Kash hum aur qareeb hotay
Dil nahi tou na sahi
Ghar he nazdeek hotay
Har sham ka hamain
becheni say intezar hota
“Oye jaldi bahir aa” wala message
Phir aksar sath wali market mein jana
Chips aur Coke pakkar kar kaheen nikkal parna
Kuch din bhar ki batain karna
Kabhi puranay khuwab torna aur naye khuwab banana
Aur kabhi buhut hansna aur hansana
Phir sham gehri honay par wapis aana
Ghar k bahir kharray huye bhi bachi hui batain karna
Aur kartay he jana
Phir buhut baar Khuda Hafiz keh kar bhi alag na hona
Aur kabhi chhuti kay din
Wo tumhara meri taraf raat guzarna
Buhut si batain karna
Kaainat ki har cheez ki
Kabhi rangon say khelna
Kabhi tasveeron say
Raat honay par kabhi chhat par chalay aana
Sitaray aur chaand dekhna
Mil kar khamoshi ki awaz sun’na
Chhup kar cigarette bhi peena
Aur ye sochna k ye raat kabhi khatm na ho
Aao ab sotay hain, tumhara ye kehna
Aur mera wo chhota sa bistar
Jo hamaray liye buhut barra hota
Ussi par aahista aahista batain kartay kartay so jana
Ab uth jao aur baqi neend apnay ghar ja kay karna
Tumhara ankhain khol k mujhay aisay dekhna
jesay main bhi tumharay khuwab ka hissa hoon
Tumhari wo soi hui soorat
Aur neend bharri awaz
Ye poochna k itni jaldi subah kiyoon ho gayi
Kash hum aur qareeb hotay
Dil nahi tou na sahi
Ghar he nazdeek hotay
— Knonie, September 2013
When you hide
behind a cloud
I make love
imagining you with you
You are so naturally
My room still smells of you.
I miss hearing your voice
I miss the sounds your mouth make
I miss that occasional cough
And those unexpected yawns
I miss your flu
I haven’t spoken for days
Your voice is all I want to hear
بندوق کی نوک پر
اور قیمتی اشیاء
مزاحمت کرنے پر
کرنا منع ھے
No matter who I see
And what I do
Whenever I open my eyes
It’s always you.
— Knonie, July 2013
Flying above the clouds was a wonderful experience for me, as I love watching them from below and always wanted to get closer. I was so amazed by seeing them so close that I felt like jumping off and floating among them, and I hardly held my tears of excitement and awe. Then I decided that if I ever gonna marry someone, that would be clouds.
I took these shots on 4th April 2013, during a flight from Islamabad, Pakistan to Doha, Qatar.
With the help of some Aluminum foil and a flash-light, here’s the shadow sculpture I made.
Those related to Pakistan can identify this silhouette. It is the famous Faisal Mosque in Islamabad.
They are making a fool out of me.
They can sense my strength, they can feel my uniqueness, and that is what keeps them restless.
They take me as an alien or a rebel, so they disapprove me altogether. Some are kind, so they tend to make me feel understood. They hardly change their own principles, but make me change mine. They wanted to change my glasses so that I could see the world the way they want.
They make me suffer for the unseen things. They live their life in a way that gives me a constant sense of guilt. Yes, I am responsible for their hurt and tears, this is what they want me to think. They keep on giving me some small amounts of sympathies to make me feel protected, and pleasures to keep me curious, but they spend the greater time in making me feel sad and tired… Or precisely “Tied”.
They make me live under certain patterns, and make me believe that it is the only way. They put conditions that take my freedom. They bound me to the promises of a better tomorrow for which I will be held responsible. They do anything to make me suffer during the time when my life has the greatest amount of passion and zeal. They distract me from all the places till I start feeling that my passions are worthless. They take the worth out of everything… every little thing that is a source of joy for me now.
They are making a fool out of me. Yes, all of them.
I won’t let anyone kill me.
Wednesday, the 13th March, 2013
“Aisi duniya mein jahan har larka kisi aur larki kay liye mujhay chhor sakta hai tou kia yahan aik bhi aisi larki nahi hai jo meray liye qurbani day sakay?”
“Koun larka? Koun larki? Kia duniya?”
“Yehi duniya jis mein hum nay inqalab lana hai.”
“Haan, tou duniya badli tou nahi hai?”
“Badli tou hai. Aur kia ab sab kuch he aik illusion hai?”
“Haha nahi. Ye duniya soch ki nahi, haqeeqat ki he hai. Insaan buhut badal gaya hai, kehnay ko, kiyoon k ab ilm buhut waseeh ho chuka hai aur insani zehen bhi, laikin jhagray wohi puranay hain. Bas kuch pesa kamanay ka dhang karo aur phir kuch bachay day kar chalay jao. Lo jee tumharay jesay aur aa gaye.”
“Haan ye tou insani zindagi kay baqa kay liye hai.”
“Jesay ye sab kuch tou aik aam shakhs insani zindagi ki baqa k liye karta hai. Pata hai jo iss baqa k naam pay ho raha hai…”
“Ab baat ko kaheen aur mutt lay kar jao…”
“Acha bakwas na karo. Meri baat suntay tou ho nahi wesay he poochtay ho bas. Pata nahi meri baton mein doobnay ka kia ishq hai tumhain. Jis din doobnay na doon, uss din mujhay bardasht bhi nahi kar saktay.”
“Ab ye baat kahan say nikali hai. Main ja raha hoon.”
“Dafa ho apnay ghar. Tumharay ghar walay pareshan ho rahay hon gay kay kaheen raat na ho jaaye.”
“Fuck you! Wo mera ghar nahi hai. Aur is haftay sham ko jaldi aaoon ga aur baton k liye poori raat bhi ho gi…”
“Oye hoye… Zindagi…”
I’ve waited so long
To wake up and
To start my life
With love, trust, hope
With happiness, joy
And everything good around
And believe me
I almost started it
Before realising it was just a dream
— Knonie, December 2012
They are making a fool out of you.
They can sense your strength, they can feel your uniqueness, and that is what keeps them restless.
No matter how busy they are, they have time for you, because you are still not like everyone else.
They take you as an alien or a rebel, so they disapprove you altogether. Some are kind, so they tend to make you feel understood. They will hardly change their own principles, but make you change yours. They will change your glasses so that you could see the world the way they want.
They will make you suffer for the unseen things. They will live their life in a way that will give you a constant sense of guilt. Yes, you are responsible for their hurt and tears, this is what they want you to think. They will keep on giving you some small amounts of sympathies to make you feel protected, and pleasures to keep you curious, but will spend the greater time to make you feel sad and tired… Or precisely “Tied”.
They will make you live under certain patterns, and make you believe that it is the only way. They will put conditions that take your freedom. They will bound you to the promises of a better tomorrow for which you will be held responsible. They will do anything to make you suffer during the time when your life has the greatest amount of passion and zeal. They will distract you from all the places till you feel your passions are worthless. They will take the worth out of everything… every little thing that was once a source of joy for you.
They are making a fool out of you. Yes, all of them.
Don’t let anyone kill you.