Hope against SATAN

Tick Tock Tick Tock;
The clock marches on;
Without any joy,
Hooters,rejoice on a new year's eve;
Celebration,Jubilation with a much awaited leave;
New wishes,new resolutions dressed in an age old wardrobe;
Will we ever be able to break this traditional dress code;
New faith,old desires lingers around my lips;
Ready to be sprouted......
But only to be stopped,
As next year will again come in,
Fresh faces,ancient earth still looks like one as new year comes home;
Bakery shops robbed of its jewels;
But the baker man seems happy as ever;
Children and grown up are equally excited;
And so is our very old SATAN.
Like every fresh new winter he is fully prepared;
And a topper as he always is;
Once again he will succeed,
Once again like the phoenix he will rise above us all;
With his neatly planned jobs of evil.
Deceive,deviate,treachery are his favorite words;
Seldom we will see him misspell these curse;
As we do year after year for centuries;
Come fellow humans pave the way for the champion,
or rise above failure and lets at least hope for a change.....

Grandpa's Seperation

What's that mournful sound ,i hear?
Is it the agony of separation or the pain of wound?
More persistent than the sound of the moon;
Making the people go into swoon;
Cawing and mourning goes hand in hand,
Accelerating time moves as fast as sand;
Returning men with aching hearts ;
Stumbling over the broken carts;
Such things are followed from olden days;
Like Plato and pleiade's;
Seraphim awaits those God's creation;
As death creates "grandpa's separation".

"The ecstacy of failure"

My eyes set on the trembling waters;
Glistening with rays falling on it,
Made up of infinite drops;
Wish,i can count it?

Flowing air are full of tensions;
Rummaging my long locks;
Running like hell;
Wish,I can catch it?

Intensity ,rage ,anger are visible;
In the glaring fire;
Full of revenge,it can wake havoc,
Wish ,i can feel what it is made up of?

Breathing ,life giving,best friend;
Thats our beautiful earth,
Having rebirth every second;
Metamorphosis is its basic behavior;
Wish,I can see it?

Full of ambitions,i seek to know my queries;
But its far from possible;
Still i have no regrets.
Sometimes the universal law can be broken;
Not always failure gives you joy.
But in this case it surely gives!!!!!

My Desires,{Battered and Bruised}!!!!

Desires!!!!
They are the basic elementary function we have;
I get them recollected to make a decision.
Making us go,strive,and work hard,
They get the best of us?
In a battle field or while playing games;
They instill a sense of pride and want;
A hunger for excellence for success, for living......
We have a perception it is a big phenomena;
Occurring only when the need is most desperate or full of longing;
But Hey!! Fellow human wait,focus, and rethink;
they make up the every nano second we live!!
If you don't have a desire to breathe?
you can die that very moment.
If you dont have a desire to eat?
you will starve to death.
And above all if you dont have a desire to live?
You are like a soulless carcass.
Unlike most of the other people.
I am a little different;
A little out of frame;
Call me "alien"!!!
I too like others have desires
Desires that are above all my five senses.
Why does this happen???
I dont know
Some think i breathe more desires than air!!
And when someone is bonded with such extremes chains;
Failure is inevitable.
Same as the rising of sun in the north!!!
I fail to reconstruct my behavior
Because "Habit is the second nature"
And nature is a big cosmos;
I a microcosm can't overpower a macrocosm;
It would be beyond my imagination.
And here is where i fail miserably?
I always do the same thing,and get thrown;
I wish i can overcome failure like the bellona's bridegroom;
Think beyond the limits and horizons;
I am trying, again and again......
but still no success;
I lie down on my bed:
My desires, Battered and bruised!!!!!!

If I can Dream?

Black clouds sinuous like water,
Over my head and inside my heart.
they are very much alive;
Death,Hatred,Greed are like friends.
Ruling the world!
But we can change it,
Can't we?
Is dreaming sinful?
Jealously is like blood flowing through every individual.
Seeing all this disaster my heart gets filled with tears?
And i get down to pray.

"If i can dream?
Of a better land.
Where all my brothers go hand in hand.
Tell me why? O'why?
Can't my dream come true."

"If I can dream?
Of a warmer sun;
Where sun keeps shining on everyone ...
tell me why? O'why?
Can't my dream come true."

"If i can dream?
Of a beautiful heart;
Where all the love and affections start,
tell me why? O'why?
Can't my dream come true."

If i can dream?
That all my wishes really comes true............

