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

SHAKING THE DIVINE REALM

Deep within the depth of darkness
Far beneath the voice of masses
The infant in distress cries and howls
Helplessly striving at dismantling deadlocks
To have a glimpse of the morning sun
To feel the freshness of free air

The wall is vaguely transparent
And thick like a foggy glass
Though rays can penetrate
Yet difficult to breakthrough

The struggle shook the divine realm
The merciful lord ordained " Lo ! Teach him
The lessons of Shawshank Redemption"

mashoodkk

Anxiety about Reality

If it is part of reality, in the sense that it has a significance beyond the personal, we don't have to be anxious of loosing sight of it. We will confront it again and again in one form or the other, in one corner or a different. Benefit of doubt is an insult to truth. By virtue of its characteristics, the best thing it deserves is negation, so that ultimately we realise its concreteness.

mashoodkk

MISTAKES

Mistakes connote the spirit of experimentation, in spite of the probability existing for failures and personal setbacks, despite of experiencing them. It has little to do with being dumb, scared and erring there by. It is a way of life, where life is an experiment - experiment with truth or falsehood, as one wishes, all at one's own risk.

mashoodkk

Waiting for Rebirth

I saw myself
Through eyes of others

I became blind
And cursed darkness

Soaked in tears
I melted to death

Dead, relieved
Sat waiting for my rebirth

mashoodkk