i am not you.

i don't want it...any of it: sex, money, power, ambition...the life. to an extent, even love is tainted.

give me my room. give me my space. a nice little comfortable life....is not going to happen. i realize that now. human beings love borders, edges of spaces. mine is on a roof, somewhere in Karachi. the border between up and down. safe and unsafe. life, and death.

over, and over....i play with the things in my mind. thoughts, ideas...rolling them around, looking at them from different angles. trying to find resonance...

....yeh raat irtiqa chahti he.