Senses Recreated!!!!

Walking down an isolated aisle;
On me bright silvery light befalls;
Trance or reality?
Uncertainty prevails!!
I continue my journey,
myself and silence.
But suddenly out of the blue something catches me;
Guessing???
Beautiful emerald like structures;
with an unknown lustre,desire and search.
I want to reach it,
But can't;
Immortality,fertility and femininity !!!
All are there;
But she is not near......
I shout, follow, and even pray;
But she is a mystery;
An oblivion or a real feeling?
I think i m too much drunk;
Not with liquor;
But her beautiful chasm and radiation.
After eying for an infinite long time;
I am left puzzled and wanting;
An angel or a mortal;
With all the desires and longing to know her;
I realize.................
Imagination not only creates magic,
But gives birth to reality!!!!!

PUnishmentssssssss..........

Standing alone on a deserted corridor;
lonely I am;
But i don't feel so,
Gazing outside the closed world;
Is everything but loud noises,
I stand alone here while my other minions;
Continue their turmoil of uninteresting learning.
While i feel blessed;
to be Punished.

Now and then fellow human like figures;
Pass by me with deep reading eyes;
And disrespectful glares;
But i pity them.
Of missing a beautiful moment of loneliness..........
Unaccustomed with my likings;
they think of me as an out caste;
But on the contradictory!
I feel they are secluded;
From emotions,

While these long serene moments fly by.
i feel amazed to see a fisherman;
Although he is alone,but occupied............
he has to feed five small stomachs,
So the beautiful nature is unimportant to him;
I must say we are different;
like two poles apart,

As time passes by with smell of nature;
Not a bit i feel guilty;
After all everyone in not blesses,
With such a beautiful punishment.............

On the edge.......

Torrential rain patting on my shoulders;

Like needles do they feel,but who can complain,

I am trapped in a small house;

With the barest possible requirement;

they lead their life;

But who sees them;

I wait patiently on the edge.......

For a saviour;

At these moments of life ;

We desperately seek a saviour,

A gladiator, who can stop this attack;

And prevent me from getting unwell.

At some distant place, i can see;

A girl.

Carrying a colourless umbrella;

It seemed to me as if the rain gods;

have sent for me a life line;

from this tryrant attack;

I shouted at the little girl;

For HELP!!

But to my surprise,

She started scrampering away from the me,

I, standing in the middle of nowhere;

Was getting really annoyed;

And such a rude behavior on top of it;

Is really maddening;

After half a dozen hours;

i returned home;

Tired and heartbroken not because of my fate;

because of that small girl;

On my way back when i inquired about her;

i heard a depressing story;

A shelter was the only need i wanted.

The girl needed the umbrella desperately;

becaause she was Homeless;

It was her only heaven;

She was an orphan;

It was then i realized that it was not me;

But the girl, who was living-

On the edge............................

The hidden imagination.........

The earth breathes inspite of being full of water;

Palm trees are like witches.

scaring babies;

Elephants running in the sky.

They are lighter than air;

A boy spilling water from the sky,

While the puny rodent trying to protect his house;

From the excessive fllod,

Someone throwing fire balls from the space;

they fuse off before reaching earth;

But makes it heated;

While the land is in terror;the sea too is distrauted

Birds swimming in the water full of blood;

on the ship there are men full of blood;

On ship there are men full of fancy dresses;

I think there is some celebration today.

Robed with jewellery and weapons;

shouting foul languages which doesn't suit them;

fishes are but flying in the sky carrying me on their shoulder;

such a delighful sight;

From top i can see huge mushrooms;

Where humans live;

there are small ponds where sharks roam about

Green ice cream on the earth is abundant ;

It makes me feel hungry and full of desire;

But the fish on which i am travelling;

has some other plans;

It will only stop at its final destination;

how I wish i can see what lunderlies behind a demure face;

To succed ,to attain and to Imagine;

Uptil INFINITY...........................................................

DEW DROPS..........

Like crystals!
All shining like glittering stars.
So beautiful;emotions running high.
I see them as innocent being;
Heart filled with love and desire.
I feel it!!
Yes i do.
Sun is shining;but who cares about it;
Its the Dew Drops;
On the leaves they are like diamond on a silken bed.
For us poor countrymen;
they are our diamonds.
made up of water;yet priceless;
I see dew drops as a princess,
So beautiful ; that it makes the heart jocund.
Its like a beautiful bride waiting ;
for her beloved lover.
Our ancestors hated it!!!
But i love it;
It makes me feel like a pure soul;
Full of love and care;
As says some it may not be the milk of paradise;
But surely it is life for us!
Giving love in every form
yet we fail to recognize it .
I wish they were not ignored
may it never be lost in oblivion:
If it ever happens;
I will travel to the unsearched corners;
To find it shining and glistening.
to My friend Intekhab Aslam.
with love and acticipation

SOMETIMES.........

