Monday 28 January 2013

BARGAINING BAZAAR


In the winding  streets of uncertainty


 I wander  aimlessly in search of familiarity

Whichever  shop I  hesitantly enter 

There are but  strangers

Strangers selling  strangest of objects 

Penniless and empty! 

As I rush out embarrassed with myself 

The mind in me wonders  

Is that  really what I wanted ?

Once the rosy flush of novelty fades away ! 

What will I do with all the  strangeness 

 Penniless As I am; what will I offer in return ? 

How will I ever come to know !

If my lonesome heart keeps running away !

In life's embroiling, ever changing bazaar 

How long can i keep bargaining  with my soul ? 


Wednesday 23 January 2013

DON'T RUSH AWAY FROM THE SUNSET

Rushing Sunset

Don’t rush away from the silent sunset


Don’t rush away to your petty life


The embracing mountains on the horizon


The crimson beauty on the verge


The motley bed of bedazzling clouds


Is not beautiful and appealing!


Does it not bring you peace!


Don’t worry about the dusk around the corner


Don’t worry about the shadow of   darkness waiting


Don’t Rush away forever; for your hasty night may never end  


So listen up busy friend! The mind says!


Stop by and feel the serenity of the silent sunset


For this could be your last one!





DICE TILL DEMISE


Having lost in this wily game of dice


Lost again to my mindless vice


All that I once gained in good fortune


Has now vanished away as melting ice


If I did not gamble with the fire of anger  


If I did not chase the unworthy prize


Would have all this darkness still arise


Tell me dear friend


In a rigged up game of pleasant guise


Is life really worth restraining demise? 



Tuesday 22 January 2013

FLYING CARPET OF IDEAS


Flying on a carpet of ideas

To the enchanted land of the possible

Across the clouds of imagination

Riding the winds of enthusiasm

Come fly away; fly away to the land of the possible

Flying on a carpet of ideas

Woven by innovation, on threads of passion

Breaking away chains of convention

And defying theories of gravity

Come fly away; fly away to the land of freedom

As the time is good, and the weather is merry

Sit back and tighten, the sane seat-belts of reality; and come fly away

Come fly away on the enthralling carpet of ideas



Saturday 19 January 2013

FISHING NET OF THOUGHT


In the impatient sea of the turbulent mind



The drifting dragnets of thought wander



No fisherman to tug; no weights to guide



Lost in their own entanglement



What fishes of happiness can they guddle? 

FIELD OF FEELINGS


In the fertile fields of the roving mind


Cultivating the delicate crop of feelings


The sun of opportunity may shine on you


And the rain of fortune may bless you


But if you don’t know your saplings well


When the time of harvest comes


 Is it not too late to discover


That the only crop you’ll get to reap


Are weeds of anger and hatred and ill will!  



ADHAN


The crescent moon is at the highest



The minarets of faith stand tall



In the earth beneath and the sky above



The musical words of the adhan resonate



Love peace and unity; fill one and all



As towards kibla, I humbly bow



All in the name of the most benevolent and merciful! 

Thursday 17 January 2013

OTIOSE DRIVE

Otiose Drive

The headlamp flickers; useless in the fog of confusion


 Cold and numb; the hands cling to the hopeful wheel


As the Engine rumbles and grumbles


 Scuttling across the mountain way of existence


In this otiose journey of life


My worn out tyres tread !

SCHRODINGER'S CAT


A phenomenon of paradox


Neither here nor there


Until seen otherwise


Neither dead nor alive


Wave or particle


How does your sound go?


When all I hear is your soft meow 

Tuesday 15 January 2013

PRURIENT FROG


Adding greenery to familiarity


In the coldness of the pond near by


Croaking aloud, croaking in the dark!


Oh insatiable, prurient frog!


Every ripple, speaks of your presence!


Every leaf, resonates of your desire!


As you violently spoil the sentient silence


What fires in your proto-reptilian mind?


As you croak away, to the urge for culmination


Croaking away  hoping for final fulfillment


Oh little frog, lost in your blinded pursuit


Did you not realize its loud consequence?


Did the confined space of your amphibian intellect


Not reveal the slithering approach of the fangs of death


Did you not know, that it’s your croaking?


Oh prurient frog! Who can save you now from your serpentine end!







Saturday 12 January 2013

CUD OF THOUGHTS


Midst the loneliness of the forest, a fatal fire rages


As the mountains and valleys are engulfed in  smoke


A grazing herd of thoughts


Caught between a flowing river and the ravishing flames


Sit still as they chew their cud !







MOONLIT SKY


The music of the heavens sings out as moonlight

As the clouds dance to the tunes of the breeze


The tress sway and the birds chirp


For today is the day; the day your Love set me free

Overwhelmed and lost in the eternal bliss of your Love


The remnants of the person in me is enthralled


And the joy filled heart in me overflows


As thoughts freeze and time stands still


In the vastness of the moonlit sky of Your Love


Oh! Let me vanish in peace! 







FADING DREAM


In this fading dream of life


Sleepless I wander


Knowing very well


He who clings to the mind


Will only rot faster!

Thursday 10 January 2013

BLISS OF PERCEPTION


Another warm and sunny day


Another one, as I’m still alive


Breathing in an out; breath after breath


Happy to be alive; happy to realize


That against all odds; I still survive


With wings of enthusiasm


And flames of passion


The miracle of sentience


And the bliss of perception


Sooner or later; as all is yet to pass


I sit here and breathe in silence!





Sunday 6 January 2013

SIX MEN IN A ROTTING SOCIETY

The eager hangman waits his turn, to pull the fateful lever!

The crowds gather around, in feverish cheer!


The guilty are paraded; naked and neutered except for their noose

The nation watches and sneers as the board beneath creaks!

As the heads of these perverts are finally hanged in shame

The legs and all, tremble and thrash around

As the six men finally hang there, limp and lifeless!

But tell me dear friend is this the end?




Six rotten apples in a failing orchard

Getting rid of them, will it save the crop?

Six black threads in a mis-woven yarn

Can plucking them, correct the fabric of society?

Looking outward, outside the window it’s easy to spot extremes! 

But who else but you, can see the rotting within?  

Blame as a game is easy; and hatred can seemingly give you a clean coat

 With Disgust you can distance yourself, and with anger let loose,

You can even bring the city down!

But this way friend, who are you fooling?




You gather as crowds, motivated by fear

But when it comes to vote, will you all still stand up?

You condemn inequality, while you flaunt your wealth

You condemn violence, while you go about your business with arrogant aggression

You condemn rape, while you blatantly pursue your lust

You claim equality for women; but you bulldoze your way with chauvinism

 Yet you condemn society; while you still live as you please

Tell me dear friend; Are you truly different from those six men?




If you can see the hurt and deprivation behind the vandals of violence

The terror within the anger; the hopelessness within   carelessness

 If you can see the desperation within selfishness; and the oppression behind aggression

You too can see the city burning! You too can see the world with Love!

Now that your heart is filled with love and compassion!

 Tell me dear friend!  Can you can see the six dried up trees in a drought hit forest

Can you see that all the trees drying! Can you feel the dry earth beneath your ground?

Tell me dear friend! What else can we do but pray for the shower of Love!