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O Bhai Nehra


O’ bhai Ashish Nehra
Tou to bara bewafa thehra

Aakhri over mein lagwa ke chakka
Laga diya India ko haar ka dhakka

Agar ye tamasha phir se dohrayega
To phir tou bhi Kamran ban jayega

Kamran jo bana to bahut pachtayega
Ye Pakistan nahin jo team mein tika reh jayega

Agar ayaa Dhoni bhai ko jalaal
Ek jhatke mein dega team se nikaal

Sachin ne to thee bus jeetne ki thaani
Bechare ki mehnat pe toune pher diya pani.

Agar izzat pyari hai to khelna sambhal ke bhaijan
Warna tou bhi kehlayega Kamran Kamran Kamran.

Category:

Cricket, Humour, India, MY POETRY

BEWAFA LEHREIN


Kya ranj tha jo itni tabahi macha gaeen
Ayeen azab ban ke hila kar chalee gaeen

Kehne ko woh lehrein thein, magar thein woh bewafa,
Zameen ki har ek shayy ko dubo kar chali gaeen

Itna mujhe bata ayy meri Maa jaisi tou zameen
Woh kaun thein jo mere chaman ko ujare chali gaeen

Kya gham tha jo apne hi gulon ko kiya udaas
Aisa bhi kya qahr ke sabko rula kar chali gaeen

Kya maloom na tha hai insaan kis qadr zaeef
Ayeen aur aa ke dil ko dukha kar chali gaeen

Kya khata thi jo dee khalq-e- Khuda ko ye saza
Ayeen aur aa ke sab kuch mita kar chali gaeen

Kya ranj tha jo itni tabahi macha gaeen
Ayeen azab ban ke hila kar chali gaeen

P.S.The least I can do to express my solidarity with the people in Japan and the Pacific who have been affected by the recent Tsunami.

*A parody inspired by and based  on  a poetry by Hasrat Jaipuri.

Category:

International, MY POETRY, Social Issues

YOU ADORABLE RASGULLAH


Ever seen a human reincarnation of a ‘rasgullah’?

Here it is:

Sweeter than the sweetest honey
Softer than the softest bunny
Juicier than the juiciest fruit
Ever saw a rasgullah so very cute?

Lucky are the kins of an awesome treasure
Who spills just joy beyond any measure
With drenching drooling, the melodious cooing
The resonant ga ga, the symphonic goo gooing

Oh, such rolly, polly, bouncy little guy
The snugly charm that makes you sigh
Those screams and wails of a naughty lil’   boy
Ah, you infinitely charming,  you bundle of joy.

MASHAALLAH!

Category:

MY POETRY, Personal

O’ MY DEAR KAMRAN


O’ my dear Kamran

Each match, each over, each bowl
I want you to catch me
I want you to hold me
I even want you to hug me.
O’ you adorable Kamran

Each time I come near you,
You don’t even stop me
You don’t even look at me
You don’t even attend to me
O’ you hearltess Kamran

Each time I bounce on you
You just push me away
You just look the other way
You just fall the wrong way
O’ you clumsy Kamran

How long will this go on, O’ Kamran?
Will a bowl come when you will stop me from a ‘four’ ?
Will an over come when you will catch me for an ‘out’ ?
Will a match come when you will bail me off for a ‘stump’?
O’ you lazy Kamran.

Forever yours,

With love,

The Poor Ball.

Category:

Cricket, Humour, MY POETRY, Pakistan

I AM HALF YOUR WORLD


WAITING TO REALIZE HER POTENTIAL

I am half your world

I am a Goddess
A bearer of your continuity
An embodiment of sacrifice
A symbol of love and compassion

I am a mother
A mirror of your emotions
An answer to your worries
An umbilical cord of your needs

I am a wife
A torchbearer of your love
A pinch of spice in your life
A house keeper of your heart

I am a friend
A keeper of your secrets
A shoulder for your cries
A cool breeze in your life

I am a sister
A receiving end of your pranks
A quarrelsome and doting pal
A buddy who annoys yet cares.