Sometimes i try to cry but i end up hallowing
Sometimes birds want to hover above the sky but are retreated.
Sometimes people try to criminate bodies,but are left with pieces,
Sometimes life seems to stop but trickles like a bag of sand ;
Sometimes people want to sense liberty but cannot find its meaning,
Sometimes we filter air but still cannot reduce its poison.
Sometimes we become numb due to presence of sound.
Sometimes dogs seem to bark at themselves;
Sometimes we stop breathing due to the excess of air,
Sometimes a mother becomes lifeless with heart pumping very fast,
Sometimes i pray i had not been born
But very often i pray that sometimes is not that frequent!!!!

tears

Whats in the heart that makes a human so emotional;
Why do we feel pain, love,and excitement.
Its the work of that stupid heart
which works non stop,
but it is not what makes me think
Its the tears;
they are nothing but water
wasted or unwanted.
But;
To a mother her first present to her son.
To a lover a token of separation.
To a son a gift of all childhood memories.
To the eyes a moment of blurriness.
To the face, first drops of moisture.
but to the heart;
It holds a special place;
being guarded by closed walls the heart,
show the agony and ecstasy of all creatures;
By not sprouting,blood;
but tears.....

in the darkness

Sleeping under the cold coverlet of my imagination;

I can only see what my brain allows,

But it is not good what i see.

I see liquor, smoke and people wearing mask;

I feel an encroaching shadow full of motion,yet lifeless.

I see a soul in search of body;

But to no avail !!!

I sense a sudden shake, a tough push or I should call it a tremor.

The sky is but full of darkness;

Moon has gone into a dark blanket

And the stars are like flies eaten up by birds.

I see two beautiful eyes full of desire;

Desire for life, soul and the forbidden liquid;

To me it was a soul in search of blood;

Blood to avenge its quench;

But I was not the only victim

Someone else………..

Or maybe many other;

But I am selfish

Who cares for others?

I want my life safe;

Can I run?will he let me go?

Not sure………..

I tried to run

Oh! No my legs were his.

I could feel the tremor;

An attempt to die would have been better;

But I was his;

Moving away from the rays of sun to the murky side of the moon

Wish! Are they granted?

Can I wish!!

No, who will listen to a desperate sinner

A greedy person.

Who could possibly help me?

Only one came one voice!

Who could it be….

Red eyes, all that could be seen;

Devil!!!

Meek and needy I surrender

Years gone by;

I am now alive in this world

But like that night,I am not alone

There are others like me,

In the darkness…………..

an ocean of fire!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dancing birds hover to a low height;
The sun giving out stream of water ,
Ocean having a flickering glaze of fire
Clouds giving out red water
I can feel them;
they are mine.

streets are devoid of people;
But are not short of souls;
are they good Ones?
Garden full of mosquito;sucking on the blood of flower.
How beautiful they are!!!!!

Animals fighting over each others food;
I think they are right;
Oh! they are just like my choices.

A child on the streets drinking beer;
Using foul language;
having regular fights;
Doesn't he look cute?

A beggar in a penthouse;
Full of disease;
Shouting for for food on his silken bed;
Having a tough time to die
whats his fate????

But,why are my oceans of fire fading.
Oh!my god
"Dreams are so fascinating".

a Wish................................

Intense desire makes life Hard;
But to dream is not bad,
Its not always, that you are given a chance;
A chance to make your desire into reality.
life is an endless sea full of multiple eclipse;
so my friend,
Make a wish...............................

Love is not always fulfilled
All are not blessed with lady luck;
nor are they destined like a romeo-Juliet.
Love! an emotion from intense desire
Is not a chalice full of honey;
But a fruit full of thorns.
whatever be the challenge;
Make a wish........................

Joy a rare gem;
found only with he chosen one,
It is an unbiased dice which does , what it is destined for;
Having no favorite,it is hard to achieve.
But my friend, be brave;
Make a wish.........................

