REFLECTIONS - On Ignorance and Inability

Ignorance and inability are not qualities one should be ashamed of, on itself. But any act, other than the short lived spontaneous emotional outbursts, to justify it surely is. Not employing the affordable remedial measures, there by consciously staying away from the path of evolution and enlightenment takes the case into the realm of sin.

mashoodkk

ALLAH KE BANDE HASDE......LET NOT HOPE EVADE.....

A magical voice storming over the ashes of shattered dreams, burned away by the hardships of reality........and attempting to light up the flame of life once again.......yes Kailash Kher again..........

NOTE: The attempted translation is far from being literal.

ALLAH KE BANDE HASDE.............

Toota toota ek parinda aise toota
Ke phir jud naa paaya
Loota loota kisne usko aise loota
Ke phir ud naa paaya
O o o o toota toota ek parinda aise toota
Ke phir jud naa paaya
Loota loota kisne usko aise loota
Ke phir ud naa paaya
Girta hua woh asma se
Aakar gira zameen par
Khwabon mein phir bhi badal hi the
Woh kehta raha magar
Ke allah ke bande hasde allah ke bande
Allah ke bande hasde jo bhi ho kal phir aayega


Kho ke aapne par hi to usne tha ud naa sikha
Kho ke aapne par hi to o o o
Kho ke aapne par hi to usne tha ud naa sikha
Gham ko aapne saath mein lele dard bhi tere kaam aayega
Allah ke bande hasde allah ke bande
Allah ke bande hasde jo bhi ho kal phir aayega

Aa aa aaa
Tukde tuke ho gaya tha har sapna jab woh toota
Tukde tuke ho gaya tha aa aaa aa
Tukde tuke ho gaya tha har sapna jab woh toota
Bhikre tukdon mein allah ki marzi ka manzar paayega
Allah ke bande hasde allah ke bande
Allah ke bande hasde jo bhi ho kal phir aayega



LET NOT HOPE EVADE......

The little bird lived .....far...far...above in a land of dreams........
Once it happened....probably while flying over our earth.......
that the tender heart of the creature got hurt......
So badly that it couldn't ever be healed...

The soft and serene wings turned heavy...
It couldn't be lifted any more...

And our bird kept on falling from the height.....
Eventually got soiled by the dust beneath.....

Still in its dreams were its old abode.......the transparent cloud.......
Though shattered, it didn't let hope evade and the lips chanted without halt....
"Whatever it be.....i am a faithful believer... i will not let the smiles fade....
Definitely there is going to be a day tomorrow....
when i will be back in my old world which knows no sorrows"

Seeing the undying spirit of the little bird....
The ever watchful venerable saint stood out of respect and murmured.....
"The loss of wings is temporary..this bird is going to fly far above imagination"

Enlightened by the incident, he proclaimed to humanity.....
"Don't be faint hearted if struck by difficulties....
Take along the sorrows with you without hesitation.....
It would be useful beyond words.........
Though it has scattered your dreams to pieces....
In that pieces you will find a hidden treasure gifted by your loving lord"

KAILASH KHER'S TERI DEEWANI- A CELEBRATION OF LOVE

The age old topic 'love' in the mystical sufi attire.....a transcendental musical experience...that's Teri Deewani. The object of love varies...for majnoon it may be laila.....for Einstein physics.....Jesus compassion, Muhammed social stability.......and so on.....but the characteristic features of the lover remains same.......UNCONDITIONAL devotion, obsession, sacrifice, compulsion, purity, zero fear, serenity, sorrows, agony......indeed a long list that makes real sense only with experience..........

At a time when mutual contract for survival convenience based on rigid conditions and clauses, demanding stringent efforts to get things keep going, is mistaken for love ......Kailash is sweeping away the dust off on the forgotten sufi wisdom......that until and unless an emotion is effortless and doesnt flows on its own, impurity is lurking beneath........

