to the queen of pain

to the queen of pain
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you are far too negative
life means unliving
forget and forgive
before you die
you must relive
dont just take
learn also to give


to the queen of pain
bood that trickles from the brain
when i slash my forehead
for hussain
a soul that weeps
a tear dropp
blood stain
you are still in your cradle
you dont know pain
being sane
being insane
untruthful it may sound
but times even truth to be truthful
has to feign

Iron in my Soul

Iron in my Soul
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rust to dust
encrust
libidinous longings
lipless lacklustreless lust
a perforated throat undying thirst
the bubble burst
if not ourselves
whom do we trust
for better or for worse
our shortcomings
of note in an
empty purse
a seminal drop of goodness
also a curse
the cradle
overshadowing a hearse

Iron in our Blood …Shia Souls

Iron in our Blood …Shia Souls
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indian parakeet

walks on embers of fire

fisticuffed barefeat

black clothes

my winding sheet

the winds

that beat my soul

ya hussain ya hussain

repeat

a whiff of karbala

in a pounding hearbeat

blood flowing

from my forehead

like a thought so sweet

inshallah

next moharram

at the Imams Roza

we will meet

a folder called

Yazidiyat

together we

will delete

a work without which

our mission

of hussainiyat

is not complete

ya ali ya ali

a victory cry

Iraqs Freedom

a drum beat

the imperialism

hegemony

of the oppressors

falling back in defeat

our shia angst

iron in our blood

flesh as concrete

Is this Freedom of Expression

Is this Freedom of Expression
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Mumbai bomb blast Mahim Station 11 th July 2006



Freedom of expression is fine

You don’t draw caricature s

Of the Holy Prophet and

Disrespect the Divine

Or Cartoons

on the sands of Karbala

in blood by shimr and yazid

was way out of line

a single Hussain

they could not outshine



Freedom of expression is fine

If I respect yours

and you respect mine

I don’t call you a pig

You don’t call me a swine

Man is mortal

Humanity

the most holiest Shrine



Freedom of expression is fine

But not bombs on human souls

No part of any godly design

Man to man

Through religious venom

Don’t malign

And lets live in peace

terror decline



helping each other

our human credentials define

a new hope for

our unborn children assign

freedom of expression is fine

if love and peace together combine

what is yours is also mine

a single world

good thoughts

good actions entwine



poem no 505

Israel is a Terrorist State

Israel is a Terrorist State
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Israel is a terrorist state

pretends to be David

sling shot hate

aircrafted armoured plate

as bombs that pound

a human fate ..

a new suicide bomber

every second you create

terrorism government

funded dictate

an old age trait

sit at a table dialogue and debate

an eye for an eye

terrorism wont abate

you can kill Palestinians

Hezbollah, Hamas,

but not the spirit

of a Palestine free state

political grammar

cause and effect recriminate

love and hate conjugate

a bait for

Arabian oilf fields

Israel thug bully,

American , Britain

powered

fuel for free

grab and get

on an empty

beggared plate

Imperialistic Hegemony

procreate

live and let live

the power of people

don’t desecrate

your youth disillusioned

in manali goa pushkar

their fate smoke and sedate

bhagwad gita, dalai lama

a new soul mate

a solitatary sabra

a lost tribe in India

in a north eastern state

It Is Difficult To Know What To Say

It Is Difficult To Know What To Say
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It Is Difficult To Know What To Say

No.

Please dont say.

An epic in real life

corrupted DVDs that dont play.

I am emotionally bankrupt

I had to move away.

Liquidated tears..

nothing , nothing to give away.

I wont ever come in your way.

Humanly hope inhumanly pray.

I am bald ..so hair wont turn grey.

A child I am, love is childs play.

Adults get married have children and stray.

I will love you forever ..just die for today.

Yes babes,

Its difficult to know what to say.

Your silence an arrow..

My deer heart it will slay.

Meet, tenderloin .

You dont have to pay.


One day perhaps you will learn
What to say..
And I from your world
Would have gone far away.


This is old poetry old picture , the chair is still there after almost 20 months emotionless , at Waroda Road Bandra close to Jeff Caterers .
It mocks me saying you cant take anything away from me

its Better to be Saif than to be Sorry

its Better to be Saif than to be Sorry
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saif from the age of 8 wanted to marry
a thought at his age quite contrary..

now also his granma
his aunts
in lucknow are looking out
for a mate
arranged marriage
is part of his fate
samiya will endorse
the chioce
i hope its not too late
saif who dearly loves me
but hates me for my poor taste
my bare feet walk post haste
he got rid of my dread locks
distate he did underrate
diana my dreadlock lady
he called her Dayan..
many a times he did
with his venom bait..
saif has never been in love
has never had a date
whom he marries
will be his soulmate..
this is the upbringing
of his mother
i update.

saif is my 24 old son..
poem no 965