THE SADDER THEY ARE THE HARDER THEY LAUGH...!

I have stumbled upon people who are very sad and broken from the inside out but they hide it very elegantly. Some of them hide it and replace the sighs and loud cries with a loud and echoing laughter. I have always wondered why?
And then I figured it out it's their way of burying their cries far and deep from the sight of those who would make them feel even miserable rather than making their pain fade away.People like these DO cry and sigh but in the form of laughter.The louder the laughter is , the sadder they are.

EMBRACE IT

What can I do with my sadness?I can't escape it and it's devastating.Eroding me from the inside. I'm afraid that a point will come when i won't be able to hide it anymore.I just wanna get rid of it...... somehow.

The thing about sadness... my dear! is that you can't get rid of it. But at the same time it has a beauty of it's own. Do you know what is that? Unlike anything in this world it's YOURS.Everything will eventually  betray you but... the sadness never leaves.Don't abandon the only thing that is yours.Embrace it... and let your madness mask your sadness.
Dr Zain

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NO TITLE

AGE 20 , LIFE SEEMED TOO LONG.AS IF IT WERE A NEVER ENDING JOURNEY....JUST WANT TO DIE ALREADY.

LADY OF THE WINTER

Her appealing appearance and overwhelming beauty 

Her everlasting white skin and famous equity 

Her curative eyes and her mind sinister 

Sitting in a garden is a lady of winter 

Young lads come and praises her coiffure 

Her innocent glances---------implausible 

When they see her they cite some phrases 

Expressing love and their kindred feelings 

The cold mist and snowflakes are happy to see her 

Withered trees and bare sky are happy to have her 

Behind her lingers the shadows of others 

Who once looked at her but now are blur 

Finally the sun and summer has gathered 

Young lads vanished and snow flakes faded 

The deliberate summer murdered the winter 

Destroyed the garden and the lady of winter 

      Dr.Zain               

MINE

As a kid I played and laughed 

With glowing noisy and wrecked toys

I called them mine and kept them in loft 

But soon they perished without any noise 

As a lad I was struck and inflicted with love 

Surrounded by damsels and fluorescent faces

Called them mine and met them at at fleuves

But all of them left leaving no traces 

As a man i was greedy and full of vanity 

Ran after fame, fortune, and glamour 

Called everything mine and lost my sanity 

Nothing remains about which i can stammer 

Now wrinkled and grey i sit in my room

And think of the things I once called mine 

They still exist but they don't make me bloom

I'm done with a life in which nothing was mine 

Dr.Zain

SOMETHING THAT MEANT A LOT

What's the relation between a loner and his loneliness? For a loner it's the only thing he can count on, the only thing for which every part of his body crave.He will never let anyone come in between him and his precious loneliness. It's as if the loneliness is his flute and he , a player who lives only to play it.Indifferent to humans he stays lost in the tune of his own flute.

But this can change. A touch from non other than the very existence of a human being for which he longed but never knew can change a loner into a social being.And when he reaches a point when he starts disliking his loneliness that is when he is really in love.

YES... LOVE CAN CHANGE US IN WAYS WE NEVER KNOW. 

Dr.Zain 

FEAR OF DEATH?

POET OR A DOCTOR?

FAR AWAY IN A DESOLATE VILLAGE 
LAD(desperate): How many times i have to say I don't want to be a doctor mom!
MOM: Enough already if you wanna be something then this is your chance.
LAD:Whatever i'm just not into that kind of stuff. Let me be what i want to be.
MOM: It's settled then.If you wanna leave the village then it has to be for medical studies or no.
LAD(sobbing): I hate you mom. I so wanna be a poet but you just won't let me.
DOOR BELL RANG
LAD: Who is it?
YOUR DAD A VOICE ANSWERED 
DAD: What's the ruckus about?
LAD(sobbing): Dad i wanna be a poet but mom won't let me.She wants me to be a doctor.
DAD(smiling): No big deal son.
LAD(surprised):How can you say that dad!
DAD: You can become both son.
LAD: How?
DAD: A doctor is someone who heals others with his knowledge and tools while a poet is someone who can heal others with words.It's very important for a doctor to have this quality of healing others with words. This way he will be on a whole different level. Son! you should become both a doctor and a poet or should I say a doctor who can heal others with his words too and reaches their hearts.
LAD(hopefully): I have lit it upon dad! i'm gonna be both.