The translation attempted here is not word by word.......emphasis has been to capture the essence and tranfer the feeling.......the intrinsic difficulty imposed by the difference between emotionally cathected urdu and scientifically attuned english, along with the translator's ineptness might have resulted in a drastic fall in beauty..........but that was all I could afford.......

preet ki lath mohe aaisi laagi
ho gayi main matwaali

bal bal jaaun apane piya ko
he main jaaun vaari vaari

mohe sudh budh naa rahi tan mann ki
yeh toh jaane duniya saari

bebas aur laachar phiru main
haari main dil haari - 2

tere naam se jee loon - 2
tere naam se marr jaaun - 2

teri jaan ke sadke mein kuchh aaisa kar jaaun

tune kya kar dala marr gayi main mitt gayi main
ho ri ha ri ho gayi main
teri deewani deewani- 2


ishq junoon jab hadh se badh jaaye - 2
haste haste aashiq suli chadh jaaye

ishq ka jaadu sar chadha kara bole - 2
khoob laga lo pehre raste rab khole
yahi ishq di marzi hain
yahi rab di marzi hain

tere bin jeena kaisa
haan khudgarzi hai

tune kya kar dala marr gayi main mitt gayi main
ho ri ha ri ho gayi main
teri deewani deewani - 4

oh ho oh hoohhhh...

he main rang rangeeli deewani - 2
ke main albeli main mastani
gaaun bajaaun sabko rijhaaun
he main deen dhram se begaani
ke main deewani main deewani

teri deewani deewani...



Smitten and carried by love ..
It seems......my senses are lost.......

Still let no difficulties fall upon her......
I am ready to take it all on my self.....

Any way the whole world knows that,
I no more care much for my own.....

Lost at heart...I wander .....
Aimless around .....dejected......


Oh beloved.... I live by your name
And I will die by the same......


As an offering at your feet my heart is always
longing to do more and more of the sort....

Now you tell me......
What magic have you done.........
I am absorbed and no more...
But for as your ardent admirer,
Passionate beyond limit and words.....

Philosophers and poets told it right...
When love crosses a limit.....
A strange strength sprouts within..
Then for the beloved's sake even death
is as light and pleasant as a smile...

Oh reader,If you are still not convinced,
Take up this challenge posed by love..
"Try keeping obstacles in my path..
as many and as rigid as you wish.."
You will find them melting apart..
This is the divine will, will of love...

Now dear tell me.......
How will i live without you.....
It may be selfishness, but I can't help..


Dear reader, you may be thinking about my where abouts........
I am just a colourful crazy lover.....
Thrilled even when alone....
I sing, dance...induce cheer and rejoice...
Still alone and aloof...in my hut of solitude..

SHE KNEW ME NOT

She uttered the sharpest of words
And compared my heart to a piece of wood

She was just in her views
I conveyed the news with no tears

It was the suicide of a friend, young
Alas! Not all stars sets in the evening

She condemned me as inhuman and indifferent
And continued with her sobs, me still silent

She has learned from somewhere a little biology
Some etiquette from society or may be sociology

But never the story of a kid destined to cry
All through out life, that too silent out of shy

She never knew that some glands gets forever dried
If it was denied the soothing shade it deserved

She was just in her views
I didn't convey the news with drops of tears

mashoodkk

AWAKE COMRADES...!

I don't know the art of compromise
I am unfit for the game of life

Sorrows are my siblings
How long will I hide it with coverings

Yesterday on the accursed street
I met my childhood mate

I was hating and blaming
And a devil was somewhere laughing

Then from the distant dark I heard those sounds
It called for every one to cover up their unhealed wounds

I looked back sluggishly for a moment
I was dumbstruck seeing the fiery torrent

The message was clear ' Oh comrades
We have nothing to lose but our sorrows'

The color of the flag was no longer red
The black and white shades of life instead

Oh my fellow mates, brothers and sisters
Our bonds are stronger than blood ties

We are united not by birth, creed, hunger or color
But by the burning sorrows deep inside the soul

In that flame let us burn this world to ashes
From that ashes let humanity rise like a phoenix.

mashoodkk

TURNING POINTS

I was thirsty, but they knew not
Not alone them, none knew that
Not even I, to the extent I was

Water was there...Water every where
It was all around, though not crystal clear

But I was blind then, so I remained thirsty
None knew that
Not even I, to the extent I was

At this time, my friends started a game
'What it is....mirage or a pond
One has to find'

Alas ! It was my turn

But I was thirsty
None knew that
Not even I, to the extent I was

My parched lips and arid heart
Were day and night longing for few precious drops

I was out of senses
Unfit for a game

None knew that,
Not even I, to the extent I was

I lost and I was lost
When I woke back, but
I found myself at a turning point.

