NOISE

Lateral to my sense,
Crisscrossing me,
Bewildering me,
I hear noise,
Crippling reason,
Swinging my moods,
Rippling my universe,
I see noise,
Demonic apparitions,
Godly overtures,
Empathy and apathy,
I feel noisy

Season

Tis the season of joy. Everyone's in a hurry to wed their bachas/bachis off. Three weddings in a weekend, amazing stuff. Pity though, Nawaz Shareef's legacy leaves me with nothing to do but poondi. Good stuff.

Identity

It is an interesting concept of identity that has prevaded itself into my thoughts recently. A whole new cultural setup adored and adulated yet an adulterated form of reality. There is so much crap in my room, in my pc, in my head.........

Have to get rid of it...
sor it....
soon

Kahuna

Microsoft is handing out invites for the Hotmail beta. Go here http://spaces.msn.com/members/imranq2/ to check it out.

Today

In accordance to defined norms many of us struggle to maintain ourselves not wanting to stray onto the horizon where things are not defined and patterns cannot be followed. This is not to say that rebellion is a higher calling or that it is in someway innately ‘higher’.

Ridiculaudo

The storm blew full force across my window. It chose to ignore my view into the outside instead choosing to wage war sideways upon objects it could have a hope of moving. I was encased within concrete, isolated, happy within my own little world. Blogger just ate up two posts of mine. I shall never be able to recreate them. I feel lost as if a part of my mind had been stolen from me but it was only a random utterance that I chose to cling on to to remind me of myself. History should be learnt from but it is very difficult to let go of it.

Revitalize

There are;
Voices in my head,
Places I must go,
Reasons to be given,
Statements to be made,
An attitude to be portrayed,

In between;
Bloods boils dry,
Cuddled up inside,
Fearing the outside,
Keeping to myself,

When it;
Explodes like a bomb,
Diminishing what was thought,
Creating new lines,
The old ones still remain