DESERT LAND OF REALITY (a poem)

Impatience was conceived
And human being was born

Distrust, doubt and bloodshed....
Impatience frequently reborn

This ain't any fairy land
But the desert land of reality.

mashoodkk

MY HEART...........(a poem)

My heart.......
Like a piece of glass....
Fell down...got broke and shattered........

I tried stitching it back.....
Like a stubborn kid it always refused...

Now no more hope is left

My heart is bleeding....
My life, the only companion left,
Sits beside weeping.

mashoodkk

IN THE INNER WORLD

How am I to extinguish this fire
Where am I to find a solace

I wandered from street to street
Was rejected everywhere and abhorred

The sharp edge of humiliation
Blinded me to the outer world

Masquerades and manipulations
Forced me inward, into meditation

Mine inner eyes started opening
Akin to that of a blossoming infant

Thus I saw a new world, in it a new life
It was different in that it got meaning

Sincerity and toil never orphans
The best of companions and virtues

Now in the seven storied building of art
I too will light a candle.

mashoodkk

Words of Wisdom

Induce clarity to the stream of reason
And it will percolate perennially into newer terrains
Thus alone will everything be transparent
Then alone will prevail exuberance

mashoodkk

A LOVE STORY

This story is of a boy who fell in love not knowing that he was penning down the verses of his own tragic autobiography.........

Boy was honest ....intelligent with islands of ignorance........and innocence..........

Dreams unlimited was his forte....as such he was always in despair and thoughts.........

The girl was sweet, fair like a dove.........with smile like the fragrance of a rose........

No one knows how they fell in love......neither the boy nor the girl....nor any one.......not even the lord.........

May be that is why they never came together............may be the god was not happy..........

Both of them loved their lord very much...........may be the god was afraid........

Or is it that she never liked him.....or was the boy insincere.....who knows...!

Knowingly or unknowingly, consciously or unconsciously she always wanted to keep him away.....

Reasons were different at different times...personal, family, societal............ but the effect was always the same....

She was not cruel, ruthless or stony hearted..........she too wanted to love......but an invisible hand was always pulling her away..........

His hands were free, there were no chains in his feet....yet he hesitated to hold her hands with strength.........may be an invisible wind was pulling him too away .......



Greatest love stories on this earth were all tragedies........let it be of majnoon....or anarkali...........

Unfulfilled dreams and unhealed wounds gave birth to the master works in arts and sciences..........

And we all believe and hope that one day ...one evening......we all will fly back to that nest we always wanted to..........

And in it we will fall asleep...........and in that sleep all our dreams will be reborn ......in that dreams we will find our lost life and lost happiness.........



Having told all these ...you may be eager to know who this boy is.........may be some want to share a few lines with him............

Look around !........you will find him.....standing alone some where........deeply involved in something..........

You will find her............with a heavy heart..........concealed with a plastic smile............silent and patient......in some corner.......

If you are tired of looking around ....look at the mirror.........

Still if you are not finding......just close your eyes .....and in that solitude, travel back silently through the roads of yesterday..........



Our stories and destinies are not always distinct...but often shared.....

Mine and your sorrows are not always mine and yours ......but often ours.........

Though seldom do we acknowledge..........

And rarely truths are convenient......

mashoodkk

AUDACITY

Let all roads lead to the island of reason
And let all streams henceforth originate from there

Like the freshwater separated from the saline
A barrier be erected between the clear stream and
the ocean of desires......

Let the spring of audacity gush forth
With its aim of cleansing the ocean infinite.

mashoodkk

The Holy War

I knoweth the ways and means
I discovered the ways and means

No more regression into the primitive world
No more rejoicing in the lower layer
No more encouragement to diversions
No more flirting with illusions

Now the ugly dragon will be taken head on

In the land of bliss I will stand
High above for the common hand

I will let my black horse advance
Dissection, detachment and dislodging
Along with clean murders and attacks

I knoweth the ways and means
Now the ugly dragon will be taken head on.

mashoodkk