Rain

It was raining outside, and coincidently I was listening to "Jab Bahar Aai To" (When it drizzles then ... ) by Shaukat Ali. Though I don't know much about rain symbolizing sadness but when I was reading "The Great Gatsby" back in High School, my teacher told me that rain connotes to doleful moments in life.

I don't know how exactly do poets inscribe rain with sadness but I grew up knowing that "its when the world cries for its sorrows". Though that's not what I deem about rain. To me - It considerably brings old memories, and even the pleasant moments bring tears to eyes. Rain ... Rain is a cordial of memories.

I stepped right where the settled water created a big splash; as I lost my concentration and looked down at my feet to see if the splash completely drenched my clothes - I saw it! Struggling to float, in need of a hard surface to step on, dry to say the least. It was paddling the legs as fast as it could have, but going nowhere. There was water, everywhere. An ocean and nowhere to go but paddle to stay alive. Rain pouring on it, making things even more rigid. I stood there, watching it struggle, seeing it hopeless, knew that it had no chance; and maybe I wasn't the only one who knew!

I knew how it felt to be there, when you are just hopeless, flatten, and forlorn of all hopes. I stepped once more, but this time, on it. I looked straight up, mouth opened, eyes stuttering, rain pouring - I wanted to stare right at Him. Then I looked down with anguish - it was dead.

I walked away wondering; If I were down there, I would've kept paddling, struggling - but I would've never drowned myself, even if I wished ... to die!

Leaving faded footsteps in snow over the morning
Galvanized mind headed towards a coffee shop, moaning
Dollar twenty-one Double-Double with - “more sugar please”
The Globe read - “Shaping opportunities making life ease”


Now I efface those footsteps so no men heeds upon thee - rather I
Time went by,
Moments crossed off,
But the rays still distort away in the arched tunnel of hope - just as I

Lyrics: Till I saw you!

There was never something
I had the greed of,
It seemed like everything
Was there…
Till I saw you!

There was nobody
In the ticket line,
I was ‘bout to leave
To see the show,
Till I saw you !

I never knew eyes could
Be so important
It seemed like everything
Was same,
Till I saw you!

I thought nobody
Could be innocent,
Mind was set to mean
That it was true,
Till I saw you

Now there is something I have the greed of,
Now I know eyes could be so important,
Now I think there’s someone who could be innocent,
And I never had these feelings
Till I saw you

I saw you
I felt you
It seemed like I owned you

But that was all I ever
Dreamed of,
And the only thing I ever
Did was,
Was that I saw you

Saw you

There was nobody
In the ticket line,
I never knew eyes could
Be so important,
I thought nobody
Could be innocent,
But that was all…
Till I saw you

The Odd Meaning

Hungry as ever, I was anxious to eat something. I always had a notion that the city of Lahore would have some worthy restaurants; and maybe Fri-Chicks was the right scene. It was more of a look-alike to McDonalds but had reasonable food and more lavishing site - in comparison.

Rushing through the stairs just waiting to get into the mood - I opened the door, and noticed her eyes looking upon me; taking a notorious approach, I looked back at her. I couldn’t resist, as the eye contact remained for scarcely any second; I suspect. My stomach awaked me where I should suppose to be - as I told my friends to find a spot to eat while I get the order.

I was in the queue waiting to order food; she was also there with a bunch of kids. While the kids seemed to know exactly what they wanted; she looked indecisive. She appeared to have an alluring personality; elegant dress-up and a charming face. Without doubt, a turn-on for me.

I felt that I should talk to her. Maybe she wanted the same. Never good at pick up lines, I knew the best way off would be to say something ordinary. ‘Maybe a comment on her dress’ - cheesy, I would never go for that line, especially if I were a girl. I seemed to be talking to myself, convincing and disheartening. I knew I would come up with something better. So finally I decided to have a go at it. Maybe it was all ludicrous, but I wanted to talk.

Time to talk - as I could see her approaching towards me. I knew this is the right moment. I looked at her; she glanced as well.

“Yes, No, …. Yes”. My Mind was bantering around with me. She came close and walked by, while I just stood there and watched the moment lapse away from me. I knew I can’t let it down now. So I closed my eyes, took a deep breathe and I turned. I walked towards her and in a gutsy way, I said,

“Excuse me”

She turned and eagerly said, “Yes?”

That’s all she had to say and my mind started to whirl around with words, anticipating to come out. Maybe it took around two seconds to reply, but felt like eternity to me.

“Nice dress”, I said it - the stupid dress line.

I felt alleviated, albeit I knew it was a trite thing to say; maybe she had the same thought. But with an ambiguous smile and surprise, she said:

“Thanks”

I kept standing there with a subdued face, looking entirely idiotic - mouth opened, but words didn't seem to come out. So she turned and started to walk in her direction.

I wanted to be a rebel especially against the odds. I knew I wasn't getting anywhere and was rather getting pettish about the whole situation. But I guess, part of me wanted the folly situation to proceed. So, I caught up again with her.

“Hey, I don’t know, but ... you're pretty”

She looked flattered, rather stunned. I made a fool out of myself; I could see it on her face too. She appeared to remain speechless, so I continued;

“I know it sounds ridiculous, but I was thinking if we can keep in touch; ah ... phone number?”

Couldn't image the last time I was so desperate to get a girls number. There was something unique about her; and I wasn’t ashamed of getting embarrassed. Maybe there are certain moments in life that cannot be explained because they don't have a meaning to it.

It was time to take it or, leave it. I knew she didn't buy the whole phone thing. So I went on,

“Look, I understand! If you don’t want it to happen, you can just turn around and pretend, nothing happened ... you know”

So she turned and never looked back, as I kept standing there, watching her go. Just like that, everything came to an end. I looked around and saw that everything was calm. Yet, all these people fare on such paths, rather - meaningless moments. I turned around to get back into the queue, even though, the hunger wasn't there anymore.

Maybe every moment of it was meaningless, but all of it - had a meaning. Maybe I had to walk on such paths. Maybe, just to tell a story; Maybe!

Perfection!

Her eyes made me kept staring

Her smile made me kept thinking

It was her affable converse

That pure and virtuous heed

Which all made her so perfect

So perfect, that I fumbled to realize;

Perfection is far beyond me, and

Even my dreams daunt towards perfection

Passion, Would be ...

Popteus: Passion, would be?

Otso: Water! The rain that wets the world to peace. Above all, All that does not disturb.

Tpravus: Darkness that lies beyond All. The lone road towards emptiness. Peace!

Popteus: Passion, would be?

Tpravus: Passion would be, that emptiness of peace; that peace you can never grasp!

Otso: Passion would be, that silent rain; that peace pouring on you!

Popteus: Passion would be - Peace.

Its not a matter of Good or Bad, Reality or Illusion, nor

Its a matter of Here or There, but

Its a matter of where you stand between them