Reminiscing a Forgotten World

What has changed in this world? Where are the bards who sing of the new day to come?
Why has this world fallen into a darkening shadow that just will not move away. What has happened to the regular house hold conversations that used to take place, why have they been replaced with discussing death and terror.

No one feels safe anymore. When everything you do can be monitored, what is privacy anymore? when governments can know everything about right down the peoples sexual preferences just by recording their search history on Google, nothing is private.

The world has changed, but its up to opinion on whether its for the better or not. Countries such as Pakistan are facing the problem of having their people hunted all across the world. The Taliban chose Pakistan to be the country that has to be liberated
but why us? Why choose a country that is already so emotional about every little aspect of religion. Strange isnt it how countries such as U.A.E who are supposed to be Islamic nations have alcohol allowed in their cities such as Dubai where as in Pakistan if a cartoon is drawn about the Prophet, we are the only country who care. We are the ones who start rioting, banning facebook killing... each other.
It is but a nation full of fools, who elect governments who try and rob it of all its funds and then the leaders just run off to foreign countries.
In short to sum up the various thoughts i have had, The world is now a dark place, and we Pakistanis are screwed.

Reflections of a Stargazer

A shadow looms over a busy city. Even now in the early hours of the morning the hustle and bustle never ceases. I can feel the moistening air surround me; the dew dampens all things dry, cleaning them for another day. Street lights glow, illuminating the roads as well as the sky, taking away any hopes of maybe catching a glimpse of the stars. The sound of a car, speeding by on a motorway, probably heading towards the airport, the sky begins to darken and I feel droplets of water splash against my face and then trickle to the floor. A light drizzle coats the rooftop with a layer of water and then stops. I stare into this vast abyss, wondering when the clouds will clear, but just as I dream of a new light to come, the power fails and the darkness spreads.

Only now can I see those stars, they were always there but hidden from sight, hidden from the masses until they lose something they hold dear. Another wave of droplets fall from the sky and this time faster and harder, I feel drenched, cleansed from the sins of humanity.

I think to myself, cynical much, yes of course. A city falling in shambles, death so frequently talked about it scares you, not because it is frightening, but because it is so common in our society its concept is lost.

Time passes but I do not stir, I feel no cold, I feel nothing any more. Times have changed. This city I call home is not the same anymore. I ponder about past present and future. What is to become of us all.

As I sit here on my roof top, staring out into the dark, the city stirs. It truly never sleeps and as I phase back into reality, the clouds begin to break as a single beam of light breaks through the darkness. Morning has come.