Things to destroy…

•September 6, 2011 • 1 Comment

Grapes are to be crushed to make wine, meat is to be chopped to make sausages. If your life’s treating you really bad, its actually turning you into something you’re supposed to be. Something unique and mutant. I wish I understood what I was saying.


Lost in Light

•August 25, 2011 • Leave a Comment


I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love — put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

‘I Am Not Yours’ by Sarah Teasdale

Hands are red with your blame

•June 3, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Hands are red with your blame
Megaphone screaming my name
Whimpers someone I should’ve loved
Souls weeping above
I’ve seen what you’re doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our souls
Micro waves me insane
A blade cuts in your brain
To sounds like a fork on a plate
Blackboard scratched with hate
I’ve seen what you’re doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our souls

Microcuts – Muse


•May 26, 2011 • Leave a Comment

The reasons are ending, the walls are closing and the eyes are burning. No one has an idea what tomorrow will bring. Rain or Sunshine. The hope is dead. The mind is closed and the points of authority have been forgotten.

Live What You Love

•May 5, 2011 • 1 Comment


That’s me and my watch waiting for a haircut Monday Morning in Bank Square.

What’s mine isn’t yours.

•May 3, 2011 • Leave a Comment


Journal Entry 422

•April 22, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Aftab’s Journal: Today, a comedian died in Karachi.

RIP Moin Akhtar.