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