I wish I could cry
But I am not able to
I wish I could die
But I am not able to
I wish I could love
But I am not able to
I wish I could hate
But I am not able to
I wish I could think
But I am not able to
Good for nothing
Feynman called me a philosopher!
mashoodkk
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
LIFE
When all might is lost
Life flies like a broken kite
Random walk in the height.
Child is innocent
Better to say ignorant
Enjoys playing with the wind.
Then comes the manhood
Instinctual, emotional turmoil and flood
Despising oneself, everyone and god.
Many a sacred idols reveals its reality
Silly mud, clay, futility and vanity
Handicapped, yet belligerent..... hail humanity.
mashoodkk
Life flies like a broken kite
Random walk in the height.
Child is innocent
Better to say ignorant
Enjoys playing with the wind.
Then comes the manhood
Instinctual, emotional turmoil and flood
Despising oneself, everyone and god.
Many a sacred idols reveals its reality
Silly mud, clay, futility and vanity
Handicapped, yet belligerent..... hail humanity.
mashoodkk
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
To My Muslim Brethren and Sisters.....
Oh.. my Muslim brethren and sisters..
Thine lord has sent you three books
Ye took the shortest ...out of laziness
And is reading it with closed eyes
From a restricted corner of darkness.
In thine forehead is the stamp of self deception
In thine mind lies neither analysis nor affection
Humiliated, thou silently takes pride in crime
Stands bewildered in the threshold of death and life.
Give your ears to the trumpet of a renaissance
Inject in your veins the spirit of Muhammed
Let the fragrance of the sweat of super man break forth.
Ignore the comments from the street
For most of them knows you not
Rest have fear lurking beneath.
Once the three books are merged into one
Nature, the beloved and the holy text
And the verse that proclaims 'mercy to the mankind' read aloud
Air of freedom filled with peace will decorate the land
Unheard melodies will spring forth from the desert sand
Tagore, Rumi and Blake will dance hand in hand.
mashoodkk
Thine lord has sent you three books
Ye took the shortest ...out of laziness
And is reading it with closed eyes
From a restricted corner of darkness.
In thine forehead is the stamp of self deception
In thine mind lies neither analysis nor affection
Humiliated, thou silently takes pride in crime
Stands bewildered in the threshold of death and life.
Give your ears to the trumpet of a renaissance
Inject in your veins the spirit of Muhammed
Let the fragrance of the sweat of super man break forth.
Ignore the comments from the street
For most of them knows you not
Rest have fear lurking beneath.
Once the three books are merged into one
Nature, the beloved and the holy text
And the verse that proclaims 'mercy to the mankind' read aloud
Air of freedom filled with peace will decorate the land
Unheard melodies will spring forth from the desert sand
Tagore, Rumi and Blake will dance hand in hand.
mashoodkk
Friday, April 3, 2009
IGNORANCE..........the daughter of DARKNESS......
How dare you utter my master's name
You were with the public, when with him was no fame
With your petty ego and petty morality
You are discussing his philosophy....I pity...
Do you understand a single word of it
Oh sorry...how does it matter for you the hypocrite
But remember...your world is his charity
He spared you.....that was his magnanimity
If thy judge his benevolence to be his weakness
Beware...I was one of the earliest of his disciples
Why don't thy learn some history
And judge thyself and feel some mystery
The ugly mask of your virtues and mastery
Were torn apart in day light in past, repeatedly
Thine chair on which thy trust is superficial
My heart in which I trust is perfectly real
Thy operates in darkness and fear
My reliance is on light and blunt truth
Tonight you have won....oh ignorance
But tomorrow chanting my master's name wont suffice
To his words I am ever patient
Wisdom is his name...let it make you impatient.
mashoodkk
You were with the public, when with him was no fame
With your petty ego and petty morality
You are discussing his philosophy....I pity...
Do you understand a single word of it
Oh sorry...how does it matter for you the hypocrite
But remember...your world is his charity
He spared you.....that was his magnanimity
If thy judge his benevolence to be his weakness
Beware...I was one of the earliest of his disciples
Why don't thy learn some history
And judge thyself and feel some mystery
The ugly mask of your virtues and mastery
Were torn apart in day light in past, repeatedly
Thine chair on which thy trust is superficial
My heart in which I trust is perfectly real
Thy operates in darkness and fear
My reliance is on light and blunt truth
Tonight you have won....oh ignorance
But tomorrow chanting my master's name wont suffice
To his words I am ever patient
Wisdom is his name...let it make you impatient.
mashoodkk
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Teach me ....Ye..Zarathusthra.............
When I could barely roam
They jailed me in a juvenile home
They called it school
As usual, their lies are subtle
Hours of boredom and embarrassment
Why are they doing it to me...
I never did anything to them.....
Why poke into other's when you have one
To my surprise...they also claim credits
For keeping the little lambs 'on track'
They stole my paradise and proclaim to be messiah
As usual their lies are subtle
Once they threatened to hang me
When I saw the rope, I was shocked
I saw the joined hands of my father and the teacher
As usual their lies are subtle
Teach me ...ye.. Zarathusthra.........
Teach me the art of living.....
Save the infants from the crooked
Else darkness will reign eternal
Let us meet in secret, I will call my companions
They killed mighty Socrates cold bloodedly in open
We students, our murder's wont even get recorded
Not that we fear death, but from their hands....nay....
Here is my oath of allegiance
Offer me just clear and free air
I swear, my feet wont complaint
My heart is burning, so what is fire.....!
mashoodkk
They jailed me in a juvenile home
They called it school
As usual, their lies are subtle
Hours of boredom and embarrassment
Why are they doing it to me...
I never did anything to them.....
Why poke into other's when you have one
To my surprise...they also claim credits
For keeping the little lambs 'on track'
They stole my paradise and proclaim to be messiah
As usual their lies are subtle
Once they threatened to hang me
When I saw the rope, I was shocked
I saw the joined hands of my father and the teacher
As usual their lies are subtle
Teach me ...ye.. Zarathusthra.........
Teach me the art of living.....
Save the infants from the crooked
Else darkness will reign eternal
Let us meet in secret, I will call my companions
They killed mighty Socrates cold bloodedly in open
We students, our murder's wont even get recorded
Not that we fear death, but from their hands....nay....
Here is my oath of allegiance
Offer me just clear and free air
I swear, my feet wont complaint
My heart is burning, so what is fire.....!
mashoodkk
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