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.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
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.
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.
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.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
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
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
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
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
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
Sunday, September 7, 2008
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
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
Thursday, September 4, 2008
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
Monday, September 1, 2008
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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