The infinity of ignorance
That lay before my naked eyes
Used to induce fear, angst and fever
My feeble mind many a times did shiver
Seemed I was longing to be afraid
Searching for reasons, to be doomed
Exchanging freedom for slavery
What a disgusting irony !
Here now I declare not my independence
But mine arrogant belligerence
The peddlers of nostrums of neurosis
Will no longer roam around in license.
mashoodkk
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
DOUBT, THOUGHT AND ACTION (a poem)
In the bosom of doubt
Lies the temptation for thought
Elegant indulgence in thought
Leads to the calm heaven of belief
And beliefs generates habits of action
But never are we satisfied
The cycle of doubt, thought and belief goes on.
The sensuality of the intellectual
Keep ablaze the lamp of creativity.
mashoodkk
Lies the temptation for thought
Elegant indulgence in thought
Leads to the calm heaven of belief
And beliefs generates habits of action
But never are we satisfied
The cycle of doubt, thought and belief goes on.
The sensuality of the intellectual
Keep ablaze the lamp of creativity.
mashoodkk
REGAINING THE LOST PARADISE (a poem)
Let us not hate it all
Let us not hate mistakes
Let us not hate darkness
Let us not hate doubts
Let us not hate failures......
Let us transform it all
Let the abhorrence quiver the arrow of longing
Let that arrow trigger us into high flying
In that flight let us sublimate
Then alone will everything be bright
Hatred of darkness is trite
Unless germinates the seeds of light
As per religion we are fallen angels
As per reason we are risen apes
We differ in the conception of origins
Never in the direction of destination
Let us nurture the infant of humanity
Let her glory transcend eternity
mashoodkk
Let us not hate mistakes
Let us not hate darkness
Let us not hate doubts
Let us not hate failures......
Let us transform it all
Let the abhorrence quiver the arrow of longing
Let that arrow trigger us into high flying
In that flight let us sublimate
Then alone will everything be bright
Hatred of darkness is trite
Unless germinates the seeds of light
As per religion we are fallen angels
As per reason we are risen apes
We differ in the conception of origins
Never in the direction of destination
Let us nurture the infant of humanity
Let her glory transcend eternity
mashoodkk
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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
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
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
Monday, June 22, 2009
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
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
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