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Signing a Pact in Blood with the Devil (Previously, I wish the Devil was real)

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Most people would sell their soul for love; he wants to sell his soul that has already loved, to ensure hers is the life that prospers while his becomes haunted.

A haunting narrative poem structured as an imagined negotiation with the devil, where the speaker offers his soul and broken heart not for personal gain, but to ensure his lost love’s happiness and fortune.

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I wish the devil were here, and I would just kneel

I would sign his contract and make a fair deal

He would laugh in victory, and I would sigh my loss,

he would’ve been so lucky; my wounds would never heal

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I wish the devil were here and asked what I wanted,

I would have asked a favor, which he would’ve just granted

I would have asked for her, joy and good fortune,

my life, au contraire, abandoned and so haunted

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I wish the devil were here and demanded what I offered

‘Take my weary soul,’ I would have just proffered

‘Burn it or torment it, it’s yours to own forever,

or take my tired heart, it’s no more really coffered’

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‘I am not short of souls, their cries fill my hell’

The devil would have snickered, ringing his merry bell

‘But my soul is special, for it has loved and suffered’

I would have begged in anguish, a plea and a yell

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‘A heart is so useless, what purpose will it serve?’

The devil would have said, prodding a raw nerve

‘But my heart is of great value, it’s mended and yet broken,

it has reached its end, but still it throbs with verve’

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‘I like what you offer, let’s both sign this pact,

you get what you want, I will make it all a fact

But you must know it all, and I will make it clear,

you will never love again, and you will only act’

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‘My soul that has loved, to be sold for love’s sake?

My heart that has suffered, to be burnt on the stake?’

I would have cried with joy, I would’ve wept in bliss

‘Let’s sign our pact in blood, please never let it break’

