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