roshni dhoob gayi
suraj pasine se dhala
tadap rahi thi karbo bala
islam ke dhad ko bacha
raha tha shae ka gala
sad wa waila
sad wa waila
khoon main litpit
karbo bala
lashon pe lashe
karbo bala
sad wa waila
sad wa waila
bewaqt jhuka
lekin waqt na jhuka saki karbo bala
sad wa waila
sad wa waila
aane wali yazidiyat ko yad dilye
karbo bala
hussainiyat main samayi
kabo bala
shahe mazloom ka hai yeh gala
sad wa waila
sad wa waila
enemies of shiasm
wonder the defiance
in our kids
bleeding eyes
truth love
of a imamrainbow of ahle bait
in the skies
the euphrates in eyelids
never dries
a childcalled karbalaiee
moulaiee
tempered steel
protective armour
a human skull
that pays tributeto a shia samurai
the curses of the wahhabi
the salafi the
nasbileft high and dry
allah ho akbar
dare khaibar
ki yaad aati hai ladie
haider e karar ka alam
abbas moulah akka hussain
ka sipahi
kahan milega aisa
bhai
bibi zainab ki rida
maindekhi islam ki parchaiee
ya elahi
blood shed
for hussain ibn ali
a matam
a testimony
of our
shia faith
allah
through
the invocation
of ahle baith
monochromatic melodies
of time gone by
rhapsodic ruminations
that let out a sigh
miserable moments
under a blue sky
cry my beloved khada parsi
outlive but dont die
you our heritage
we callously deny
you a chimney sweep
dust heat and soot
spires of a church nearby
a bridge on a vehicular river why
the resilence the spirit of mee mumbaikar
you indomitably personify
your presence our presence beautify
time tide bad tidings you defy
to this vibrant cities
ups and downs you testify
beneath your legs
the space they occupy
they piss , defecate they fornicate
their brood multiply a clothesline on the sly
a cradle holding a lullaby
above standing tall
sheth cutsetjee manockjee 1763-1845 mummify
parsi philanthrophist
that the parsi community has no time to deify
trust in god and be not daunted
mere words that his hardships horrify
tears as rain drops liquefy
pigeon shit on his head misery
underlie
khada parsi I shall always shootyou
each time in a cab on the bridge
I pass by it is with you dear bawaji
that my parsi friends
keith kanga rayomand framrozeI identify
firoze shakir
from this world into the next world
we will pass tears for bibi fatima
beneath the shadow of
alam abbasoops taqqaiya allah ho akbar
we bypass dont
throw stones you live in a cybernetic
world made of glasswe cut our bodies
scourge bleed mind outpacing masswe dont lob grenades maim ,
decapitate or
other communities harasson other peoples privacy of thought we dont tresspass
so let us do what we do stop behaving like a jackassyes it is hussainiyat
that
as wealth of our spirituality we amassdid it not spread eagle yazidiyat
a
momentary abberation so crasswith our curses on the enemies of janabe fatima
we
will surpass it is not just a sectarian difference its an
ideology impasse
the chant of ya hussain
we self flagellate
allah ho akbar
our pain on their consciousness
cut and paste
we the path of hussainiyat
embraced
they call our matam in poor taste
why do we our blood waste?
saying it is shikr bidat based
they who place bombs on trains
they who lob grenades
in mosques bomb mandirs and trains
to achieve a martyrdom misplaced
killing maiming decapitating
the true colors of Islam defaced
with their cowardly acts
an entire community disgraced
muslims killing muslims
a thought surfaced
in sheer human distaste
sweeping shadows on the sand
choreographed misery of falling in love
with a blog goddess
a mythological cybernetic
apparitionliving in wonderland
me at her beck and command
haughty , arrogant intimidating wordpowered fiesty firebrand
she takes my words out of context reasons I failto understand
yes recylced emotionsmy flippant feelings on the block secondhand
man is an island woman a mirageof a receeding mainland
dashed on her shores my tryst with destinymy testicular fortitude shedding
tears unpreplanned a blogger a love the last stand far away a misty hanky
a waving unbraving ladies hand
it is humanto be human feel the agoniesof an unclaimed fairyland
my dreams touching heavens my feet sinking in earthy quicksand
on my multi colored posterior made in india a home made brand thirsting for
lovein a foreign land
that she wasonly cock teasing me this she never told me
beforehandAmerican women a script
more confusing than mere shorthand
monochromatic grief
colorless tears of
pain millions of moments choked on the monitor of
the brain unwashable
memoriesthat my conscience stainnostalgic disdain
stranded at the station
missing the last train everyday is ashura
karbala a spiritual domain
he gave his head not his hand lost his
loved onesdid not
complain saved Islam from Islam a single name Humane
Shah Ast Hussain
singlehandedly stopped the Yazidi hurricane Yazidiyat
lay trampled and
slain Verily Badshah ast Hussain Hussainiyat a light
of hope through the
windowpane Haqqe bina lahe laha Ast Hussain a noble
thought present day jehadis
wont entertain rafidi shias their one and
only unending migraine their
bullets their bombs their suicide bombers
the cry of Ya Hussain cannot
restrain in a you tube no al farsi dare
explain shia sunni oops muslims
love killing muslims allah ho akbar a
thought I maintain some net savvy gents
who distort it to a thought more
profane promoting sectarian violence in
the name of Allah their thought
contain
