"Kuch hona mera zillat-o-khwari ka sabab hai
ye hai mera ae'zaaz kay mein kuch bhi nahi hun"

A Consolation

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

I all alone beweep my outcast state,

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,

And look upon myself, and curse my fate;

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

Featured like him, like him with friends possest,

Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,

With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Haply I think on Thee-and then my state,

Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;

For thy sweet love remember'd, such wealth brings,

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

W. Shakespeare

"Kill anger fear Tension"

I heard this phrase quite often from friends and relatives...how do we 'kill' anger...I have shouted precisely 6 times in the 24 years that I've spent on this planet and killed most of my nerves in doing so...total eclipse...sigh...what patience...what harmony...what solitude...what silence...what pain...numbness all around...beauty of art that surrounds my tiny life does not coincide with the people I interact with...who cares...hmmm... bluff... 'trust me'...bluff... Absence of God from ones life... bluff...haha laughs the devil's laugh...my soul sits back and observes me in silence...chch what a pity... BLAST





new life





with tension hovering above my head.. complete domination of power..I was busy working....need I see what judgements people are drawing from the state I am in? to an extent... not more than that...I thank all those...specially that person I cherish the most...the world is such a large place and who knows where he'll stop next...what a cliche..sigh





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Sonnet 148

In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing:
In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn
In vowing new hate after new love bearing.
But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee.
When I break twenty? I am perjured most,
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee,
And all my honest faith in thee is lost.
For I have sworn deep oaths of thy kindness,
Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy.
And enlighten thee gave eyes to blindness,
Or made them swear against the thing they see:
For I have sworn thee fair: more perjured eye
To swear against the truth so foul a lie.