I rank low in age,

I don't share,

You fault me for it,

That's not fair,

Why don't you share?

Because you're old?

Because you are senior?

I don't tell you my business,

Yet I have to prove myself to you,

Why?

You can't stop me,

You made me, that much is true,

But why do I have to prove a thing to you?

I am a creature of habit. My existence - is questionable. These habits are so deep and disguised that only I may see them. 

The steps I take are inebriated stumbles. Not in a construed linear line, but curious indecisive zigzags. 

Serrated paths of…

I am very interested in the process of painting up to the final thought. I enjoy the concept that ‘everything comes from something and something comes from everything’. I chose to paint these pieces on a large scale because I wanted the viewer to be completely engulfed in it visually. I wanted to enhance the detail that was made with no intentions on how the looked individually. While I was painting the original piece, “Face”, I was definitely cautious of the small detailed brush stokes, but…

Born in to a decision I did not make,

This decision overshadows my life, my happiness, my existence, my availability,

How can happiness be achieved with a limited state of freedom?

Is some freedom better than none at all?

This decision lives each and every day,

When the decision expires how old will I be?

Will my time to be happy have passed away with the decision?

Will my freedom pass away with the decision?

Why was I born in to this…

What is normalcy?

I got a secret.

You have one too.

I do things in the dark and so do you.

When will the light expose what we do?

Dark feels good; but the light is true.

The outside is what you see; but more lies beneath than you see,

Strange desires and strange interests line my mind,

What do you do that is done in darkness and always absent of shine?

Are the desires within or picked up?

WIll I ever stop or get…

I hear four tick-tocks,

Look to the left to see a clock being sucked up by a vacuum

Tick-Tock

Look to the right to see a clock in a cage

Tick

Look up to see that there is no clock

Tock

Peer beneath my feet to see a clock in a lake of fire

Tick-Tick

Look behind me to see old time

Tick

Look in front of me to see new time

They set up standards and impose obligations but I have yet to see them smile.

The artificial land they created falls miserably under my feet as I watch them scramble on the stage they very built.

They search for words that put a crown on their lies and stare at you like they know every last blood you have spilled.

It is they who sit on a pedestal.

It is they who took the bread on your plate.

It is they who tore the clothes off your skin.

It is they…

Off one pad and on to 1 more,

Loud thunder roars,

Silence is all I want,

Loud noises and improsonment do all the taunts,

My life is not my own I have discovered,

I like the silence so I sit with my mouth covered,

It isn't silent inside my head or my heart,

Will I break the silence or live in the dark?

The silence I keep rattles around inside me,

If I break my silence they will not like me,

I sit in silence; but my face…

What is love?

Is love sharing and caring?

Is love toleration?

Is love a celebration?

Is love learned?

Is it taught?

Is love sought?

Is love a reflection of what we expect according to one's own definition?

Is love predefined?

Is love already inside each of us or do we attain it?

If anger was fire I would be the new sun,

On summer days I might bake the paint off cars,

I would make dry brush even dryer,

I would burn so bright and so intense that it would not make sense,

People would hate me as the sun,

I would definitely be no joke or no fucking fun,

I would be so fiery that I might make the sea boil,

Restrained, repressed and restriction all know me,

why do you tell me what I want?

are you me?

why do you tell me what i can't do?

why do you tell me what i lack?

even when i am not imprisoned i feel imprisoned

i keep my tongue locked because you require my honor

i keep my tongue locked so that your feelings won't hurt

life hurts in so many ways ;so me not saying certain words won't cure how hurt you get

my blood boils as my life…

Finally had an opportunity to do some art today. It's really my first digital painting piece, but felt a lot like throwin down on canvas. Did't realize how similar it would be, minus the ability to shove the layers to different arrangements.

Been a very stressful year, so it was just...cathartic...to get back to…

hayley williams sketch

did this with a sumogrip mechanical pencil..

Don’t Label the face

Their ain’t no price tag

Don’t judge the cover

Cause you aint seen nothing yet

This aint gonna be a once in a life time fairytale story

So fasten your seat belt and get ready to kick it

As I put out my weapon of mass misunderstood identity.

Pakistani Canadian Muslim Identity

Am I Pakistani first?

Am I Canadian first?

Am I Muslim first?

Is it suppose to be

Pakistani…

It aint easy to open up as guy...especially about love!!!

But I am gonna be a man and talk about a love that can never be replaced...

Yes yes you know the woman, who I am talking about.... my Ammi... my mother

For any good you find in me, know that it comes from my mother

For any bad you find in me, know that it comes from my mistakes or from the times i didn’t listen to her.

My mom is my angel,

The most beautiful woman in this…

I am vacuous,

virulent to some,

I lack substance

abuse it, too…

Shall I paint the words I fail to utter

For my angst smothers any trace of wit?

And this mouth quivers at the mind’s clutter.

Darling, let me paint these words, please permit.

Faint are the lines etched on this lone sheet,

And these cries too feeble for dearest’s ear;

And too far the distance – I cannot cheat.

In a blink these words are dismissed, I fear.

But the rainbow grants the livid to light,

So does the…

Oh sweet Mary,

Do not judge me – I beg.

My uncertainty, I swear, I do regret.

Do not cry, oh sweet Mary,

For this thing called faith now stands on a plank,

Beneath it – the whirlpool of the fall.

Dear sweet Mary,

Forgive this thirst for reason,

And hunger for certainty.

Because this wonders I have yet to see,

And answers I have yet to hear.

My sweet Mary

Please do not judge

Oh sweet Mary. 

Let me show you where Atlantis is found.

Look for Orion and search for his belt.

Wings, wings, please release my feet from the ground.

Do not listen to Aphrodite’s sound

And shy away from what Paris has dealt.

It’s the gods game we are forever bound.

Sirius will lead you to the land of crowned

To the place where even the Pharaohs knelt.

Wings, wings, please release my feet from the ground.

 Angels came…