Dr.zain afaq 
  

ENGAGEMENTS

I have been to so many marriages and they have always agitated me.It makes me think about the happiness of the bride and groom but at the same time it reminds me of the screams behind the veil belonging to those who once loved the bride or the groom.Why did it turned out like this for them.... a separation?
I believe that's what happens when someone strays from their path.They are endowed with a broken heart.We ourselves are responsible for our broken hearts.
Dr.ZAIN 

SILENCE

Aye! gloomy fellow let me divulge you

A chronicle of silence that will amuse you  

An outlandish story of what silence is
A resting thunder in tranquil night
Some untold words resting deep inside
Hidden scars_____ erroneous feelings
Perpetual fears with a veil of courage
Colossal sighs behind every laughter
A wrecked island in luminous world
A perilous flower in kinder garden
So aye! gloomy one meet me in silence
And hear the shrouded cries that no one hears
To hear furious words that no one can bear
Witness winter being a temporary spring
So meet me in silence and hear me in silence
Dr.Zain

THIS WORLD

Aye!the One who stays above us all

Creator of us and everything we see

Let me narrate what my eyes can see

In this worthless world where i don't wanna be

What i simulate are some worn out thoughts

Blissful faces that turned into naught 

A stream of tears with perpetual flow

And empty hopes for the future to glow 

People obsessed by the fear of sins 

Pursuit of good deeds observed in a glimpse 

And some people's refuge is a euphoric state 

A glass of wine and some cigarettes they have 

Sharp fangs of fawners behind their smiles 

Dreadful voices i hear from miles 

Hiding of sighs behind every laugh

Swift sailing ships and 7 seas to cross

There's a lot more that i can't narrate 

Cos if I do so you will accuse my fate

But if happiness exists i can't catch it's sight 

Or you haven't blessed this world with it's light 

Dr.Zain

THE SHAPE OF MY LOVE

A love friendly and blunt

A love keen and hypocrite

A brutal love with no chrome 

Mine is one indifferent to all 

It lingers every now and then 

Touch me like these rain drops

Cuts me deep like a deadly knife 

The shape my love is different to thee

I see my love covered in blue 

Then reach it with stammering steps 

Put it to slumber with a gentle kiss

Touch it then with naked hands 

Open it's skull and kiss it's brains 

See what's there in its chest 

A heart for me or a heart for thee

Grab the entrails of my sleeping love 

Kiss them with my quivering lips 

Snatch every wound that once was there 

Then stitch it with my arteries and veins 

I leave my love desolate there 

And never give it a wake up kiss 

Dr.Zain

RAIN

DOCTOR: We are ready mister.Lets get this over with.

PATIENT(keep staring at the rain through window): ............

                              FLASH BACK 

(RAINING CATS AND DOGS . TWO PEOPLE TAKING SHELTER IN A HUT)

1ST: It's been raining for quiet a long time now.

2ND: Yea.

1ST: By the way i'm SSS and you?

2ND: I'm....... call me sad.

SSS(giggles): What kind of name is that?

Sad: well it's the rain.

SSS: And what of it?

Sad : It kind of makes me sad.

SSS (giggles): So it makes your name sad?

Sad: No it's just that i love the rain so much that I want to take a walk in it and feel every drop of it.

SSS: Then what's the problem get out there and have it to the fullest.

Sad: There's one thing that bothers me the most.

SSS(laughing): What would that be?

SAD: Whenever i go out in the rain the rain drops block my sight.As you can see i'm wearing glasses so i can't trod in the rain without wiping my glasses after every second that I spend in the rain.It feels as if the rain itself  has been rejecting me.It won't let me enjoy it.

SSS(surprised): Oh! Why not take a walk in umbrella.Getting wet in the rain is not necessary. 

SAD(sighs):Well you can't understand.

SSS: You are weird.

SAD: Well i just want to take a walk in the rain without the burden of wiping my glasses. That's all.

SSS: hahahahaha... weirdo.

                                 FLASHBACK ENDS 

DOCTOR: Mister! we are ready lets do this.

PATIENT: Tell me doc! I really won't need those glasses of mine after this right?

DOCTOR: We have had this conversation already.Lets go now.

PATIENT: Roger that doc! 