It was a game for some
Surely not for me

None knew that
Not even I, to the extent it was.

mashoodkk

HATING THE DARK

I was walking through the road
With full of merry and my dad

My tender hands were in his
I felt safe and was in a bliss

Overwhelmed by the spirit of life
I thought earth is a paradise

Then we reached near a drainage
It was thick and full of rotten garbage

I was horrified by the blackness
Water for me was gem like droplets

My smiles faded and died of slowly
In the midst I voiced a feeling slowly

"If I fell in this accidentally
Dad, it will give you trouble like hell"

I hoped he would tighten the hold of hands
But his reply dampened my beating heart

When I heard I would better be left off
Droplets appeared on my hands soft

This was one of my first encounters with blackness
And origin of my obsessive hatred against darkness

mashoodkk

UNHAPPY ENDINGS

That was the first party of my life
Thus my energy was on real hype

I played through out with strange friends
Ate and drank whatever I want

I didn't feel or made any difference
I knew it was gravest of offense

Like all the happy stories
This one too approached its climax

Every one lined up for the pose
In order of height lined in rows

I was in full spirit and vigor
But the whole aligning had error

He changed and rearranged
As time passed people got raged

The solution came from some side
Merciless! It was to keep me aside

At first I persisted, objected
The poor little boy humiliated

Some for me, some not, some silent
I gave up when the expected lips was against

I don't remember what at last happened
What for? Why should I care for the end?

mashoodkk

WHY OBSESSED WITH DEATH?

One may genuinely doubt
Why am I so fond of death?

There was a time in distant past
When I flirted with life without rest

Everyone used to hug and kiss me
My first wedding with time

In ecstasy my senses were on not
When I awoke I was in a court

The judge gave the verdict of my divorce
The first nail struck on my coffin

Everyone changed so abrupt and sudden
I felt like a stranger all alone

How can I forget my first love?
Even reason for her leaving i didn't know

So obsessed, I started loving her in fantasy
Once again I got married to ecstasy

Then came the assault from reason
The sharpest one to resist

By now I had enough trysts
In death bed were my emotions

So I had no objections against anything
Silently I was ready to accept everything

I had a secret reason for merry
When died I will never have to cry

In whose arms I laid down and wept
I went to say my bye at night

As usual his breath was steady and eyes were clear
In his sides were all who was to me so kind and dear

I got the message in just a flicker of their eyes
I couldn't turn away their request, How could I!

From their hearts I regained my might
For their smile I decided again to fight

Now I won't die...neither can I be killed
Meet your mates before you stand opposite

mashoodkk

MY LAST WISH

I want to die with a smile
If not one of satisfaction is possible
I would prefer one of mocking
Making the exit like a king.

I will make my fight
Till the last ray of light
Never again will I take a flight
Never will I surrender my might

I wont stop my effort
With the useless piece of wood
I will try to make a flute
Or with some stray strings
An instrument that sings

I want to die with a smile
If not one of satisfaction is possible
I would prefer one of mocking
Making the exit like a king.

mashoodkk

WHOM SHALL I BLAME?

The intellectual who kills hope
And the man who rarely heeds his throb
Are birds of the same flock.

The lady who betrayed her lover
And out of greed chose to be a whore
Her father is one of the above for sure.

Indeed words of contempt lacks culture
But culture is always alien to nature

One may wonder about my burning despair
Believe me...I am not a pretender

I gave the best education to my daughter
Yet she never learned the needs of a dying father

In the chilled rooms of this old age home
If I burst into violence, is it a crime

I am least aware of the clauses of modern constitution
Tell me the philosophy which can free me from this suffocation

Ironical it is that I have to bend my head
Before those who were the subjects of my contempt.

mashoodkk

ECHOES OF DEATH

She asked whether I could be reckoned upon
Why is she asking such dumb a question?

