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Moin You Live in my Heart


You gave us reasons to laugh
You made us crack a smile
Amidst those glaring miseries
You made ’em blur for a whille.

Bitter truths of our life’s stream
Appeared as sweet as dreams.
With your being, life looked so bright
Your passing, has taken away that light.

Moin, who says that you have gone away
Your humor shall reign till the very last day.
You have left us– melancholic and pensive
But Moin, in our hearts, you will forever live.

Humility, that we found in you, as friends
Shall be a true guide in all our future errands.
Your simplicity spoke volumes of your being
And those reminders that Lord above was seeing.

Am grateful to God, that to humanity you were sent.
Moin, its very hard to part with you, my dear friend.
I know you will forever live, you can never die
Oh! Moin the angel, its so hard to bid you GOOD BYE
:’-(

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Art, CULTURE, General, MY POETRY, My world, Personal, Poetry, Social Issues

PakAmrika Drama


Mullen ne thi yaad dilai
ISI ko uski woh bewafai
Jo CIA ko hargiz na bhai
Phir CIA-ISI dosti dagmagai

Mullen ko jo itna ghussa aya
Usne Kiyani ko saaf saaf sunaya
Phir Tension tension ka saaya
Hae, PakAmrika ishq pe mandraya

Mansooba bana ke ek uncha
Pasha jo Amreeka pahuncha
Uski 17th rank ne kam dikhaya
Drones khilone le ke wapas aya

Haqqani ne phir kiya ye zikr
Na kare koi pakamrika ki fikr
Duniya ka kya hai woh kehti rahegi
Pak Amrika mohabbat to barti rahegi

Category:

MY POETRY, Personal, Politics, Social Issues

Mukhtara, We Cry too.


Justice…
First delay
And then deny.

Mukhtara…
With you
We all shall cry.

Hope…
Gets buried
Beneath the verdict.

Courage…
To fight
No power can restrict.

Evidence…
Is that all
You insist to know?

Conscience…
My dear
Where did it go?

Enraged…
We stand
Untill we see.

Punishment…
To the rapists
Whoever they be.

Category:

MY POETRY, Pakistan, Politics, RELIGION, Social Issues, Women

Oh! the Souls of the Subcontinent


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Oh! the souls of the subcontinent,
Let for amity be our energies spent.

Aren’t we neighbours? Shall be forever,
Let being friends be our real endeavour.

How can the love our hearts not seal?
How can the vibes our minds not feel?

It’s not just the past, we both share
Also the culture and faith that we so care

How can my eyes and yours deny,
Shared treasures, that make us sigh!

Himalayas on our heads so stand,
Lofty mountains guarding our land.

The twists and turns in Indus river,
Who’s ancient stories make us shiver.

Enchanting Thar and its golden sands,
Weave beauty in each of its strands.

And then the grand Arabian Sea,
That enthrals both you and me.

How could we now live apart,
We’ve been one, from the start

Oh! those lines on our lands sketched,
Let they not, on our hearts be etched.

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Note: An FB friend Rashmi Talwar made ammendment in the last verses with magic words. How could I not accept her suggestion:

How could we now live apart,
We’ve been one, from the ‘very’ start

Oh! those lines on our lands sketched,
Let they not, on our hearts ‘forever’ be etched.


Category:

India, Indo-Pak, MY POETRY, Pakistan, Peace, Personal, Poetry, Politics, Social Issues

Nature


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Lofty mountains, reaching the sky
Magnanimous allure,gives a sigh!
Angry geysers vent out steam
Gayful falls dive into the streams

Deep woods, a splendid green
Hauntingly quiet, utterly serene
Butterflies resting in floral laps
Insects whining in Venus fly-traps

Bountiful waves washing ashore
Naughty, playful, screaming a roar
Kissing the sands with frothy jabs
Carrying along snails and crabs.

Category:

Earth, MY POETRY, Personal, Poetry

Just Memories


The grains of time flow
Thro’  the hourglass
Over to the other side
The past sieves through
Out of sight, buried
Beneath the sand of memories.

As I retain not the past
I reminisce not the pain
I revere just their memories.
I miss not the thrills
I frown not at follies
I cherish just their memories.

I preserve not the laughter,
I foster not the agony,
I treasure just their  memories.
I cling not to excitements
I clasp not to regrets
I embrace just their memories.

I nourish not the bitterness
I nurture not the anger
I gather just their memories.
I etch not the differences
I engrave not the grudges
I enshrine just their memories
Time flies, swift and smooth
Seasons change, winds blow
Drifting away, like parachutes
Of the seeds of dandelion.
But all, we can hold onto
Are their stalks,
Of remnant memories.

Yes, just the great memories.

Category:

General, MY POETRY, Poetry

Which Color Am I ?


An FB friend Susan Marie presented to me this above pic. And it was really hard to choose which color should I be. Once again my imagination started to run wild and high. And the result were the following words….

Which color am I?

Oh! If I was color red
I would be a rose
Or even a valentine heart
that lives so close
to every loving heart.
Or maybe a coral
Standing in oceans deep
Eversince life took a leap.