                                             The End

Dr.Zain

IT

IT HAPPENED AND PASSED AWAY,AND THEN..... I CALLED IT LIFE 
                                                                               

REASONS

My sorrows now are abound 
As my journey is wilted brown 
My eyes can't catch the site 
Of the roses that were around 

Seasons turning grey------
As i watch them linger away 
How spring turns to autumn 
Leaves turn brown and greenery stray 

But tranquility opens my eyes 
And i seek for winters night 
The autumn soon will vanish 
The brown shrubs soon will perish 

But what to do with seasons 
The roses and the lilies 
If the world has still it's reasons 
And a far cry from what i dreamed 
Dr.Zain

NIGHT, THOUGHTS AND I

A dark night of  winter 

The solitude and I 

A dream after which i lingered 

The disappointment and I

Music breaks the silence 

The cold tune and I

Begins to fantasize 

A dancing you and I

Bewildered with my self

The silly verses and I 

Shares a lot of stuff 

My memories and I

Accompanied by her soul 

Her tremulous voice and I

Exchange some words from past

Her gazes for me and I

Desperately we dance but----

Who looses her is I

Realizing she is gone 

Regretting now is I

Henceforth I dance alone 

The incomplete songs and I 

Murmur together and smile 

The running time and I 

Dr.Zain

REFUGE

A lad to an elder : Tell me why is that i love to sleep and dream.I like it and when I wake up i write my dreams in a diary.I have gotten so much addicted to it that i'm no more interested in reality.Please tell me why have i become like this?

Elder : Let me tell you what we dream of. We see only those things in our dreams which we wish for , like we have a very deep and intense feeling for something to happen then we dream about it.This is what we call a pleasant dream.

On the other hand we have things that we are afraid to happen and when we dream about them , we call them nightmares.

What you are doing is hiding.... hiding from reality.I will say only one thing,"STOP TAKING REFUGE IN YOUR DREAMS AND START LIVING IN THE REALITY"

Dr.Zain

MADNESS

Look at this!

What is this!

A tree stands bare

Like my screaming pain 

And what is this?

A road with stones....

A far voice grey...and slightly blue  

Oh! how sad are they----

A pole in the dark 

That once had light 

Now stands void 

The falling leaves rushing to die 

Twinkling lights with no limitations 

And one out of them stands so far

Alone in the dark 

Just to light those---

Who are not visible at all

And whats that?

A sound of my steps?

Hitting the stones which has been____

casting a road 

And a lot more 

A hut cheerless

A hut so dark 

And me? counting its scars

Oh! how cruel is that lad 

Who pierced it so large 

And another thing above all 

Staring us behind the trees 

So cute and innocent just like her 

With half closed eye it blinks to me 

And i feel my suffering end 

But it's just a feeling tough 

Nothing that remains------- so? 

So--- it fades away slow 

Oh! how sad it makes me--

When i have no torch to glow 

I'M JUST DYING OF SADNESS...... SO?

Dr.Zain 

  

ARE YOU LEAVING ME? (we never die)

Are you leaving me now? And for what? Because you have to make a living? Why don't you take me with you?We can do it together.She sighed and was in dismay didn't want him to leave at any cost but things never go the way we want to.He looked at her and wiped her tears and said you will slow me down and after a pause he continued.., my damsel! i don't think this world is a place to achieve perpetual happiness it's not possible , everyone and everything is temporary and will perish sooner or later.But i want to have you for eternity.I believe HUMANS NEVER DIE THEY SIMPLY LEAVE THIS WORLD AND ARE TRANSFERRED TO ANOTHER. So lets die and meet up again only then i will have you for eternity.So for now i'm leaving you but only to get you back because WE NEVER DIE MY LOVE.
                                         Dr.Zain

WHY SO BAD WITH WORDS?

I used to think why am i so bad with words? Like for some reason i couldn't select the right words for the on going discussion.Most of the time i would remain silent and stand bewildered not knowing what to say.At times i was unable to put my emotions into words and connect with the people around me.My head and my heart exploding from emotions but my lips sealed or even saying the opposite things. 

But now that i think of it.I believe every person tries to explain his feelings through words but some of them are good at it putting up to 70 or even 80 %  of what they feel into words but some are like me who barely can explain 10 or 20 % of his feelings.So i conclude "EVERY FEELING CAN NOT BE EXPLAINED THROUGH WORDS MAY BE UP TO A CERTAIN EXTENT BUT NOT COMPLETELY SOMETHING ALWAYS REMAINS DEEP INSIDE"
                                                                                                                   Dr.Zain 

 

WHY DO YOU WRITE?