یہاں صرف اندھیرا ہے

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یہاں صرف اندھیرا ہے

چاروں سمت اندھیرا ہے

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یہاں صرف اندھیرا ہے

چاروں سمت اندھیرا ہے

باہر بھی اور اندر بھی

ظاہر بھی اور باطن بھی

جہالت کا اندھیرا ہے

حماقت کا بسیرا ہے

مذہب بھی، سیاست بھی

حکومت بھی، عبادت بھی

علم بھی، قانون بھی

فرعون بھی، قارون بھی

سب جہل کی تصویر ہیں

مگر ماہر تقریر ہیں

یہاں صرف اندھیرا ہے

چاروں سمت اندھیرا ہے

اندھیرا ہی دستور ہے

اندھیرا ہی شعور ہے

اندھیرے میں سب رہتے ہیں

راضی بازی رہتے ہیں

اندھیرا سب کے اندر ہے

اور اندھیرے سے ہی ڈرتے ہیں

اندھیرے میں رہ کر یہ

اندھیرے کے ڈر سے یہ 

اندھی باتیں کرتے ہیں اور

اندھے جھگڑے لڑتے ہیں

یہاں صرف اندھیرا ہے

چاروں سمت اندھیرا ہے

آگے بھی اور پیچھے بھی

اوپر بھی اور نیچے بھی

گھٹا ٹوپ اندھیرا ہے

سیاہ رات اندھیرا ہے

اندھیرا سب کا ماضی ہے

اور اندھیرا سب کی منزل ہے

ماضی سے منزل تک ساری

راہ پر بھی اندھیرا ہے

اندھیری راہ پر اندھے لوگ

اندھی قوم اور اندھے روگ

یہاں صرف اندھیرا ہے

چاروں سمت اندھیرا ہے

اندھیرے میں اندھے لوگ

اندھی راہ پر چلتے ہیں

ٹھوکر بھی یہ کھاتے ہیں

اور ٹھوکر کھا کر گرتے ہیں

روتے ہیں پھر اٹھتے ہیں

اندھیرے کو کوسنے دے کر

اندھیرے میں چلتے ہیں

روشنی کی ملامت کر کے

اندھیرے کو ہی چنتے ہیں

اندھیرے کو ہی سنتے ہیں

یہاں صرف اندھیرا ہے

چاروں سمت اندھیرا ہے

اندھیرے کی باتیں ہیں

نفرت کی برساتیں ہیں

خون بھی ان کا کالا ہے

اندھیرے جیسا کالا ہے

کالے خون کی اندھی بھینٹیں

دیتے ہیں اور لیتے ہیں

کالا خون بہاتے ہیں

اور نعرہ اوپر والے کا

زور سے لگاتے ہیں

کبھی نہیں شرماتے ہیں

یہاں صرف اندھیرا ہے

چاروں سمت اندھیرا ہے

اندھیرا ان کا والی ہے

اندھیرا ان کا وارث ہے

اندھیرے میں بسنے والے

اندھیروں پر پلنے والے

اندھیری پناہ میں آ کر

اندھیروں سے ڈرنے والے

اندھیرے کو رونے والے

اندھیرے پر ہنسنے والے

یہ اندھے لوگ اکیلے ہیں

دنیا میں بہت اکیلے ہیں

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One Love for One Lifetime (previously, Love Just Once)

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Love once—not because it is easy, but because it is enough.

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Love only once, my son

Please! I beg you, love only once

You may have to cross a million mountains,

and you may have to brave the stormy seas

You may have to open just one lock,

and you may use a billion different keys

But love only once,

please, love only once

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Love only once, my son

Please! I beg you, love only once

You may have to live a million lives,

and you may have to die a billion deaths

You may have to dive very deep,

and you may take a zillion breaths

But love only once,

please, love only once

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Love only once, my son

Please! I beg you, love only once

For when you grow old,

and silence rules the long night

For when you grow lonely,

and nostalgia is hungry and takes a bite

You will think of that one love

and once again, the sun will shine bright

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Love only once, my son

Please! I beg you, love only once

For when nothing will be standing,

between you and the dark end

For when the path grows short,

and the dust smiles across the next bend

You will think of that love,

and will find once again, a lost friend

The Ugly Face of Happiness

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What if happiness is not sweet salvation, but poisonous seduction?

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Happiness is a wretched prostitute,

in fancy clothes and a painted attire

Her seduction is old, in fact, it is ancient,

but it tastes fresh on the lips of desire

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Happiness is the sprinkled and colored dust;

on a butterfly’s wings as the summer lingers

The colours seem eternally captivating,

but they fade within the grasp of greedy fingers

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Happiness is a deceptive illusion,

projected by the frozen moments of time

The illusion seems perfectly alluring,

but it shatters with the very next chime

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Happiness is a vulture atop the tree of life,

disguised as a magnificent bird of paradise

The brilliance of its colours blinds the eyes,

while its greedy heart is as chilling as ice

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Happiness is opium dulling our senses,

overwhelming the awareness like magic

Its fumes give a pleasure so insane,

while it blinds us to the misery, so tragic

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Happiness is pursued, yes, but only by fools,

but it is not trusted by the wise, not at any cost

Happiness breeds hard and cruel insensitivity,

while sadness brings understanding, when all is lost

A Dialogue with the Darkness (Previously, the Darkenss Within)

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When the self turns inward, the sharpest blade is awareness.

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I want a sharp knife;

the sharpest of all I have ever seen in this life

A knife with an ivory grip and a gleaming edge;

engraved with obscure ruins, carrying a death pledge

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I want to plunge it into my belly;

slicing it across, all through the quivering jelly

Cutting open myself and savoring the soothing pain;

smelling the oozing blood and enjoying the red rain

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The steaming guts will spill out;

and so will the coldness, without a doubt

I want to confront the coldness under my skin;

I so want to face the raging darkness within

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I want to feel their texture and what makes up my core;

the ice-cold mercury seeping out of each pore

I so want to sense their force, so binding and so freeing;

their powerful darkness vibrating in my being

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I want to question them all, the unanswered queries;

hanging in balance, the forever silent juries

I want to challenge them all, the reservoirs of valor;

forever loud but hollow, the reds masking my pallor

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Why do you reside within me?

Perhaps two despising lovers smiling with glee?

Or are you sent by my respectful adversaries,

not really bothered, and just two emissaries?