I am fed up with living
I want to take my leave

No more life is left in my heart
I cant bear any more suffocating breath

All those tough to digest craps I ate
I want to bend down and vomit

My eyes has lost its power to search for order
It can't even afford a single drop of tear

Don't waste your time counseling me
My salvation is in my destruction

In this hopeless ruthless world
No more effort or stride

Enough with fuming intoxicants
No longer enchanting are prostitutes

I want to put my self on fire
Thus burn sorrows to ashes and roar

Above the lap of death
Is the womb of my birth.

mashoodkk

REPLY TO THE QUERY

Many a friends of mine queried
All these poems ' exactly who wrote'

I feel happy and a little satisfied
Like a kid I concluded 'It wasn't so bad'

Written poems are an array of words
Syntax determined by life's beats

We all speak a common language
Similar are our burdens and baggage

We are all members of a family
Travelers destined for the same journey

Alas! But few heeds to their heart beats
The dry wind has shattered soul to pieces

I tried putting the pieces together
Saw the smiling face of Tagore

We are all poets by birth
But are so busy, even for a breath

Stay back for a while
The mind will surely reveal

A little rose blooming out of own efforts
Is sweater than the garden of experts.

BLAMING THE DEAD

He was not a poet
But life made him write.

Tiny bits of a layman's struggle
Yet for the pure heart a jingle.

Long ago I was his friend
Few sweat moments together we did spent

He sent me some old memoirs
Ah! my eyes can still shed tears

That was all past
Life has turned fast

I had no time to reply
My head declared it silly

Just a few words of merry
The sick brain but felt it so heavy

Then I knew I wont ever get any more verse
Already was on me the curse

I wanted to reply
But before he should die

Only his death did testify
Death of the fellow being alone satisfy

Before you spit on my face
Shed on me the words of abuse
Let me just make a query
How could a dead man reply?

And lastly, least for a sob
When you with the mob
Tore the pride of my mom
I was a kid in her womb.

LONELY KID AND SOLITUDE

I was then five or six
I had to be there till four or five
All would have left by three or four
Except for one or two

After that 'I' the only one
In the big building alone
Becoming bigger and bigger
As time goes and goes

My little heart longed for a company
Many a times in desperation
I remember how ecstatic it was
When occasionally I got one
Or when my father came early from his work.
But it was only rarely
And mostly I was lonely
Spare the empty benches and desks
And trespassers who never minds

In the beginning I used to cry
Then I realized its futility

The first realization of my life
Little tender feet trembled for a while

I can smell a relation
Of my love of solitude
And for humanity, a passion
To those days, though decades have passed

At the underlying contradiction I wonder
It has to be by nature

Poems from the book of life
Cannot always afford the luxury of rhyme.

THE SECRET OF MIRACLES

Once a boy was orphaned
In the midst of a dry land

Torment after torment
But never was his head bend

Tender feet in burning sand
Yet was faith intact, in his own hand

Drops from little cute eyes
One by one on the clear face

Fell into the sea of sand
Dry and arid a land

Seasons after seasons passed by
Amazed are all who now pass by

Where there was no shade to sit
Now is a garden broad and vast

A soothing fragrance all around
Our old little one now enthroned

Written on his forehead was
Endure endurance and miracles follows

BORN BLIND

Open your eyes
Look at your ways

You are walking lame
In your feet is chain

I was shouting in vain
Shameless, he said he is a slave

I moved on forward
Breaking my throat hard

The next one was deaf
I was anxious for relief

A little kid crawled to my feet
I looked down once at least

The tender hands were on a chain
I stood dumbstruck out of shame.

mashoodkk

IN PRAISE OF PHANTASY

I met the beauty in her
Got turned to a dreamer

I was carried away
By the breeze in the psyche

I started building a nest for her
With its bed softer than her feather

In a morning wind
The invitation was sent

She came at the sunset
Along with her boyfriend

A picture was on her beak
In it her charm was at its peak

She put it on my neck
I was in the dreams still struck

My closed eyes saw two lovebirds flying away
I didn't open to tears to kill my joy

The droplets appeared on my forehead
Happiness reborn and sorrows shed

Fantasy at times is fantastic
It protects one from being too sick.

mashoodkk

ECHOES OF LIFE

When darkness loomed over my day
I thought there is nothing more to say.

