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.

mashoodkk