I am a daughter
A bundle of your joy
A twinkle of your eyes
A reason for your smiles

I am a daughter, a sister and a friend

Yet you,
Strangulate me in the womb
Mourn me on my birth
Feed me  on leftovers
Raise me up as a burden
Exclude me from  inheritance

I am a wife, a mother and a Goddess:

Yet you ,
Objectify my body and my spirits
Clip my wings and my freedom
Burn my face and my dreams
Rape me and my ambitions
Kill me and my aspirations.

And yet, so I remain
Half  your world.

No, not the better half,
I am the ailing half,
The crying half
The other half.

IlmanaFasih

March 8, 2011

PS:  Special thanks to Fatima for teaching me the nuances of drawing a face.

Category:

Art, CULTURE, MY POETRY, Social Issues, Women

Welcome to the LAND OF THE PURE


2 March 2011, I wake up to this news:

“The shooting to death of Pakistani Minorities Minister Shahbaz Bhatti has once again raised questions about the country’s controversial blasphemy laws. Mr Bhatti – a Christian – was one of the country’s diminishing number of influential liberals prepared to speak out against the laws. They carry the death sentence for anyone who insults Islam, and critics say they have been used to persecute minority faiths.”

And it enrages me to say this:

 

Where light goes out and darkness infests
Where hatred and bigotry thrive at their best

Where hopes tumble and fear gnaws
Where barbarism rises to open its claws

Where breath constricts and throats it chokes
Where revered are satans in beards and cloaks

Where few minds shake and few souls moan
Where majority beings bear hearts of stone

Where guns are toys and innocent blood flows
Where sane die, mad thrive, as insanity grows

Where ‘secular’ ‘minorities’ are words of shame
Welcome, my friend ‘Land of the Pure’ is my name.

Category:

MY POETRY, Pakistan, Politics, RELIGION

KYOONKE HUM ZINDA QAUM HAIN


Bombs and bombs
One after the other
We still have mehndis with
Drumbeats and dandiyas.

Floods and floods
Wherever you saw
We still had iftaars
Table full and elaborate.

Destruction and demolition
Of homes and schools
We still rennovate homes
With Italian marbles and tiles.

Misery and poverty
From your door till mine
We still change wardrobes
With every changing season.

Hunger and malnutrion
As far your eyes can see
We still have overbooked tables
In buffets and gourmet restaurants.

Depression and despondency
In every household one knows
We still blowoff our tops on
Valentines Day celebrations.

Ask Why?
Kyonke, hum zinda qaum hain.
Jee haan, hum zinda qaum hain.

Category:

MY POETRY, Pakistan, Poetry, Politics, Social Issues

WE THE GREAT PPLZ.


Yeah!
After Raymond Davis
Come one  come all
Toms, Dicks, Harries
Sheelas, Veenas, Munnis
Come  come  come
Come and perform
Pakistan is a  stage
We are a great Qaum
Of spectators only
We will watch surely
Your antics closely
Will  boo oo  a   lot
And cheer somewhat
Then again we will go
Back to a deep sleep
Yupp,   deep indeed.
Coming on to streets?
Ugh!  Not  f or   us !
It suits   so  much
Those frickin Egyptians
And the silly Tunisians
Ehh, those  chotey log.

HAPPY SLEEPING !

Category:

MY POETRY, Pakistan, Poetry, Politics

Be more anomalous, I yearn


In this world so chaotic
So intolerant, so fanatic
To opinions divergent
To expressions deviant
That my mind churns
And into words it turns
Makes many a eyes burn
And some big heads turn
But, all for my tenacity
I budge not from veracity
As more rendition I learn
Be more anomalous, I yearn

Category:

MY POETRY, Personal

LIFE AND DEATH


Life is tough, death so easy

Life is suffocating, death so breezy.

Life is ugly, death such a beauty.

Life is  unrewarding, death so fruity

Life is chaotic, death so peaceful.

Life is so shabby, death so graceful.

Life is turbulent , death such tranquility.

Life is complex, death depicts simplicity.

 

Category:

General, MY POETRY, Personal, Poetry