Of Escapism, Love and Forgetfulness.

I missed Khalu's funeral. One of the few people who figured me out and I ran away from him. I still have the notes he wrote to me always telling me to be strong and stand tall. He figured I bury my problems and he spotted a crevice in that shell. I ran before he would crack me open and I won't have been able to deal with that Pandora's box. Little butterflies were never my favourite anyway. Let alone hope that I am not a flagbearer of. Never was.
Whether it's an inherent lack of Emotional Quotient, or an overwhelming excess of that which one is struggling to rein in, procrastination or simply a need to disengage to facilitate healing which is ONLY solitary and never a communal affair, I somehow always run late.
Run late in all that Muneer Niazi says...and more.

Hameshaa deir kar deita huun mein, har kaam karnay mein
Zuroori baat kehni ho, koi va'ada nibhaana ho
Usay aavaaz deini ho, usay vaapas bulaana ho
Hamesha deir kar deita huun mein

Madad karni ho uss ki, yaar ki dhaaras bandhaani ho
Bohot deireena raston per, kisi se milnay jaana ho
Hamesha deir kar deita huun mein

Badaltay mausamon ki seir mein dil ko lagaana ho
Kisi ko yaad rakhna ho, kisi ko bhool jaana ho
Hamesha deir kar deita huun mein

Kisi ko maut se pehlay, kisi ghum se bachaana ho
Haqeeqat aur thee kuch, uss ko jaa ke yeh bataana ho
Hamesha deir kar deita huun mein, har kaam karnay mein...

Muneer Niazi