Spiritual thoughts
Hibernating in his dream
Of the Holy Saint Makhdoom Shah Baba
Of Mahim
Like a shaft of light
Through Sunbeam
Corrugated wrinkled
Sleep …
His soul aligned
Words wordless as they seem
dedicated to howlin dervish
When life
Comes to a standstill
A massive breakdown
All hopes aspirations
A total let down
Meaningless moments
Reverberating face down
A single burning thought
What goes up must come down
Before the story of life shut down
Chaotic clouds of hatredness
bigotry in my home town
a singular crackdown
me my blogs all burned down
Clogged up poetry of a cybernetic clown
I will not share my Shiasm publicly
I maintain my inherent Hussainiyat
But from the podium
myopic mindlessness I step-down
An everlasting thought melt down
No Shia cemetery for this body bruised and brown
My body parts all of me pledged to Medicine
My new countdown.
Plain simple humanity and thorns as crown
Thoughtless, depraved humans
Drug addicts on Mahim beach
Trying hard to cling to a reality
Beyond their reach
Life has halted like a brakeless bus
Ear drums bursting screech
Guttural sounds for speech
Bloodsucking society through a breech
Bloated monstrosity encapsulated as leech
Stalking shadows lurk as he sleeps
Serpentine slithering on his tormented soul creep
On sand dunes of sorrows man as he weeps
Dreams turned to nightmares second hand cheap
He forgot to look before the giant leap
Now he is blogged in deep shit deep
Times of India Feb 20 2007
Headlines Attack on Samjhautha
Midnight blasts in Train to Pakistan.
Kill 67 Lashkar hand suspected
Tragedy of Panipat no less
Peace and a peace process
God is willing but man won’t bless
Bomb blast on the Delhi Lahore Samjhauta Express
Terrorism tearing humanity once again in an Islamic dress
India and Pakistan a game of political chess
How can you have peace when hearts of both nations in a mess
Feelings emotions guilt under duress
“India-Pak peace talks will remain on track “says the Indian press
Whose hand it is you don’t need to guess.
Will we after the Partition ever as humans’ progress
Cross border terrorism a cancerous abscess
Soft pedal pushing won’t bring no success
Each time our sovereignty by hoodlums transgressed
A thought mileage seeking politicians suppress.
Picture of the serial train bomb blast I shot in Mumbai 7/11 at Mahim station
God gave me a tongue
Well endowed well hung
Gets me into trouble
When I open my mouth
Words that scream out
Unsung ..
Whiplashed
On a cow dung
Not getting older
Just young
A leak my boat
Has sprung
Hung upside down
Unstrung
Sensitized surrealism of a kind
Dead childhood like driftwood bind
Tattered Souls in frail bodies enshrined
Society sodomized sensation less
Should not mind..
Pedestrian thoughts purloined
Turner Road Traffic kids
Color blind..Frontal nudity..
Toddlers learning to walk from behind
As voyeuristic views from a car window unwind
A touch, a feel, a pat, a few coins
back to the humdrum and the grind
pocket less platitudes unlined
beggary art of playing on peoples
base emotions redefined..
sweeping green red orange lights
that this wretched community confined
nothing but remorse more remorse combined
child labor nothing else outlined
puppets on a string held entwined
by the beggar mafia
is all that you find.
a sucked up orange a rotting rind,,
hell hath no fury …
a thoughtless thought divined
little prepubescent girls
mocked and maligned
children of a lesser god
these children showcasing the
worst of mankind ..
selling copies of Midday in the hot sun unkind
Ash and Abhishek Bachchan headlined
Titillating thoughts spellbind
My blog will live forever, unless I delete it
The newspaper to the Raddi confined.
Bloggers park not to mainstream media assigned
Sartorial wordy poem designed
By Firoze Shakir Blogger no1 inclined
Photographerno1… bad grammar
Spelling mistakes galore
Ever moonshined
Among top 500 poets
A streak of poetic intelligence
Determined
Ps
An English racist poet highly concerned
About the sanctity of English poetry
Raped mutilated as it unwinds ….
Disemboweling his hate for brown skinned poets
On austere words of warning he reminds
Write in your own language
Or lose your multicolored mind..
