Friday, February 14, 2014

The Unrepentant Dreamer Shot By Marziya Shakir 3 Year Old


holding the manfrotto
monopod ..stealthily
she shot the dreamer
in conversation with god
complaining grumbling
pleading to change
the beggary of his life
give him a ticket to
freedom send him
abroad ..life here
a gamblers dice
rough shod,,,
god bored tired
shook his head
gave him a nod
the dreamer
silently overawed
i am happy i did
not have to use
the pepper spray
on you my lord
echo-less silence
insultingly guffawed
some things in his
parliament of dreams
god has outlawed

Nalayak Beta Na Kam Ka Na Kaj Ka Dhai Ser Anaj Ka


din bhar
sota rehta hai
alsi nikamma
na kal ka
na aj ka

Today Is Valentines Day .. Love Is In The Air


bouquets
of red roses
at her doorstep
chocolates
for her to share
love is indeed
a prayer ..
love is in the air
feel it everywhere
street kids stand
embezzled emotions
as they stare
a couple holding
hands ..what a
beautiful pair
he is tall dark
handsome she
is winsome fair
long cascading
hair fair and lovely
both in cupids
snare ..melting
sweet memories
out there ..euphoric
happiness yes they
care..she is blushing
now as he gently
pushes her wheelchair
watched by two beggars
both unaware ,,love
touches even those
born to remorse despair

Chalo Ek Bar Phir Se Ajnabi Ban Jaye Hum Donon

To Drink Or Not To Drink


one dead drunk
on the brink
the other one
sober repentant
sits and thinks
he too was
a drunkard
reformed .
watches
lost hope
lost illusions
as they sink
the bottle
the man
fatalistically
linked ..
to break out
from the prison
cell of the bottle
a very tough thing
catastrophically
controlled
from the beginning
a sip no more a sip
that now drinks
your health wealth
cosmically jinxed
mind body no more
in sync..the spirit
was willing the flesh..
was weak..as the
chains clink
for the rich rehab
expensive shrinks
the poor on the
street laments
for just another
drink...

When God Created Woman


from cosmic chaos
he created pain
poetry pathos
woman gods
enigmatic mistake
round a mans neck
a gigantic albatross
hung to add to his
shame his loss
woman a slave
a boss ..rolling
stone that gathers
no moss ...beneath
her fleshy layers
crude clay minus
gloss ..man forever
bound to a woman's
disembodied ethos
fate lines criss crossed
if it was not for that one
woman i would have
not come across from
the devils deep seas
gone for a toss ..
by another woman
in her language of
dichotomous love
double crossed

The Journey Of Life Seldom Halts



as he move on
recklessly rapidly
with all his faults
he rebels he revolts
god wanted to create
hope harmony he
faltered created
man by default
on a gaping wound
he added injury
to salt...a cosmic
awakening final
assault ..when
his time comes
buried under
asphalt ,,,from
the womb into the
tomb ..the final
somersault

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