THE GARDENER OF THE DESERT

Even if thine abode is the eighth rung of hell
My beloved, I will join thee with a smile
For I have faith in thine craft
Thou art the gardener of the desert.

mashoodkk

WHAT IS IT ?

With the mask worn
It is a comedy
Tore it down
It becomes a tragedy.

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FAITH

Uncertainty is my reality
And death is my certainty
So is my resurrection
And my salvation.

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DESTINED

Whichever race I run
Whomever I meet
Whatever I learn
However I fight

My destination remains same
It is my lonely grave
Similar is the story of my soul mate
My shadow is my death.

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THE FIRST WHITE STRAND

In that first white strand
Over the darkness of my head
I saw the dawn of my desk
The maiden smile of death

Somewhere in the heart sprung a quiver
Melodious music of the primal fear.

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Journey For the Elixir

Kid, fed up by their stories
Set out for his journey
Into the moonlit terrains
To uncover his mythology

Swam through the venom of death
For the elixir of life
A new vibration in breath
Fragrant existential pride.

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MY LITTLE HOME, MY BLISSFUL ABODE

All mine eyes wanted to see
Was their ovation before me
But when the time came
I was blind sublime

All my ears longed
Was their applause aloud
But when the time came
I was deaf sublime

I ran the wrong race
Lost in many a maze
But in the lap of destiny
And the angel of honesty
Took me home
My blissful abode.

mashoodkk

SPIRIT OF LIFE - AN ELEGY

Poems from the pages of life
Cannot always afford the luxury of rhymes.
Yet a few, out of stray pebbles
Creates structures that delights
Thou art one among them rare, Steve
A music to the spirit of life, addictive.

mashoodkk

Musings on Steve Job's Stanford Address

Throughout he is trying to say something......saying the same thing in myriad ways.....

Is it so?

THE IMPORTANCE OF HAVING THE RIGHT PERSPECTIVE
......with which one could metamorphosize anything.....be it a colorless childhood....a blank youth.....fall from grace .....or even death.....

I think so.

What struck me more was that he was trying to convey that they are seeded in things which "science cannot capture".....at least in its entirety......

After all Steve Jobs does not seem like a person who would walk seven miles to the Krishna temple, just for a free meal.....

Anyway these are just personal opinions....
After all "We are all gonna be dead soon. There is no reason not to 'speak' our heart"

RIP Steve.

mashoodkk

SWEETNESS OF PAIN

Even pains are sweet
If we know the art
In fact pains are sweeter
Like a bud with nectar
It bears in its womb intensity
And can blossom into beauty.

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A SPIRITUAL REUNION

With all my morosity
You never deserted me

To all my apathy and rudeness
You replied in eloquent silence

Yes..many times you did sob and weep
I saw those tears while you were asleep.

The books I flirted with
Instead of your warmth
Never had any answers

Here I return to thy bosom
For the breast milk of wisdom
Give me an embrace
Accept my apologies.

mashoodkk

INTENSE LIVING

If I had the faintest idea,
Of what I was longing for
I would have searched for it.

Strange is this language
Intense is this thirst.

A melody from somewhere far
Kindling the core of my heart


With burning passion and blind eyes
I am after the source of my unrest
My inspiration, my salvation.

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ELUDING SHADOW ....

Thy was my shadow all through
Why I never did see you
Oh my beloved, thy taught me
The sweetness of intensity.

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INNER ALCHEMIST

While I was desperately seeking,
Burning apart like a forsaken being
Oh! Alchemist in my trembling heart
How did I miss your melodious beat.

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SIBLING ONCE .......NOW ALIENS......

She cried in vain loud, louder
And then faded into silence.
The shrilling sound dug a void
Where vermin grew and bred
Impregnated by indifference
She gave birth to lifelessness
They roam around our streets
Unrecognised and purposeless
Our own sibling once
Now some strange aliens.

