution.My mind keeps on working along with other body parts ,and bring the gift of relief -no matter how temporary it is- to my throbbing heart. These daily challenges re...

Strange world of Facebook 1>the girls who spend all university /college years cursing each other and in back biting ,promptly become friends on facebook after getting married just to show off newly found husbands. " oh such a nice couple" " looking awesome jani" bla bla bla 2> people who have spent money and time on "Aamil bawa bangali" for casting spell on relatives suddenly become fan of Dr zakir naik and dr tariq jameel. 3>a baby is born in labour room but celebrated in facebook...tiny creature weighing 5 to 6 pounds struggling to look like human seed,is put on the time line and here come comments: " oh shoo shweetoo" " oh little princess " "oh look like dad/mom" bla bla 4>wife and husband ( while cannot find another any other personal slot to admire each other ) appreciating each other for nothing: " i am so thankful to ALLAH who gave me husband like you" " oh you are my ...

I love the walls. They are my companion in the times of pleasure and sorrow. They witness my smiles and tears the month they take birth. They keep ready to take me in when I feel threatened by the mundane maneuvering of the world around. Despite being concrete structures, they are soft enough that I could rest my back against them and shed my worries away.  In return, I want my friends to be in good shape. The decor of walls is my passion, whether you have a big house or small, the walls can easily be managed without getting too much concerned about the space. They embraced the beauty so majestically and make you feel royal when you find yourself enshrined within beauty laden surroundings