Be a Lie!

She is impious and temporal yet she maneuvers people out of their predicament by teaching them to have faith in ALLAH. She is arcane, no one knows much about her, they say when she is with us she is us. Her unconventional school of thought suggests her world is independent of time period. She thinks she has been standing at the same place ever since and never progressed, but people think of her as unstoppable. Putting both of these opinions together I assume she stands on a floating piece of land.

She is an over expression of a peculiarity of nature. Nature teaches us to fake. I am throwing up a catch phrase here, ‘learn from your body’. Our souls are en-caged within layers of bones, meat and skin. These layers hide our soul, ugly or beautiful, they hide. My purpose here is not to depreciate honesty but, sweet lies are always better than bitter truths. Every life has a story that makes us who we are; a story with brutal and pleasant episodes that paint us in black and white, the black is the reflection of all harsh realities you faced. A quality average of all the filthy and sinful acts you committed, heinous and cruel people you met and that poisonous concoction injected in you by your ghastly past. The black side is a set of your ugly truths; we all have ugly truths we need not to uncover. Cover your ugly truths with sweet lies, be a mystery that can never be unfolded.

In relationships, share your bodies, share your lives but never share yourself. Because this world is interested in knowing you not in ‘known you’, so put on a fake attire. Be a lie.

Origin of Words

Estimates suggest there are three to eight thousands languages in the world, where many languages have dialects too, how many words....i guess they have never dared to count and how many times we are lost for words? when we don't exactly know how this particular situation of us can be put into words..its the inability of expression that speaks.

I really wonder where all the languages originated from, if I go searching for it on the internet they seem more lost than me. What do they do is pick up each word then dive into the deep seas of world history, start in reverse and ultimately reach to an end which has again, no origin. But as a Muslim I believe the idea of language came from Holy books, the language of God. First language to be spoken on this earth is another controversial subject, Arabic was the first answer that occured to me. But what the first persons on the earth, Hazrat Adam (A.S) and mother Eve had spoken? A single language was not used by all messengers of ALLAH.


I have two problems, one is I dream a lot, not daydreaming but the real one, other is I rarely forget my dreams. A few times I dreamed that I am speaking words that don't exist in real and I can't communicate in that language when I wake up because nobody would understand me, these languages are sometimes a burden too, we have to be according to them otherwise, a disaster. Languages are for the expression, i feel they can limit that as well. We haven't mastered ourselves yet, we just cannot properly comprehend our own form. What are the ways other than language to speak our mind and heart, drawings, melodies, silence? I am not sure cause no matter what we do expression can never attain perfection unless one seeks divinity. Look inside or look around, everywhere  His perfection enunciates our imperfection. I assume ALLAH has intentionally left us inexpressible in our few aspects,inexpressible is not the right word, ALLAH has kept them profound just as a possessor keeps some authority over his possessions.

If I am feeling deserted, nobody else would feel it the same way as mine unless he or she becomes a piece of land and suffers an earthquake, a storm or any calamity, and I wonder when a body dances what a soul wants to speak? are there any words for body language? a language for a language?

Satan

 Divides my inner being into,

 satanic and anglian sides,

shadow of the dark tale,

that within me resides,

when radiance's awake, he goes

into dormancy,yet he breathes,

during the rise, in silence,

during the fall, in shrieks,

Fiendish moulds are carved

on concrete,on a glowless fire,

I am the black wine he pours,

into his glassy attires,

scares me my own reflection,

after I plant a sinful platan,

for in my living brown eyes,

i see the gaze of Satan...!

A wave rises in a turbulent sea, water streaks takes the contour of a bloke face tilted slightly downwards, broad forehead, left brow is raised, the streaks forming the face are in motion, lips smiling end to end offering many challenges, those eyes containing the gaze that lacerates the viewer completely.."it's Satan", the subconcious answers anticipating the question...... Sight vanishes. Eyes open. "A dream", she cried.  .
Sketched and edited (as viewed) by me!

Drums

I have always wondered my inborn likeness for drums. My ancestors were simple people, they were not much inclined towards music. In my family, my brother loved guitar.In my childhood I had seen him playing charming melodies on his guitar. He has a beguiling voice, cousins and friends loved listening to him. He happened to become my inspiration for singing, but love for drums is my instinct, I can feel it running through my veins.

Had music been my discovery, drums would have been my invention. I have seen myself many times behind the drums with tied up hair, crumpled up sleeves, eyes closed with a thoughtful gesture and beating drums wildly in oblivion. So involved in dealing with the world inside that the outside world vanished for me.
When anything a feeling, a non-living becomes intense, it finds out ways of expression. Human is one of those ways of expression. Look around and you'll see what is in disguise of humans. I have always believed that drummers are volcano in disguise for the void I see on their face and the lava I see in their eyes ready to outflow in a gush. Drums are the song played on human voice, they are never played on the background. The more  they whet the more they take the contour of the feeling deep down in my heart. The profound groove placates the tempestuous seas, represses my screaming soul....it can make the restless meditate!

I speculate drumbeats an inspiration for the choreographer because drumbeats cause the 'uncontrolled movement of the body' or simply call it 'dance'. Drumbeats also infused the idea of 'robot dance' in a choreographer's mind, because, I can define both, the drumbeat and the robot dance with a single defination: a brief,fitful and spasmodic movement of sb/sth.

I have my own way of writing history for which, I don't need to sift through books or probe the past or browse multiple websites. And here I am going to tell you a story of that origin. Once, there was a military man who went to a celebration where the city's best drummers came to exhibit their talent. Their drumming was so impeccable and captivating that the whole crowd acclaimed and cheered at them. The military man told me, on that moment he wished he could make such an incredible moves with his body that the crowd appreciated him too. But, army has decency thrust upon it. So, he came up with a more dignified form of dance, the army dance! As I stated above that army has decency thrust upon it, he soon named it 'Parade'.


Drumbeat in a song is just like salt in the meal. Though, majority thinks this for guitar. Even I admit only guitar strumming in the background can complete a song. This makes me jealous of guitar. Jealousy is sometimes inspirational, now-a-days I am composing a  crazy song that will be played on drums only. Yes unlike many others I am fond of loud and crazy music. When people question about my mad choice I give them a simple answer, yet many people don't understand it. I say,

"Only a heavy downpour can pacify a tornado!"