Friday, February 25, 2011
MURDERING FORMLESS TYRANTS
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 .......
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
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
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
Friday, February 18, 2011
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
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
JOURNEY...........
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.
mashoodkk
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Monday, February 14, 2011
VALENTINE THOUGHTS
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
Friday, February 11, 2011
PUBLIC CONFESSION
mashoodkk