Wednesday, December 22, 2010

bad urdu poetry contd.

haalat-e-byaan hai ki kuchh ho nahi sakta..

jo main soch loon ki main ek zarra..bas ek fard hoon..


aur jo hausla aasman chhoo jaye,

to har namumkin ko mumkin kar doon..

ki main ek zarra hoon, ek fard hoon..


the poetry that comes from the squaring off between, and the circling is worth it.

finding beauty in the dissonance..

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fear innoculum

why? 'There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality..'