Maybe I was green
So live and so living
so refreshing, so giving
Like a new leaf of spring.
Or innocent grasshoppers
That never ever sting.

What if I was a blue
With all it’s shades and hues
So vast as the sky
where birds of imagination fly
So wild and so high.
Or even a sapphire in a ring
Seeing who’s beauty, all would sigh!

I think I would be an orange.
So ‘hot’ and bright
Like the rays of sunlight.
Key to ‘life’ that holds
Or maybe a garland of marigold
With flowers fresh and pure
Making God’s haute couture.

And if I was a yellow
Of the tiny, soft , cuddly chick
Chi chiing, with dozen other fellows.
Or maybe a Topaz stone that sticks
Into a ring, with it’s beauty revealed.
I could even be an endless mustard field.

Wow! I sure should be purple
And violets being my grandeur and glory
With poets wishing to tell my splendid story
Or maybe I was from the Amethyst stock
With other jealous gems turning into a rock.
And I could even be a purple Iris flower
Standing high in a pot, like a proud star.

Yes I think I should be a rainbow
Made up of colors all ‘the noble seven’.
Colors lined up so immaculately in a row.
Stretching from horizon upto the Heaven
And then they all so neatly, mix within me
Standing for PEACE, they turn into a white
Bundled together, as UNITED they would be.
Erasing all the differences, great or slight.

P.S. Thank you again Sue for inciting me to write this 🙂

Category:

Art, General, MY POETRY, Poetry

Let’s Riot with Colors


 

I seriously think
we should develop
bombs from crayons
That blast into smilieys
as our next weapon-
of mass ‘construction’.

A color bomb,
a beauty bomb.
Launched from –
a happiness jet
or a unity drone,
as a peace missile.

And each time
a conflict erupts
we would drop one.
It would explode
high in the air
with a bang of hope
and send hundreds
or thousands,
even millions,
of  smileys.

Raining down on earth
with splashes of colorful
smiles, smiles, just smiles
rioting up in the air.

And we wouldn’t go cheap,
not little boxes of eight.
Boxes of sixty-four,
maybe hundreds
even million crayons
of colors, colors, just  colors
to smudge the smiley smiles
With silver and gold and copper,
magenta and peach and lime,
amber and umber and all the rest,
Colors of love, love, just  love.

Reaching down on earth
with colourful stunning smiles.
And people will cheer
laugh, giggle, go hysterical.
Get funny looks on  faces
the teary eyes shall twinkle.
With hopes embedded in dimples,
Peace sparkling from their teeth
And all that one will see
as far as eyes can reach
Is bliss, bliss, and just bliss.

Soft  in the background
there would  be an orchestra
playing a symphony
The musical notes
wrecking havoc
of peace and harmony
spilling magic in the air.

The beaming smilieys,
shall rock and roll
With hands in hand,
They’ll dance, dance, dance
in ecstasy insane.
All through the dark night
Until the dawn of ‘sanity’
awakens this asinine,
‘sleeping’ mankind.

( Inspired  by colors & smiles stolen from Holi, & from a quote by Robert Fulghum, with some words taken from it).

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Category:

Art, General, India, International, MY POETRY, Pakistan, Peace, Social Issues

Why should I be Behind the Veil?


I look at myself and feel so depressed,
For it isn’t Divine Law that got me so dressed.

But the psyche of men who like me oppressed,
And love to see my potential confined and repressed.

What’s so offending and outrageous about my face?
That mandates it to cover and hide all its grace.

I doubt it is to seek Allah’s goodwill and pleasure,
It’s him thinking that I am his personal treasure.

They say for men and women, equality shall prevail
Then why, he sails free, while I hide behind the veil?

Is it the hiding that makes me so safe and secure?
True safety comes from my inner strength, for sure.

It isn’t my face that makes me unsafe and assailable
But his mindset, that as an object, I am available.

It isn’t bound on me to hide behind black curtain,
It’s his attitude, that needs a change, for certain.

No, it’s not me who needs a cover to stay faceless,
But his ego and chauvinism, that truly need a redress.

Note:The most authentic ruling according to the majority of Islamic scholars is that face veil( niqaab) is not necessary and, unlike the head cover( hijab), there is no sin if it is not worn.
Al Azhar University, Egypt’s highest Muslim authority, Sheikh Mohamed Tantawi, has said :
“The niqab is a tradition, it has no connection with religion.”

Category:

Islam, MY POETRY, Personal, RELIGION, Social Issues, Women

Khoobsurat


Gehri hain woh aankhein
Dukhi ke dil mein jo jhankein

Meethi hai woh muskaan
Hamdardi ki bane jo pehchaan

Sureeli hain woh baatein
Ghareeb ki fikr ko jo battein

Haseen hain woh haath
Musibat mein jo dein door tak saath

Khush shakl hai woh chehra
Adl-o-insaaf ka dost ho jo gehra.

Bemisaal hain woh ehsaas
Zaalim ke dushman hon jo khaas.

Khoobsurat hai woh insaan
Insaaniyat ho jis ka eemaan.

Oopri rang roop bemaani hai
Husn e sulook ka na koi saani hai.

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Instrumental Music, Music, MY POETRY, Personal, Social Issues, Uncategorized