I will never say goodbye

I will never say no to you

Never hold out on you

All I ask in return is you remember me

Long after I am gone, I want to live in your memories

I will never say goodbye, never set the sun on our days in the summer

Of life in sway, of love in bloom

Never will I ever forget to tell you so

But you must not cry, or despair for I

Am just a thought away in your head

I will never say goodbye, never end the chapter called ‘You and I’

Our story is of love, one which is hard to come by

If need be, will I pause the lines and let the unspoken words be

So our ending would never come to pass

And you shall be with me at last

I will never say goodbye to you, a promise I once made in old days

When you were young and I was gay.


Yea well

I just want to say whats on my mind, what my heart feels

How I long to be heard, how I wish I had an outlet

To speak, to scream and to cry

For the lord knows how lonely I am.

Bysa Papa

You were priceless, a gem one would be lost without

A harbour to lost ships, you showed everyone the way

But now, its all haywire, its all lost

We feel lonely, like the whistling of the wind

We float adrift, along the endless ocean of life

Till death did us part, till death we shall meet again

I miss you every day, miss your council every day

Days are empty, our home feels nothing like home

You were the roof over our head, the lullaby to our sleep

Its been ages since we slept, its been ages since we saw your smiling face

Pictures tease us, remind us of a time lost to life

Past which was beautiful, a future which is sad.

Past and Present

You won’t like what you see when you see me

It won’t be what you thought it would be

Someone in the mind, an image drawn to detail

And yet when reality catches up to us, our dreams are bound to fail

You will not find me pretty, like I used to be

There are scars deep, if not on my face

But visible through the veil

Some I earned, some were gifts

But they are all mine, if you would like to count and sit

Catch up for days are gone that were good to you and I

Now its a ragged, dirty canvas

With no silhouette as pretty as what once was

However, if you would peer inside

You would find me as you left me

Not a hair out of place, not a dime touched by the unfair waters of life

But you have no time to sit and chat,

You’ll just wave and pass by, like the cruel wind

All I will get is a whiff of your presence, a reminder of our times

Our lives as we lived it, every day, and yet now

Its a parallel line scheme, one I never learned at school and one I can never erase now.

Finally Free 

Can I say that I am free, no anchors, nothing

Can I say it’s me, flying next to the kite, whipping away in the air 

Can I ever really say, I am free of my dreams 

Longing, far from reality, those dreams 

Will it be wrong to say that, if ever, given the time, I would really have the freedom to be as I am 

Finally free. 

Manto: The line between truth and deceit

Saadat Hasan Manto, who has been classified as one of the most powerful writers of the partition, has been graced with another movie played by Nawassuddin Sidiquii. For those of you who do not know Manto, the movie is a crash course of his work and life. So you would be happy as the song, “Bol ki lab Azaad rain here…” starts playing on the screen. An ending (Cant say it was an happy one).

But for those who really know Manto, those who have studied him closely as a 20th century writer, a writer without nonsense, and no sense to write for please, this is the article for you.

There is a reason why Manto’s name is kept aside from other Partition writers like Mir, or Faiz. Like other writers, he did not glorify the partition. He did not write encouraging poems for the freedom fighters of the time, neither did he speak out in their support. However, what he really did was paint a picture of an India that no one wanted to see: the dark, murky, side which was full of inhumanity, injustice and bloodshed. 

Watching the movie was good, Sidiquii did justice to Manto. But the story spun was all wrong. It didn’t sit well with me that Manto wasn’t shown as much a writer as he deserves to be. Personally, I believe that the legacy that Manto left behind cannot be downplayed like that. Even though he was notorious but his bold pen left us with insights about partition that no other article, book or memoir is ever going to write about.

Given his works, and the career both in India and Pakistan, his life has been full of scandals not in his personal life, but in his literature. Known for writing the naked truth of the society and its mentality at the time which I believe hasn’t changed much, one can say that Manto was a writer ahead of his time. 

Manto had a way with words which went beyond the meanings they reflect in the first reading. Even though stories like Thanda Ghosht, Khol Do, and Toba Tek Singh which were powerful pieces of literature got featured in the movie, there are other stories which put the society to shame and were equally deserving of being heard. 

Once, Manto was asked why he wanted to pollute the society with his obscene stories using foul language about prostitutes. His reply was, “If you cannot bear these stories then the society is unbearable. Who am I to remove the clothes of this society, which itself is naked.”

Manto used to say that he only ever wrote what he knows and what he saw. And based on that, one can deduce the chill-inducing fact that there was indeed a ‘Sakina’ who was lost from his father and raped to the point of being unable to comprehend her surroundings. 


Manto, the voice behind the bitter words

Manto, the invisible veil between the truth and the lies

Manto, the wondrous man with an artistic vision

Manto, one who understood the country and its partition

Manto, one who saw the naked reality of man-made religion

Manto, who knew he had to get his hands dirty to wipe the slate clean

Manto, who made sure the people knew themselves for what they were

Manto, the wise man who lost his voice at the end

Manto, who says he will die but Manto will remain

Manto, the friend and the enemy of words

Manto, the unadulterated perspective to how it really was.

Songs That Tell Tales 

It’s the mellow, soothing songs that make memories

Down the line, a trigger to allow nostalgia to settle in like nausea

Making you sick to the core, remembering the time that was lost

Yearning for the dials to turn around

Those songs that tell tales of love, laughter and woe

Songs which speak volumes for heartbreak, for an intimate lovers’ moment

For something special, a happy memory or one that scarred the soul

Songs as harbingers of emotion

A turmoil, that ends up swallowing you whole 

A hum here, and a line there and down you fall the rabbit hole 

The wonderland was wonderful but it had its own tale of highs and lows

Songs that tell tales of you and I

Tales of bliss and of sorrow 

All in my playlist, I list them out as they come 

One by one, as we live it.