Thursday, November 26, 2009

Searching for Virgins in Paradise

poor muslim
beggar woman
from the perdition
of her fate
none can save
born in captivity
a human slave
for self respect
dignity she does crave
to add to her shame
a few coins is what
they gave
the jehadis
kill bomb
on a rampage
a pin drop silence
no shock waves
the jehadis
searching
for virgins in paradise
while she searches
for her unmarked grave
a drop of a tear
on the soul of humanity
as a good Muslim
her oppressors
she forgave
even a coward
was gifted
with the soul
of the brave
as it lashes
the consciousness
wave after wave

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

The School Rickshah of Nakhas

chilly winter mornings
but never late for class
heavy traffic at akbari gate
but they all let him pass
the school rickshah of nakhas
memories solidified as pictures alas
lucknow is lucknow
cannot be recreated en masse
sadly it is no more what it was

to mr pc little a giant of a man..

In a State Where They Build Statues

shot in Lucknow

devastating the soul of humanity
the poor the down trodden
they abuse
politicians dead and alive with
the taxpayers money
build statues
the resident of this state
in Maharashtra
gets beaten black and blue
here it is sunni v/s shias
muslims v/s hindus
decadence of human life
no values no truce
politicians powers misuse
the common man from despair
even god cant rescue
man here treated
worse than a monkey
in a zoo
rahul gandhi
the new messiah of hope
they look up to
his humility
his strength
his virtue
faith
peace
progress
infuse
son of the soil
some good news

Fragmented Words of Pain

hidden from you eyes
is her face etched
in despair
no cosmetic surgery
will repair
wrinkles warts
no with you
she wont share
the ignominy
of her wretched
womanhood
she wont bare
she knows
heart to heart
you dont care
a photo blogger
brings to the shores
of your computer
pedestrian poetry
a new software
shot in Lucknow
could be shot elsewhere
nothing but fragmented
words as genius to declare

The Masked Warriors of Pain

shot at Lucknow near gufra map imambada

so much sorrow
no sorrow
like ghame hussain
on a battlefield of life
masked warriors of pain
from time memorial
fighting for freedom
from spiritually
dogmatic
male dominated
chains
the jehad for a better life
covered in blood stain
a religiosity of peace
hijacked
by a hateful campaign
brotherhood
gone down the drain
wa waila
sad wa waila
ya hussain

Another Brick In The Wall

shot at lucknow


near gufra map iimam bada
a deathly doom and pall
a muslim beggar woman
another brick in the wall
living her death
to the grave she will crawl
but unfortunately
gufra map cemetery is not
for beggars or common
people at all
rubbing shoulder to shoulder
the mighty and the tall
even those sacred souls
who once recited majlis
in this hall
on her hidden face
her future
that time as an epitaph
has scrawled
a few washed out
metal coins
like her washed out destiny
as her life's windfall
sepulchral sorrow
rise of her downfall

Muslim Women Wordless Poetry

shot at Lucknow

near gufra map
imambada she sits
the maulanas pass her by
as they rush for majlis
in their spiritual outfits
the poor muslim woman
at the mercy
of a compassionless
world is what hits
victims or just misfits
in a world run by bandits
a few coins on her face
they miserly spit
her fate as a born beggar
she cannot outwit

updated as a poem on 24 Nov 2009

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