Margalla Marauder

Darkness is intoxicating, it's like gravity Defined and designed by deep dexterity A draught that devours the very concept of clarity I wonder why it calls to me with such familiarity Hurtling and tumbling towards the singularity Deep is the well of despair and hilarity Busting all hopes with merciless brutality Demons dementing with determined solidarity Despite the despondence of self and society Despair not in the Doings of the Deity His decisions for you will lead to auriety Nothing goes amiss in His presiety (c) Abdullah Bin Khurram 2018

Have you ever seen the beauty of the dark Walking a stray path in an open park No noise from a car or crow or lark Startled only by the occasional loud bark The world is still to every lepton n quark The hustle of the day is a contrast stark The blackness punctuated by a lonely spark The light bug's domain and it's signature mark Your face is soothed by the southbound breeze There is a rustle in the bushes and trees Your heart and limbs for a moment freeze Don't shut your eyes even for a sneeze The bugs are singing a continuous chorus Lamenting the demise of the shining horus The sky is a big curtain, dark but porous Faraway celebratory fireworks effloresce Among the stars is a moving satellite Mars is bright with shining hematite Meteors plight jumping around impolite Darkness and light overnight reunite The sky is still full of surprises From the horizon a half slice rises Devouring the darkness as the horizon demises Dulled and blurred by polluting

I keep myself occupied in mobile, So the memories of my past, Won't haunt me. I keep going through Facebook, So that my loneliness, Won't taunt me. I keep funny videos running, So that the darkness around, Won't daunt me. I step carefully around risks, So that any failures, Won't gaunt me. I keep myself hidden in crowds, So that those who know me, Won't flaunt me. Deceptions by denials and dread, Trying to make true, What can't be. © Abdullah bin Khurram 2017

HOUSE JOB DIARIES:       The story of a baby that suffered at the hands of the system, because she           was unable to afford expensive hospitals (A True Story, but fictional names) She had been lying on the bed of Paediatric ICU for hours, gasping, each breath coming in rales. Her mother, looking on at her wide eyes and flared nostrils, feeling as helpless as a snared rabbit, had already exhausted her lacrimal glands. The ICU was too filled with patients for the pair of House Officers to spare her more than a glance. One house officer once came by. He looked at the file. She was admitted last night. Her breathing was noted to become gradually difficult. She had also had fever and coughing. It was a pneumonia case. He had seen too many succumb to this ailment. This would likely be another one of the many. ' Well, who's counting, anyway ' he thought heaving a sigh. He checked the oxygen, and the medication list, and moved on. The mother's eyes fol

Reigns and Chains [Wrote it for my college magazine about 2 years back. They never published it. Guess blogger has no problems with it :)  Only for muslims with deep understanding of religion] Tahir: Assalam-o-AlaikumwaRehmatullah bro… How are ya? Salman: Wa-alaikumusSalaamwaRehmatullahiwaBaraaktuh. I’m fine, Alhamdulilllah. U? Tahir: Me too, Alhamdulillah. (They smile at each other for a while; a relaxed calm look in both their eyes) Salman: let us find a place to sit somewhere. (He grabs Tahir’s hand, who follows effortlessly) (Both are sitting cross legged on the tiled floor) Salman: So, how are you? Tahir: (his smile spreads and bows his head) Not doing so well… you? Salman: (simply) Alhamdulillah! Tahir: Great… (They remain silent for a while) Salman: How’s it going? Tahir: Ah! The same routine essentially… (Silence) Salman: (Throwing Tahir a calculating look). How is your comrade? Tahir: That , my friend, is the real problem

Love versus Love [ I wrote this back when i was a teenager. One views the world quite differently back then. It was a good theme nevertheless, even though it seems trivial now. But teenage hormones are rdiculously strong :) Hope you enjoy it and it changes you, even if a bit] The cool air brushed his hair as he walked through street 17. Saad was alone. His best friend, Tahir, wasn’t with him tonight as his paternal relatives were invited at his place on dinner. He was about to turn the corner towards the fields, when he heard the door of his friend’s house open. Although it was a moonless night, the light emanating from the windows enabled Saad to recognize the silhouette of a girl coming out of the house. He was about to turn away when, to his astonishment, came out another figure that Saad could not mistake. Tahir, a tall boy in his late teens, wearing a shining kurta shalwar and supporting a young beard, walked the length of his house and turned into the shadows bes