Death an unwanted gift,
It is same as joy but not much liked
Its is the obvious; but to us least expected
But my friend you are brave;
you can do anything,
Its what increases our proximity ;
To;
The Almighty;
The Only One;
So,please don't make it a wish
Just achieve it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE RAYS OF DARKNESS.....

Early morning waking up to see a sun full of darkness.
Amidst the black clouds, one can feel the rays of darkness.
I hear the mournful sound of birds;
And could see a cock being butchered.

Gentlemen getting prepared for a funeral ceremony,
And women in their natural self, just crying,
I could sense an uncanny atmosphere
But couldn’t reason myself from being numb.

Bureaucrats who prefer being panache;
Are no longer in their impressive self;
Dirty roads full of blood and carcass;
It gives a hint, but we prefer to be dumb .

Although nauseating, people are unaware of what’s going on;
No disaster is on the way, but why are we moving in a herd;
Is it a healthy walk;
Nah! It’s nothing but;
“A beautiful day in our very own hell”

A BEAUTIFUL MIND

Whenever we dream,it is a past recollection.
Made up of various emotions,so as to feel the need of that hour.
But more than dreams today,we need "A beautiful mind".

to recognise the despair in life and make it feel a joy,
Come,Come show me all the beautiful aspects of being sad.
Till the heavens exist or hell torments
you can change your outlook with a beautiful mind.
It need not be about recognising the beauty that only the poet experiences;
But an infamous emotion in a farmers house
running after others or probably your own shadow;
T'is not good;
whats truly important is to create a niche for yourself
So that someday you may not be remembered,
But also not be ignored;
And all the credits for such a change needs no money;
But "A beautiful mind".

Life! How to squander you?

Sinous like a naked sand in a porous yacht.

Maketh someone live in despodency other ecstacy.

Running like luminosity pro Edison

Epoch like slow river,

Streaming eyes expose the unrevieled

Psalm for some,

Impertinent tone others

But I lope this race quite straight forwardly

As thou fail to crumble my infatuation

Thy period for someone may be deliverance from sin

and probability other.

As mine ,i just consign to memory untenmeyer;

Thou a vivid holiday as for your progeny.

T'is a never ending holiday.

but,out of the blue an escape program swept my mind

Being awaken from grevious reverie

mine query myself

"Life!How to squander you?"

Ode to love

Born from the red roses;
Do ye maketh admiration from junk?
Rolling down vales and sailious across plain
love,you?
Marking with emotion in the most unmarked hearts.
flowing down from the deep mountain sides
And it is thou who maketh it smooth,
Giving birth to offspring in the most undesirable soil
Its thou who courage to forgive a puny fawn from kings;
thou,the thread between Romeo-Juliet
Its thou which make lovers sob
And its thou who maketh guardian rob,


Born from red roses
Ye maketh admiration from junk,
Rolling down vales and salious across plain
T'is you love!!!!!!

I didn't even knew what love meant before she appeared in my life.
Only know I understand that great love does not consist neither of dependency to a person, nor of selfishness, but is much more than this.
It is like when you immerse in the eternity of your own soul, in that place which you think belong only to toy, but where you meet the other. Only there you feel her deep look and you realize that you are eternally present in her soul and in her most private parts of her being.
You realise that nothing matters, not to cry, not to shout. You realize that everything there is and everything there will be does not even exist, are not worth the smallest leaf which fell from the tree of the live of each one of us.
And then you feel the need to touch the soul with your hand, to embrace it, to feel its breath, to know it closer to you than you are yourself. You want to kiss it, to share your entire life with it.
Love has such an impact that you understand that it is much above what you call life,
Then you realise that no matter how much you try to embrace it, and kiss it, and feel its breath, all that can never be done, because you kill kiss only the man, you will feel his breath and embrace it.
You will realize that that soul will be much above your life. As you are above hers.
You will understand that being with that soul is not possible through caresses, not word, nor kisses, but much more, though an unprecedented torment that you will not be able to sustain, no matter how much you want it, as it is so painfully sweet, a consuming fire that will burn in you in all the eternal moment of your life.
And what else remains? What remains in my place and in hers? The ashes of a memory? From which a new love will resurrect as the Phoenix bird? From the ashes of this crazy torment?
This is our life, the life of the soul mates, of always seeking one another and when they find each other they consume with the love of their love.

march on....................

THIS IS TO ALL THOSE LITERATURE LOVERS WHO WANNA EXPRESSS THEIR DESIRE FOR KEATS,BROWING,OR ARISTOTLE