Samiyas Pain, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. now i know what it means to be a father a pain outpour a darkness that has robbed a glow samiyas illness taught me so a condition that gets bad as each day goes her smile .her laughter her moods high and low a freakazoid father feels therefore a family’s heart that has gone sore pray to god that it will soon blow go where ever it has to go.. my wife the anchor more solid metallic steel as our core as each turbulent wave after wave hits our door we bow to his bounty stranded on an inhospitable shore to reach home safely we beg implore.. samiyas pain pains us more we look now for a hope beyond the seashore
Tuhi hamari aankh ka tara rahe Tera hi chera sada pyare rahe Tuhi hi hamari zindagi ki aas hey Tuh he toh sab cheez hamare paas hai Tuh he hamari zindagi ki pyaas hai Tuhi hamari zindagi ki saas hai Teri zindagi khuda ke haath hai Hum sab ki duaein tere sath hain Tuh jaldi se theek ho ja khuda se faryaad hai Tuhi hamari zindagi ki muskrahat hai Tere aansu mein ham samaye hain.. Tere dard mein chipi hamari aahen hain Samiya tuh hamari jaan hain.. Khuda ki amanat tuh hamri shaan hai Tuh hamare ghar aaie wo uska ehsaan hai Tere siskiyon mein teri taakat ki pehchaan hai Tuhi hamari aank ka tara rahe Tuhi hamare budhape ke sahara rahe
the mind and the soul they always link poets write dont need to think words are excuse always jinxed
YES LIFE LIVING IT HURTS SEMINAL DOUBTS THAT SPLURT SARTORIAL STUPIDITY MAN IN TROUSER AND SHIRT WOMAN IN A BLOUSE AND SKIRT IF WE LIVED NAKED ALL OUR PROBLEMS WOULD HAVE BEEN SOLVED MAN TO NATURE BACK TO NATURE EVOLVED
YOONUS GET WELLL SOON
CORAMANDEL CALLING SILENT SONGS I HEAR THE TUNE A CLAIRE DE LA LUNE YOONUS GET WELL SOON REVERT WITH POETIC FORTUNE
Indian Turbaned Urban Cowboy Loved by The Naga Sadhus Shias Sufis Eunuchs Beggars Hedonistic Hoi Polloi. Mischanced entrapment A distempered Blog as a decoy. A Muse that whip lashes The soul of this Blogger Photographer Poet Designer Indian turbaned Urban Cowboy.
A Blog Goddess American Helen of Troy A Blog a Trojan horse So many poems I deploy Myth I could not destroy. Words the cutting edge To her silence Her silence will enjoy.
my picture shot by Samiya my daughter ..365th poem
Oops !Yes We do Curse Yazid, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. if you want too see my picture if you are blind than see it with you inner eyes as man to man I do plead yes as shias we do bleed our drops every single one cursing lanatullah yazid accursed despot no caste color but hate as creed No not a Muslim simple greed his war of vengeance against Hussain there was no need a monster of a man product of a poison of a serpent seed
Yazid Ibn Muawiyah Ibn Abu Sufyan (July 23, 645 - 683) (Arabic: يزيد بن معاوية بن أبي سفيان) was the second Caliph of the Umayyad dynasty. His mother Maysun, was Christian. He ruled from CE 680 to 683. He is also notable as an object of Shi'a Muslim animosity; they reject his legitimacy and condemn his role in the Battle of Karbala which resulted in the death of Husayn ibn Ali. Accession to the caliphate The issue of succession to the caliphate had proved divisive in the past (see Succes…
to blog or not to blog to be or not to be two pillars pathos poetry held between time space eternity man born in captivity enslaved to cosmic corroded chains never free begs grovels god refuses to hear his plea deleted doomed a trembling door sodomized by a rusty key what you see is an illusion mind over matter disjointedly