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VIRGINITY OF CHILDHOOD

The little kid witnessed with naked eyes
The darker shades of human lives
Lost the virginity of his childhood
Weeping lonely in the gruesome wood

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TRUE LOVE

Humiliation does not bother me
Poverty and torture never scare me
But my beloved, will thy turn sad
That is my only worry, sole concern

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A SONG FOR YOU

Do not rely on me for happiness
For I know not what it is
But call me when in despair
When no more can you bear
For I know a song
And I will sing it for you.

mashoodkk

EXPERIENCE

Holding that piece of burning coal
Heart trembling in fear and awe
Venom of paralysis seething down
Experience to cherish and brood on

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DESPAIR

Like the remnants of a burned leaf
So is my mind rambling
In the chaotic storm of faint thoughts

Worn out by the intensity
It slipped back into the darkness
Where temptation and fear rules
Path to hell lies carved.

mashoodkk

Expendable

Oh! Judas...
Thy betrayed Jesus
And then committed suicide

Or is that you did it,
For the moral conflict
To embrace with ease owns end

Oh Jesus.....
How could it escape thine eyes
Which penetrates depth and sees

Or where you too in a conflict
Over your heavenly father's verdict
In turning a disciple
Into an expendable.

mashoodkk

MEMOIRS THAT REFUSE TO FADE .........

Wounds have the power to keep one awake even when he wishes to sleep. Thoughts woven in tears in the silent darkness of night often sees the dawn.

Likewise the feather touch of healing forever remains with one who felt it. Withstanding the hustles and bustles of life it sleeps silently in some corner of the heart waking up once in a while.

mashoodkk

WHO KILLED JUDAS ?

Oh Moral conflict
Thy killed Judas Iscariot
Feeble and frail was he
Nothing could his eyes see
Greed blinded his soul
Thy waited for the call
You hid in dark deep, ruthless
In his own room with gallows
Feeble and frail was he
Nothing could his eyes see

PS:

Oh Jesus, was thy aware
If yes, is it not a murder
Oh I forgot,
God works in ways mysterious
But, what about Judas
Who the hell cares?
Oh I forgot
God works in ways mysterious
Baffled stands lesser mortals.

mashoodkk

On Love .....

Oh Love .... warm are thine hands
Melancholic euphoria in thine embrace
Extremes melt in thy bosom
Joyous mourning in frozen time
Self burns in the fire of sacrifice
To light up the seeking eyes
Heart beats faster and gallop
Desperate to fall into the abyss, deep
Like an infant unto his mother
To fade away and merge forever
Seeking nourishment and solace
Vivid memoirs of the lost paradise.

mashoodkk

THOUGHTS ON THE MERCIFUL GOD OF MUHAMMED (pbuh) or LESSON OF THE FIRST VERSE

Life was never easy for the final prophet. Personal losses haunted him through out. Born orphaned, he was destined to be an unfortunate father to conduct the final rites of his own children. He suffered terrible financial constraints, humiliations and tortures. There was everything in his life what majority of us would describe as components of an accursed life.

Yet contrary to expectations, the world heard a strange characterisation of god from him; The merciful, to be precise intensely merciful and that too repeatedly emphasised. Strange ! Utterly strange ! Particularly because it came from him.

Was he unaware of the sufferings of the world, harshness of life and cruelties of men. Having spent his life in the desert, among the jahiliyah Arabs, rather impossible.

He was teaching a new perspective. In fact a revolutionary one in the philosophy of life. A new way of looking at our difficulties and pains. A lesson of acceptance and hope, with emphasis on the futility of blame. Like an artist inviting his fellow beings to have a glimpse of a deeper layer of beauty beneath the apparent ugliness of the world, he taught mankind to patiently look beyond so that pattern of harmony flashes before our eyes. It was not a consoling call. Indeed there was beauty beneath. Likewise the first verse of bismillah stands, a remnant pregnant with meaning, inviting us all to have a new look towards life.

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MURDERING FORMLESS TYRANTS

Ye! Guilt and disgrace
Formless tyrants
In the hands of the crooked
Thine are torturers wicked

Thy rely on traducers
Relish slanders of the envious
And like a sadist
Slit own kin's throat

Now look, see and behold
The great dragon from the lord
In the flip of its tail
Thy will shatter, with no avail

On the top of your tomb
Will a self be delivered
By the mighty womb
Conceived by the light of god.

mashoodkk

REFLECTIONS - Twinkle Twinkle little star .......

"Twinkle Twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are"

Frankly speaking, as a kid, about stars, I never did wonder.
And my teacher, poor though she was, knew only to despair...