Drowned in tears of sorrow
Everything before appeared hollow

Dried and empty were my gland
It was blood that oozed in the end

At some point, which I know not
My fingers tried figuring the final note

So horrible a moment
Still not less frequent

Soon was lost my conscious
Followed a cool breeze of silence

I was thrown into a world of dreams
More clear were its streams

With relief I opened my eyes
Hoping there be no more sighs

To my surprise it was the same old place
Whole event, just a part of the cycle vicious

The grief always precedes
With a cunning smile it usually recedes

Einstein's second thoughts are mine first
Subtle is the lord, not malicious slight.


mashoodkk

PLEASE NOTE

The door of my dream home
In front of it is a board of sincere welcome

No matter you are a stranger
Let it be an excuse to chat longer

Sitting beside the clear springs
We can have sweet drinks

But let this never be an excuse
To enter my dreary real house

My neighbors are starving
Brothers are dying young

I am in no mood to give for your musing
I want to make my little sister again sing.


mashoodkk

WHO AM I ?

Take your gaze
Away from paradise

Don't let your eyes fall
Down to the burning hell

I am not there
Not in either

Look around you
And you will get my hue

I am in your father, mother and brother
Friend, foe, sister and lover.

I am nothing, but a monad
Of this social world, future and past.


mashoodkk

WHAT DECIDES?

What decides is

Desire and effort
Not destiny and fate

The fool blames
The true changes

In the hypocrite's face are tears
Genuine eyes bears red drops

From that each drops rises
A hundred new fragrant roses.


mashoodkk

I CAN'T PITY.....

I was on my way to her home
She would wait, that was my hope

I whispered in her ear
She was silent and despair

Soon was shown a box
Full of metals that locks

In that she was held tight
And taken by force through the street

Tight were the knots
My hands moved not

I wish I could pity

Still alive is she in the memory
I wish the trespassers be she

I ask them, I go behind them
And they mock me and tease me

Alone I weeps for my mates
Every one has to bear my fate.

JOURNEY OF LIFE

Conspiracy of time
Put me in the desert of angst

Thirsty of life
My throat was burning

Scorching heat on eyes
And dark was the face

Out of pity
Broke the silence, infinity

A smile quivered
The lute of the heart

Expected was a melody
At the end was but melancholy

In the sea of sand
Pool is a mirage

Not that there is none
It is hard to find one

The journey with the bare foot
Without a well defined route

That is what life is
Rare are unfading smiles

Still we moves on, mostly alone
When one dies, another is born.


mashoodkk

THE REWARD

When I pretended
The society accepted

When I bared my heart,
They pelted stones at it.

All that my bleeding eyes
Then searched for was a few drops of tears

No stones could blind my eyes
From those moist faces
shattered and and scattered in the crowd
Yet was enough to fill my heart
And to heal my wounds.

Oh lord .....thank you for thy reward
Thou has kept thy promise.

mashoodkk

SEASONS LOSING RYTHM

As a child I learned seasons
And was taught some reasons,
By which there is a sequence.

Many a seasons passed through
Along which I too grew

Now i hear not oft the four
Instead another on the floor
And some uproars
Blaming the whores

But why some
Many enjoyed the cum

While raping nature
None thought of future
But only rapture
So at the end ...fracture.


Gone are the sequence
And now the vengeance.

In the race for one
I dont know why

With it come
Always a lot of sighs.


mashoodkk

WEAKNESS

I can be cheated
I can be manipulated

I have no complaint
I can be nothing but silent

You take pride in your intelligence
You think others have no sense

You may be right
You may decide right

Humans aren't ashamed
Humans spit on others pride.

Time remains a spectator
Time, will it be silent forever?

mashoodkk

MY NAME IS STRENGTH

My victory and defeat lies
Not in the end but in the means

Therefore to I am invincible
Except for me, the individual

Death and defeat
As sapless straw, so cheap
In no time will it burn to ashes
In the fire deep within
Leaving no traces
I will find my abode in eternity.


mashoodkk

WHO KNOWS?

Muhammed is silent
Desert is all land

Jesus on the ground
Looks sharply around


Hand of Moses
Hanging like a dead rose

Krishna's chariot still
Arjuna long unwell


Everybody busy with the job.
Corporates have no time for jokes.

There is nothing, but suspire
Some body should inspire
And be ready to perspire
Or soon shall we expire.


mashoodkk

COMPLAINT

Many rose from the dungeon of darkness
To the majestic heights of intelligence

In the way were unraveled many a knots
The mystery of life, but still not

Oh lord ! aren't you expecting too much
From your children not strong as such

Or is it the way you express your love
I have nothing to say but..."but how...."


mashoodkk