happy birthday

happy birthday to mariam sohail abbasi

a close friend of mine... an ally... like bush to mush...*
she's a wonderful-wonderful person**

a sculptor an average one... or maybe I haven't seen her work as much... that shows how close we were in school... but I like her prints... all of them including the finger-prints...
a good thinking artist...

she was online right now on MSN but she got busy I think without saying a BRB
she's was born in ISL came to KHI to inspire and be inspired
she's now in LHR busy teaching in BNU
and she's back on the MSN saying she has a bad flu...

I'll quote unquote:

north west elevation says:
have the flu reallly really bad

I distinctly remember the times we've been together... in school when I was graduating (finally)... at the farewell... at her 25th birthday at chacha's place (in khi)... also a couple of times that I visited Islamabad at her brother's wedding... and once afterwards (on a business trip)

I miss talking to people like her now... and share thoughts/ideas/life... these days we only type and edit and type more to communicate... to even the closest friends... being away is tough... and when you get back home everything has changed... like now she's going to be in khi in March and I can only travel in late June I think...

... and she's beautiful I must add... when I think of her I think of bright colors... she even looks good in black... a very few women have left such remarkable scribblings on my memory as she has...

... I hope she gets what she wants out of life... as life usually happens around her...

happy birthday once again!

love... m.


*who'll be ahmednijad? I wonder (he's my hero these days: a blog on him very soon)
**refer to the song Black's 'Wonderful life' for how the 'wonderful' is used in the paricular sentence

IP67.50W.250V

red light fading
is so much better than
yellow light fading

there's also a light that is
unnecessary

every fading light is ageing better

what has been fading should not fade
what indicates cannot be a red light

like white light is no light

and green are veins
chlorophyll or color fill
cars passing by
without noticing

making red and yellow lines

but yellow is so temporary
its not even a color for max 3 mins
red is

what stops is red
what directs is yellow

directions are permanent?
no
destinations are permanent?
red!

and then there's a blue light...

(next time blue light IP57.30W.250V)

positively lost

...if readers have lived in the nineties... they know this title already... in the past few weeks events and circles around me have formed into a henry moore sculpture... every angle has a new meaning and every view has a different story to tell... all the better stories remain untold... all the better eyes remain closed... are all things unseen beautiful?... as what we have never tends to satisfy us... hence i took a walk...

...i took this walk by the creek the other night... to explore what the night had to offer... there were hints within the starry sky... some stray clouds were hanging by the half moon... with ferries and crowds and the wind all cold... with shiny cars zooming in the background road... making lines of vibrant colors... like ribbons wrapped around... one ribbon diminishes the other appears... one angle fades and another takes life... open and close your eyes... switching places... blowing oxygen into the new pair of lungs everytime... in and out... i held a couple of chilled railings in the process to look beyond the spectrum... to find the contrasting silence to the humming engines and of the ferries... bodies were deformed with four legs, white-skins and covered faces... walking in all directions except towards the sky... and then there was water... with endless waves controlled and shimmering lights of the deep buildings across the creek... celebrating the death of man... with brands too much like the morning facewash... or a scratch from the dust that remains unrealized... and the dust falls with a sigh... this sequence of my walking up and down... waking up from and sleeping away days... the fact that there's a less meaning in everything and how everyday the reasons fade and become redundant... this loss of life hence meaning is the essence of all that is real... and living in return... even the fact that i kept silent looking at this screen for 10 seconds and didn't know what to write is a positive sign... it is positive as it hints towards a loss... and to realize this... and the amalgam of all this and all that is all good...

love to all... and vote for me... m.