Yet with 'Rain rain go away.....' ....Things were different.......

mashoodkk

JOURNEY TO HELL

Coveting eyes
Like little birds
In utter distraught
Yearning to fly apart

Frail and feeble legs
Walking loose, random steps

Mind floating in mid air
Of its own direction unaware

Tongue like a tail
Wagging all the while

Breath like a faulty string
In bizarre tone vibrating

See...My own kins betrayed me for thirty nickels
Now my soul tunnel, in some spooky pit, bottomless

Strange music of fear floating
Despair everywhere, penetrating

Disintegration....disintegration...disintegration...
Thus chanting the devils continuous, their hymn solemn......

PS:

In the hall of fear
In the middle of hell
I repent, I repent....
Alas! But no one to hear.

mashoodkk

FLIRTING WITH GOD - A PRAYER

Though my hands are burning
Heart aching and knees trembling
Oh! Wisdom of eternity
I will never part thee...

Oh lord!, thy gave thine friend
Strength to smile in fire, defiant
Or was it because he smiled
That thy made him thine friend

For not burning in hell
You demand a life in it; well
A bit wicked, aren't you
Yet praise to thee
The most gracious and most merciful
Thee thou thy worship
And Thee thou thy seek help.

mashoodkk

MIND OF AN ARTIST

A true artist is he whose mind when presented with a mixture of beauty and ugliness will have a predisposition towards the former, at the same time being blind and indifferent to the later. He gets absorbed in whatever he does with no conflicts blurring his mind. Never vexed by the arrow of time, like an ocean he takes everything that comes with elegant indifference. Simultaneously deep beneath he possess an ever aching heart, which is the spring point of his angst. In his realm co existence of opposites is a fact and do not imply a contradiction. The burning angst in its attempt to soothe itself gives birth to what we call art. It turns out as a breeze for all the receptive souls once again affirming that we are not as distinct from one another as we think.

mashoodkk

JOURNEY...........

God declared that men can choose between hell and heaven. Every one was excited and rushing.
Then He gave the condition "Road to hell will be through heaven and to heaven through hell".
A strange silence ensued.
Few feet refused to back track. They reached their destination.

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VALENTINE THOUGHTS

Could love for a person ever turn so deep, that her mere absence even for a while can be the cause of a psychological suffocation, or a fuming void..........

Who knows.....?

The epic stories akin to laila majnoon says 'yes'. Was it really so or were it merely the fantasies of the aching heart of a poet..............

Any way we would like to believe it really was........

Ain't we.......? ..........oh......yes !.......yes.......!

mashoodkk

PUBLIC CONFESSION

Public confession - for the egotism I harbours and all the ugliness which flowed from it. Thanks to Carl Jung for teaching me that it had its root in my inferiority complexes. I misperceived it for dignity and strength - a deep rooted ignorance. Incidentally I realise it was because of the same that I once thought Hitler to be stronger than Gandhi. I may not succeed fully in dropping it, but I will try hard in not nurturing it further. A friend of mine told that it helps in adding physical beauty too .... :) :) ...... I am not sure. But it definitely helps in laughing better, particularly at oneself. And I do not want to miss that laughter. Any one wanna join.....:) :) :).....:) :) :).........

mashoodkk

I SUBMIT

How ever tight I hold....
It is slipping away from me.....
Like a child for its mother
Like a flower to the dust

I submit

I forgot my roots
In my submission
Now I find my salvation

I submit.

I too had a youth
Even I set out for the heroic conquest
Only to find my self half dead
In the laps of my grand mother
She fed me with drops of wisdom
Helped me shed my ignorance
Weaknesses I misperceived for strength

mashoodkk

Bhaji's Turban and Amla's Beard

Stringent religious orthodoxy is not the problem...... Bhaji's turban and Amla's beard are harmless mobile exhibition of the rich cultural diversity humanity nurtured and possess. Its part of a collective treasure and a treat for the culturally sensitive eyes. The moment whispers begin and hatred starts fuming.....that is an alarm call. Insecurity and intolerance are on its way......like a disturbed mind seeking violence.........

mashoodkk

Non Serviam - Arrow from Within

Through the cataract societal eyes
I saw the gutters of the world

Entangled by shadows of falsehood
I wrestled with the neuroses of ours

Often in the early hours of dawn
I whimpered like a convalescent
In those half silent shivery utters
I heard the twin words 'non serviam'
Sharp and piercing was its edges
One day it hit mine eyes straight
I bled in yellow and spat in white

Blinded by arrows from within
I live in darkness of the world
With my inner light alone for help.

mashoodkk