When it was torn, it was in tatters

Open the door and let me in.

It's cold out here,

The air is thin.

My clothes are in tatters.

My scarf is torn.

I've been in there before,

But now I'm not so sure.

Deep inside my little heart aches

Counts every moment,

Every step you take.

I hear your warm voice from hear.

See your angel face with me

Is the sky inside still the same?

Because outside,

The sky changed with every step I took;

My blood is cold,

My hands are cut.

To whom you you bid farewell,

Was a girl so pure.

The one that's within me;

Has been in the street,

Has played the game.

You loved her then.

Do you love me now?

Open the door and let me in.

[I don't expect them to though.]

Nos vamos sin equipaje by frozeninstants

Photo-deprivation

Clown by herzfield

In these darkened streets I linger,

My cloak is tattered and torn.

My existence is turning to smoke.

And look!

How these stones stare at me.

Judge me.

Wait for me to turn to ash.

__________

The first crack is there;

Now I see them move.

Slowly, Cunningly.

__________

One eyes on his face, whirls in its socket.

Some chips of stone fall down;

his mouth has an ominous curve.

A smile perhaps.

Fingers twitch, and he comes alive.

Sensing the warmth of my body.

Thick blood drools from his hungry lips.

Teeth barred.

He snarls, he pounces.

__________

My soul was inhaled.

My body was devoured.

A mirthless stone is left of it.

__________

They are still moving and will never stop.

Her mist surrounds them,

They breathe in it.

Protected by her silence.

Out in the light, their stony exterior falls apart.

And they judge her limp torso.

I see their fleshy eyes.

__________

I see their dead eyes.

__________

What Have you Engraved on my Palm

I can see myself crawling;

With broken bones,

My mouth is drooling.

I am the one in the corner.

Filth covers my hands.

Mucus, my eyes.

Never will it wear off.

I knew this would come,

with the stagnant pond

In which I was born

The chains of spirituality [and status quo]

Were clung deep in my heart.

My belly needs food,

My feet need shoes.

[I know you aren't wearing no shoes either but it is your own choice]

My hands need something lush to hold,

So let me break away;

From the ties of helplessness,

From this web of fate:

That you have engraved on my palm.

I hate to be what I am.

I don't want to be you either.

I want to be what I can be;

What I was meant to be.

Let go of my hands,

Let me be free.

Metamorphosis of the elf

Close these eyes,

Shatter these dreams,

Scratch this skin,

Hide this smile,

Hurt these senses;

Until her shadow cries.

_______________

I may be a wicked elf,

But I have my dreams.

Kill me.

Don't wring my heart.

Crush my body to its smallest piece.

Don't let my passions die.

Let me hold these colors once;

Let me see the sky.

Let me love my dreams for a moment;

Before you take my hands away.

_______________

My fingers may be stubby,

My feet may be small.

I stand upright,

I do not crawl.

_______________

My eyes refuse to accept passive tears by Agnes-Cecile

Land-of-the-unnatural

I have a cat named Choti that was adopted by my family about a year ago. She never gave birth to her own kittens, in fact, as far as I remember she was never even pregnant. Recently, we got two kittens, Bhonki and Tillo [now known as Akram paindoo] from Jhang through a friend of my mother. Choti has been annoyingly feeding the kittens since they got here. Even at the moment Choti is feeding the two idiots with the loudest sounds possible from the land-of-the-unnatural, right in front of me and on my rizayee!! grrr. :[ I wish Choti had her own kids so she would punch these two leeches in their tiny squishy faces.

Hmph.

Choti- My baby girl. <3

Bangladeshi Foooodd

I was going through some of my old photo albums and I came across these from my visit to Bangladesh in June-July, 2011. Hopefully, there's going to be travelogue on the visit Insha'Allah.

We had this fish for Lunch at BPATC, Dhaka. It was weird to see the fish staring at us while we ate but it tasted good, no doubt. The fish was mashed and mixed with daal I guess.

Departmental snacks for visitors.

Coconut and cucumber. Didn't really make sense.

This is the national fruit of Bangladesh: Jackfruit. It was something in between a mango and a watermelon. Didn't like it all.

During the fourteen days in Bangladesh I never ate this dish. Sorry! I come from Lahore and I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm a predator, in fact a kuker-ator.

At the terrace of the Vice Chancellor's residence at Jahangirnagar University, Dhaka. Laal Mirchii.

Soup.

Messiah paradox

Before tonight, the only doctors and medicine students I knew were my Phopos, Phopas and cousins and of course my dentist...[love her!!]. There is a huge number of the messiah brotherhood in my taber i.e., le famille, but I had NEVER in my life seen ass-moron-ish MBBS students as I did today on blogger. :D Funny people. I wish I could post their blog addresses here but that would be rude. There have been riots, processions, unattended patients and insensitivity to be seen on the part of doctors in Punjab. Very recently, in Punjab Institute of Cardiology, where irrespective of the people dying of cardiac diseases, the doctors couldn't hold their smelly farts and had to blow them out on the lives of people by not showing up on duties. Many similar events were seen a few days/months ago. How on Earth are these people analysed to be capable of helping the society. It's fun to see them coolly indifferent to their surroundings, not giving a 'fuck': as is mostly quoted to social conventions, being the paparazzi type and hippies during their student life, but I seriously wonder once they graduate, would they be as insensitive as they appear to be through their writings or is it just a way of venting out their academic tension.

I do pray it's the latter situation.

One of them definitely gave me a point to think and if I had not already graduated, Z and I would have spent hours dissecting her minds inside out. "Losing virginity without physical contact so you'll have only your heart to give to the loved one." Point taken as a good one but i'm still working on the technicalities of it. :P This was the only thing, which although being lewd, sounded 'sensible' among all the non-sense I read on the blogs of medicine students tonight.