Sunday, November 22, 2009

The Hijda Misgivings

a streak of sadness
corrugated crumpled wings
in silence the hijda sings
her fate no happiness brings
life that has robbed
her of all good things
her past
those unforgettable
hijda flings
oh karma
where is thy sting..
married
to lord iravan
searching
for the wedding ring
the hijra
queen and king

Muslims Are Indians Too

when disaster strikes
it sees no difference
whether you are
a Christian or Hindu
Muslims are Indians too
under the umbrella
of a tricolor
lovers of Allah Jesus
Buddha and Vishnu
mutual coexistence
on a cultural menu
fighting terrorists
fighting a corrupt system
beating the shit
out of swine flu
on the soul of our
deprivation
the politician
builds another
statue

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Dont Poetize My Pain .. Please

you have
breached
the doors
of my
womanly
shame
you mock
you tease
dont poetize
my pain please
from this
life of misery
only god
can give me
release
a breath
that will cease
a residue
on the palm
of nature
that death
will freeze
breaking
open
the doors
of my soul
all
boundaries
no more dependent
on your coins
from your
miserly pockets
you empty

Soundless Silence

shuddering shadows
slithering suspense
like traceless time
hiding behind a fence
soundless silence
captured
by my camera lens
life sometimes
makes no sense
fetid flesh
the spirit refuses
to cleanse

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