She looked at him with eyes full of bliss and asked why do you write? He sighed and took a deep breath and answered "when a person has a very deep urge to shout insanely and let out all of his emotions wrapped in sorrows but for some miserable reason he can't, then he starts to write."I don't know if I write for the same reason or not but at least it has been known to me for a long time now that i can't scream to subdue the pain in my heart.  
                                                                                Dr.Zain

MY TAMBOURINE

So i walked and took my tambourine 
and looked for you in every street 
i started seeking for my dream 
and raised desperately my streak 

while walking i played my tambourine 
and waited for them to come in streets 
many of them came as i played 
magnificent , magnificent was all they said 

many of people were there but still-----
i waited for someone special a little 
but that someone was not even near 
for whom i was a tambourine player 
                                                          Dr.Zain

TOGETHER IN THE HEAVENS

  Exceptional love 

                                  Whats so exceptional about this love of yours that you are so proud of? She asked him in a ferocious tune. He remained silent for a while then stammered with a quivering voice.My beloved when i was young i never did drugs , never drifted  , had no friends to begin with , never tasted wine ,in short my life was a far cry from how a youngster lives. Since i didn't wasted my love on these things all of it was directed towards you.So my beloved! all i remember of my youth is you , you and you.And that's what makes my love for you exceptional.                 Dr.Zain

What is life?

It has always been like this , when someone asks a question from a certain someone about a certain something he or she expects to hear the answer that has been there in his head.Even if he gets the right answer but not the one he had in his mind then it never suffice.So i had been on a stage and called her , then asked her "WHAT LIFE IS?" she answered as usual ,"its a combination of our daily routine activities".Audience admired the answer but for me it didn't suffice.

          From what i can see... this life is a punishment, not in a negative sense but if we think about it ADAM was sent to this world as a punishment.so i conclude "Life is that kind of punishment which most of the humans enjoy and never want it to end"
                                                                                                     Dr.Zain 

                     

Humans are?

And what are humans actually..? are they greedy? are they cruel? or are they simply selfish?  maybe some of them but not necessarily because one can easily found a human who is not cruel , a human who is not greedy and a human not selfish….. then what really humans are ? humans are weak cos that’s the only trait that defines every human and that is the only thing that is common in everyone of us. No matter what everyone pretends to be strong and the longer one pretends the longer we call him strong but in reality humans are just weak.                                                                                                                                                                                Dr.Zain 

ANGER AND FROWN

Applause by them all when he danced
On a stage of lies and great disguise
danced all night for their delight
with his friend forlorn in bluish lights

worn his red nose and makeup with pride
disguised as clown he made them laugh
spectators laughed at his uttering disguise
he got their company which later demised

all of them laughed with the exception of one
a vexed woman with dejected eyes
ceased the show and captured the clown
destroyed his disguise and his only crown

they left an empty stage for them all
they left and never turned back at all
two different states of loneliness on ground
for she was the anger and he was the frown
Dr.Zain

A REAL BANDAGE

Was taking a walk with a bandage on my left hand which had been cut by sharp edges of a mirror. Some people noticed but they didn’t bother , some bothered to ask and passed by but…., what amazed me  the most was a child who got a glimpse of my wounded hand. He cam to me and asked if it hurt and i replied yea it does , he felt sorry for me and offered me the only candy he had and said ,’here sir have this candy and your hand will be alright ‘. Well i must say children has something adults now a days don’t , and that’s a pure heart.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Dr Zain

DISPUTED LOVE 
and what is love?
he asked a palmist
is it a disparate care?
or is it a macabre tune?
is it the charm of autumn?
or a cold dusk of winter?
is it desirable feeling?
or a selfish stubborn whim?
is it a discreet thought?
or something that looks so far?
the palmist listed with patience
and answered when he was done
my boy you know a lot
but theres a lot to it
love is sometimes a madrigal
or sometimes its a miracle
the madrigal don’t have tune
but still there is a muse
so the love may not have wings
but still it flies and stings
IT CAN BE A GENTLE TOUCH
OR A THING THAT MAKES YOU MAIM                                                                                                            DR ZAIN