The absolute truth.
A 55 year old man, takes on teh scorching lahore sun to put up barbed fencing around his one time employer's house because he got snubbed by the only mazdoor he approached for the job.
Madness? Check.
A 70 year old man, wakes up at 5 am, spends the next few hours seething with rage and anxiety and as soon as the clock strikes 7 leaves to get a hair cut... for his bald pate.
Madness? Check.
A 50 year old woman, with feet swollen from water retention and eyes watery from too many tears, feverishly takes to dusting her huge house, all day, without a break for even a drink of water, until the place is clean enough to put hosiptals to shame.
Madness? Check.
A 30 year old woman, who hardly looks a day beyond 16, condemns herself to a career she doesn't like, a life she doesn't cherish, simply because the man she once loved but was never informed of this married the woman he did love. And now fuelled by Parveen Shakir she cries her nights away and fueled by a demonic conviction she bides her days away with no real happiness on any horizon.
Madness? Check.
A 35 year old woman, utterly convinced that life is indeed a fairy tale and her happily ever after is just around teh corner, feverishly fights to save a doomed relationship, lashes out, beats up her husband, mellows down, kisses the scars she gave him, over and over and over every day.
Madness? Check.
A 26 year old, enslaved by his dementia, refuses to acknowledge the existence of any sense of purpose in the after math of a disastrous relationship, scribbles away like a fiend, gnawing at the very fabric of his being to rid himself of the stench of a body he hasn't even seen in over an year.
Laughs at misery, frowns at joy, doesn't make sense even to himself half the time and seeks solace in creating lives from his words only to destroy them.
Madness? Check.
We are all raging mad lunatics.
Hum sab Pagal hain
Madness? Check.
A 70 year old man, wakes up at 5 am, spends the next few hours seething with rage and anxiety and as soon as the clock strikes 7 leaves to get a hair cut... for his bald pate.
Madness? Check.
A 50 year old woman, with feet swollen from water retention and eyes watery from too many tears, feverishly takes to dusting her huge house, all day, without a break for even a drink of water, until the place is clean enough to put hosiptals to shame.
Madness? Check.
A 30 year old woman, who hardly looks a day beyond 16, condemns herself to a career she doesn't like, a life she doesn't cherish, simply because the man she once loved but was never informed of this married the woman he did love. And now fuelled by Parveen Shakir she cries her nights away and fueled by a demonic conviction she bides her days away with no real happiness on any horizon.
Madness? Check.
A 35 year old woman, utterly convinced that life is indeed a fairy tale and her happily ever after is just around teh corner, feverishly fights to save a doomed relationship, lashes out, beats up her husband, mellows down, kisses the scars she gave him, over and over and over every day.
Madness? Check.
A 26 year old, enslaved by his dementia, refuses to acknowledge the existence of any sense of purpose in the after math of a disastrous relationship, scribbles away like a fiend, gnawing at the very fabric of his being to rid himself of the stench of a body he hasn't even seen in over an year.
Laughs at misery, frowns at joy, doesn't make sense even to himself half the time and seeks solace in creating lives from his words only to destroy them.
Madness? Check.
We are all raging mad lunatics.
Hum sab Pagal hain
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haan true all your frikkin heroes die dont they..?
:) This madness sounds genuine.
well written though....after all your one of the best :)
its a mad, mad world.
Tis a funny coincident they're both about madness!
Ps: I is writing poetry again! Will wonders never cease?!?!:P
And yes, we are all pagal ;)
("i lowe" is greater than "i heart" and even greater than the mere "i love")
*clink*
a fella. beard. wavey dark-brown hair. deep set eyes. life written all over his face.
sees his own pain. heartache. wrenching from within.
cant. take. it. anymore.
pure pain. people screaming. the stench of life. people with pinched noses and constant frowns.
but wait. fuck. he is smiling. ha haaa. could have been worst, he thinks. thanks God for it is not. will take frown over tears any day, any time. will take tears over hear ache. will take heart ache over heart break. will take heart break over the rampant insanity.
life is beautiful, he thinks.
madness? heh, check.