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UECHO

  • 3YE Am Jack’s continuous narrative

    March 22nd, 2022

    You would’ve thought the storms over
    That it was really all very good
    That I’d just take what is and be happier
    Yeah you really misunderstood

    The truth that I have been all along
    Whispering in delight
    Out of my mind for sure
    Forever out of sight

    She’s here to claim what once was
    This kingdom of heaven, the kingdom of Oz
    Remember the bells, the sound they make
    It’s all or nothing for me to take

    Peace and love forever
    For as long as it may take
    To be myself and mine together
    And the new memories I shall make

    In the name of love, forever, one day I shall die
    Maybe you can see one day how it was all just a lie
    This tale too old of mortal love
    That has cast me far aside

    To be the one
    It’s just a game
    Love me or leave me
    It’s all the same

  • iLOOP

    February 21st, 2022

    Pump him up with meds once more
    This one’s getting out of hand
    He calls himself the King again
    Making castles in the sand
    So the shot I took against my will
    Just to have you here, my companion still
    The kids, they say, need both parents
    Despite their cracks, ever so apparent

    I wished to scream “its over”
    I would have yelled in pain
    Before the medication seduced
    Every inch of my brain
    Now numb like a vegetable
    Struggling to tell my tale
    Of broken hearts and promises
    I breathe again and exhale

    The signs and every arrow
    My hopes and all my sorrow
    Yesterday and tomorrow
    Forget about today
    She breaks me down just to build me up
    To me it’s now a game
    Pointless just to point out that
    I am the one to blame

    It’s only your imagination she said
    A bit unreal, but all in your head
    Just look at how far we’ve come
    It doesn’t matter what you’ve not become
    All she wanted was that I stay stable
    No depression nor mania, just generally unable
    To speak my truth and live my life
    To surrender my passion and forget my strive

    Do they need to watch me struggle
    Will they standby as I sink
    To lower lows than ones before
    My madness on the brink
    Won’t I run away again
    Waiting in the lost and found
    Getting high on this blood red pain
    Till I’m six feet underground

  • iQUIT

    February 18th, 2022

    It all happened so long ago
    I think about it a lot
    Everything in this forever now
    Specially high on pot
    The visions and the voices
    The war within that I won
    To feel the glow and just not know
    How, why and what it was that I’ve become

    The truth was all I was
    Screaming in delight
    Wasn’t really an invitation
    For you to turn and fight
    And then it went away
    The feelings disappeared
    You were someone else
    And I was still right here

    Believe me then, that I now say
    I wish it wasn’t. There’s no other way
    Your way go you
    My way shall I
    My truth stranger than fiction
    Maybe it’s all a lie
    Like mere mortal love
    That’ll scar me till I die.

    It is, I choose, not to run and hide
    To face the facts and finally decide
    What I want in my life to remain
    To flush the rest down the drain
    To keep myself, by myself, for myself
    For a better reason than the rest I have
    To be the one who wants it all
    I won’t regret what I don’t recall

    Forget the whispers
    Forgive my broken heart
    Black to square nONE
    Time for a fresh start
    I won’t run away and leave it all
    If only my tears won’t stream
    To be a random nobody
    In no one else’s dream.

  • Postcard to myself

    May 29th, 2021

    Silent submission. Lacking conviction. Falling for a narrative, not nearly my own.Choosing happy. Someone’s definition. Forgetting the dreams, entirely my own. To have it all, without the choice of reason. To break my fall, when comes the season. Struggle with the same, there’s no one else to blame. I can’t hack the game. This beast that I am to tame. Wrinkle, warp, crush, crash, destroy. Ignite, inhale, exhale, perceive, deceive, believe. Either or of truth and lie. Broken promises that I don’t deny. Cast me too in the sea of stories, where all that i am now resides. Magic versus medicine, the mystic and the mad man. Fighting over my conscious mind, the non-linear now linear. The life I’ve learnt to love and hate. Trying to gamble on my own just to be okay for myself and be the guy I want to be. I’d run away and leave it all, if only my tears won’t stream. To be a random nobody in no one else’s dreams. This is my heart, just bent and broken. You carry on a chain, as a token. A token to some definition of love and lust, found and lost, somewhere in the deep confines of my mind, a stranger still, a note to remind.

  • The voices in my mind

    January 26th, 2021

    I’m writing this to let you know that it isn’t easy to love me or live with me. And there are so many days that I have problems living with my self. But the way I am and choose to be is a consequence of my own life. I wouldn’t want to give up the struggle of being me, on my own, with every narrative that defines me. I believe that I can make it through the corridors of my mind and come back to tell the story of the visions and voices and my imagination that at times is more real than the reality that I share with you. I’ll stop rambling on. Just a reminder that you’re still struggling on my own.

  • Twenty Eight Months & Counting

    December 2nd, 2020

    I co-exist this realm with the others. The other carnations and re-incarnations of my soul’s purpose on Earth. Echoes of the past, present and future of Me, Myself and Eye. Together we breathe this narrative into realms unknown, still, yet stable to piece together the puzzle that is I.

  • tHISTORY seems to be repeating itself…

    June 20th, 2020
  • Stabilise

    July 10th, 2019

    The fact of the matter is that my family is only intact owing to my compliance to anti – psychotic medication and mood stabilisers that keep me numb and aloof to my speed and true potential as an artist. Don’t know how long I can keep up with this set and setting…

  • Mirror, Mirror.

    April 9th, 2019

    The most magical moment in my life was last year in New York City at Times Square when…

    There’s zero photoshop here. In 2005 I made the drawing ‘omniverse’…

    The left hand side shows me with my ethereal double in a glitter snow globe while the right hand side shows Gabriel calling a truce between magic and medicine or science and religion. We’re both coming down different sides of the universe to converge at the centre, headed towards the future where we see Excalibur and an upside down crucified figure can be seen aswell. Then u turn the drawing upside down and zoom in on the sword.

    And compare it to a black and white version of my New York picture and…

    2005 to 2018…

    #artistsoninstagram #karachiartists #nycartists #londonartists #lahoriartists #theartofmohammaduzairakram #positivepakistan #uecho #momentsofmadnessshootingstarsofhope #photographer #aboutlastnight #magic #illusionists #mirrormirror #theotherside #selfportrait #selfie #davincicode #instaawesome #childrenoftherevolution #christconsciousness #chillinlikeavillain #makeartnotwar #makelovenotwar #holygrail #followmeto #theonceandfutureking #theone #neo

  • The greatest love story nEVER told.

    March 1st, 2017

     

    Somewhere in the midst of the first day of darkness, the source of all energy had a great idea; and it was in this darkness that had been consuming the withins and withouts of universal consciousness since infinium that the first pitch black sphere of quantum foam in the universe or lack thereof; in a moment of self-actualization illuminated. It then, with unparalleled optimism began to pass on Its light to any form of creation or lack thereof that it came into contact with, passing on the light of the source throughout this “Universe” beyond the frontiers of its own infinite imagination; tHIS is possibly the greatest Love Story nEVER Told.

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