With a heart,
purer than the most honest of my prayers,
you being there defines me being
I try to memorize
every moment spent caressed by your aura,
protected from every surplus scheming
Elevated in every sense,
pristine, ecstatic, desirous, blissful and Godly,
that touch of immortality is beaded in our togetherness
Take my Gods away,
take them where they will be remembered and justly kept,
open doors of heaven and a chance to own righteousness.
None would deserve more,
this sight of naive dreams smiling through the veils.
In the worth of your ashes rest all eventual glories.
Here I stand at the end
and dare to look into the eyes of every sun ever shone.
Time shall come back in time to tell our nameless stories.
Bechaini ki bheed main gar khwabon ko ek tang galiyarey se do ghoont saans hi mil paye
to pareshaan na hona….
….aajkal to bekadri ke kabristaan main
ilm ki laashon ka bhi dum ghut-ta hai
Who tumhare likhe par haseingey, tumhari banayi tasveeron ko rakh se tolengey
to pareshaan na hona…
…ab pattharon main farishtey nahin bastey
aur uske ghar sar jhukane ka bhi mol lagta hai
Kabhi is safar main thakk jao aur koi do boond saharey ke tum par meharbaan na kare
to pareshaan na hona…
…aur do ghoont apni pyaas ke hi pee lena
kyunki aaj kal to us geeli Chenab ke seeney main bhi lahoo ke khanjar behtey hain
Tum sonchogi ki aisa kya tutaa, kya choota – jo mere dil ke qurbat registhan sa banjar nazaara hai
tum hairaan na hona…
…rooh to khuda jaisey kisi saaye ke saath ruksat thi
jab hum char sookhey, boodhey, begaaney saayon ke beech jalein hain – tab jakar zinda hue hain
Songs of dawn resonant in her eyes
Dispelling vanities of this puerile realm
Absolute sheen in her dew lit candles
Their lambent mirage speaks who I am
Her abundant calm is the air I breathe
She walks bare feet towards my unadorned heart
When words stifle for a mere rhyme
She sends a sonata to play her part
Tell these midnight memories to fade away
Those reminiscent of longing for a pause
With the story of my dreams in your eyes
Such moonless night, let stars be the cause
The reed I hold won’t enthrall the hearers
Bejeweled hollowness creates another chasm
Like the sand that fills the mast from beneath
Let’s be a song for the virtuosos to fathom
Rape. Domestic Violence. Physical & Mental Harassment.
Biased Moralities. Prejudiced Priorities. Unwanted Principles.
The following poem is an attempt to express the feelings of a woman in pain by just being a part of our society.
No mirrors tell my story
None paint the pain I drown and die every moment in
Time doesn’t stop to know my part of the death
Introductions rot with a din
I search for heartbeats
In battered pieces of flesh, once they had a soul
Bleeding tears of carrying your disgrace upon me
A dead one with a silent yowl
Loathe me with all you’ve got
Bring all the profane grumblings, unprejudiced or unsure
I’m left with slayed dreams, you took all that was me
My only sin was of being pure
Women around us, in our societies, in our workplaces and even in our homes get treated in a demeaning manner.
Do we seek to make a better world without giving respect to our ladies ?
Broken flutes orchestrate a perfect symphony.
A tattered shroud masks the sorrows untamed.
Flowerets shiver in the cold sun masked by smoke.
For her conspicuous dreams – is she to be blamed?
Daubing her skin away from the acidic prejudice
and the sightless hunger for the innocence of her kind.
She works in a yard with the prominent in prey
as the quivering worth of a woman goes to the blind.
With a muted applause from her callous apprentices,
she carries bouquets of smiles covering her sores.
Alive in her own story of a life beyond the tale.
She hides our guiltless shame beneath her toes.
Chasing smeared promises
of an armistice in this commotion
I fought blankness in my words
and the ease in giving up crept inside, somehow.
Living on a boat, stuck in a frozen lake.
Conversing with the emptiness in my ears.
I saw mammoth towers of strength sink quietly.
I saw power of existence give way to reality.
Still, there was a willingness in my dreams
and a last leaf of hope you had given me once.
Holding on to the doors of a personal connotation
was this last verse, waiting, for me to still write.
Yes, I believed in the “me” you once told me about.
I remembered when you said
that if there would ever be a forever,
you and I would be still in love.
So, I jumped into this tomblike dark space
and brought the fight to the moments of despair.
They wounded me with their blessed corruptness
and I choked the last bit of air out of them.
Then you came and carried away
my scarred cradle of skin in your prayers.
When I thought it was all done
and the senses of my clock were half seized.
I woke up in your arms.
I woke up at home.
They talk about me
after they have torn my heart
and set it ablaze.
Yes, I am the humanity
you find butchered on the streets
They painted pictures of me
and cried in prayers
as they celebrated faith.
Yes, I am the God
you kill in the name of.
They wrote songs on me
as I was penultimate treasure
for defining the existence of all.
Yes, I am the peace
you trade for the glitter in your pockets.
They know me by a name.
A name not known to me.