lines of faith
as they bleed and cry
yes its our imam
for whom we live and for whom we die
from here to karbala
in every heart and every eye
lanat on yazid
and the killers of Imam Hussain
reverbrates upwards
to allah in the sky
hussainiyat
held beyond a sigh
a just god
a human god
a god of all colors
that we heed
in his godliness
through different
scriptures that we read
we his creations
from a single seed
beyond man made custom
color or creed
hate love evil
its we who breed
with our selfishness base nature
and our greed
our actions and
our misdeeds
yet its we who invoke
his name in all our needs
like different color stones
kissing each other
in prayer beads
ppc who digitalised this picture
different hues
that human love inbreeds
dedicated to ppc who has morphed Marziya and Grand fathers picture with Goddess Durga.. The primal force
into the cobwebbed
dark recesses of your
darkened soul he peeps
cursing the travesty of his gender
a mockery of his androgynous angst
he weeps
from one tangible hurting moment
to another more hurting emotion
he leaps ..dark shadows
of his human betrayal
on his karmic silence creep
the hijda never sleeps
unsown pain as painful
pleasure he reaps
Marziya Shakir
Round the Clock
looks at her grand fathers world
takes stock in the silence
of her childlike speech she talks
yes she surely
on the firmament of our soul rocks
a new meaning of hope and happiness
unlocks
Marziya Shakir
new kid on the block
I recieved this picture as an Email attachment a part of a New Years Greeting..
So this is not my picture..but it has a thought ...a very poetic one .
to drink or no to drink
in a world where people
are in a stupor drunkedness
of power politics
some to the level
of a swine in the gutter sink
glasses of victorious
champagne as they clink
drink drink drink
man and
booze an ancestral link
retchings rumblings
accompanied by a fulsome stink
thoughts afloat on a blotting ink
