He wasn’t there when I wanted him
My so called boss, Mister Jim!
Now I am starving; I need a job
But I’d rather not work for another snob.
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Unfinished…
…remember the boat I spoke about?
That got stranded in the middle of an ocean?
No food, no water, day in day out
Lonely soul lingering in slow motion?
Flood
Rolling down the valley towards a molehill
Taking down lives and houses and riches
The cornfield of filth – see? I made you spill!
The bad, the worst and some witches.
They were there: those that are not of their blood
Caring for none and daring to reach
It wasn’t rain they feared, it was the flood.
May be this is how he chose to teach.
Now they knew. Well, not all of them!
The colour of blood can only be red
We have to go where we came from
Some went early while the rest are dead!
Dreamy
Hallucination
The one eyed
I am coming, I am coming
but I can hear you cry!
This is just a trailer of a movie coming soon.
Now save your bloody tears
‘Coz I’ve got many things to show
and you’ve got many things to see.
Buckle-up for the rough ride!
‘Coz I am the ‘one-eyed’!
Ignorance is bliss
We were having a casual conversation. He said if he had money he would fly to America. ‘That’s one place everyone wants to go’ I said. Out of curiosity I asked “Okay, after America where would be your next stop?”
He looked at me and said “After America I will fly straight to California.”
Lantern
It’s cold and windy and stormy and wet.
It’s as bad as it can get.
It’s scarcely visible in the evening twilight.
Can the lantern light up the night?
Cheetal or the spotted Deer
The leader
Deep in a dungeon a man was kept
The more they whipped him the more he wept
He moaned and groaned and never slept
His future was sealed and his dreams were swept.
Then came the time for them to act…
They knew precisely how he would react
A deal so evil on a table was kept
He saw the surface, not the depth.
He had no choice but to adapt
He was just a zombie wickedly whacked
What then we saw was the special-effect
The plan of the devil: impeccably perfect!
Cat
Cat
Peacock
Peacock
Freedom
A lonely leaf that left its kinds
was torn by thorns of the same tree.
In a quest of freedom it eventually finds
it wasn’t as easy as it saw from the tree!
Holy-moly
So that piece of land is gone
As a result of a plan carefully drawn
Neighbors were made to fight each other
A brother was lured into killing a brother
But a thirsty crow just looked on
And that piece of land is gone.
Happy-go-lucky
The henpecked husband
A Man must be a man. If a man starts behaving like a woman then he better cross-dress! At least we will know the difference. I am talking about a straight male who is extra macho while his wife is around. For every little thing he has this urge to run back home. I don’t know who controls whom behind the closed door but the least bit you can do is open your mouth and talk. Of course there is plenty of room to change your opinion later (after you consult your wife, I mean).
It’s rather funny what happens to few men once they get married. Yes, it’s a husband’s duty to keep his wife happy but sometimes you need to pull up your socks and be a man! It is laughable when you see such poor souls. It happens when you let your wife take decisions for you; when you are so addicted to consulting your wife for every little thing. It is when you blindly believe everything your wife says is right. It is when you are too damn weak in calling the final shots. Sometimes you have to use brain or it might get rusted.
Nonetheless there are exceptions to this rule: When the wife is the only breadwinner or if the husband is mentally ill or if he is a lazy bum to find a job…
I am not mean to the wife but there is a thing called ‘discussion’. The husband and the wife converse nicely and as a man you bring forth the idea if there is a need for such a discussion at all. If someone asks for your opinion give them YOUR opinion and not wait for your wife to tell you what to tell them.
There is also a need for the wife to let your husband to be the man. It is easier for people to notice if it is otherwise. You don’t want your husband to be a joker in public. Do you?
Legacy
You’ve got to leave behind a little something of you while you are gone so that people dear to you could feel your presence. It’s like a photo album that is opened once in a blue moon yet memories are refreshed instantly. There are chances that they might feel your breath as if you are sitting next to them.
I am thankful to wordpress.com for providing us with such a wonderful tool to record our feelings… forever (presumably only if you have selected the free blog)! Here I sit with a contented silence swiftly moving my fingers across the keyboard and saying what I am supposed to say to my dear ones who, I wildly guess, might read it one day in an unknown future.
Back in 2016 I would get ‘likes’ and honest ‘comments’ for most of my posts from this wonderful lady, Cynthia Jobin, who by the way is an amazing American poet . She was experimenting with her poems. To be more precise, she was trying the ‘Urdu Gazal’ form in English. I would enjoy reading her bits and sharing my views. Although she was a regular at blogging I found it odd to see her blog inactive for a couple of months back then. When silence swept across her sweet whispers I decided to pay her blog a visit only to see it gone!
I couldn’t stop myself but google her name hoping to find her somewhere and guess what? I did! I found her in an obituary column: Click here. Sad but true. It never once crossed my mind that I would find her in such a place. I was deeply saddened.
All her hard work that was painted meticulously over her blog was gone just like that. I felt really bad for all those exhausting hours she might have spent to fill her blog with creativity: http://www.littleoldladywho.net/. It was gone because she had a website (.com/.net) and not a free blog (yourblog.wordpress.com) that I am using now. A website, if not renewed on time will be suspended unlike the free blog that stays forever (at least I hope so). Like so, the legacy that she was trying to build through her blog was wiped out from the face of the earth. I felt really bad and I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed.
Beautiful people with beautiful mind must live on forever.
Whereas, Cynthia Jobin is a familiar face and her legacy will surely live on, I am hoping that my blog will survive at least a decade after I am gone!
Cynthia Jobin (Jan 24, 1944 – Dec 13, 2016) – Age 72
The barrier
…then the troublesome tribe was trapped
and a barrier was built of iron blocks.
The sturdy wall was then tightly wrapped
and molten copper was poured over the blocks.
The southern ground hornbill
Sunflower – Photo poem
Sunshine smiley searching for sun
Her magnificent day has just begun
All night long she was waiting for this
Holding her breath to blow her first kiss
Current affairs
Religion teaches inner peace and Islam is not an exception. I am not here to debate for or against any religion. But I can guarantee that no religion teaches hatred amongst others. It’s all about doing good in this world to get the best in the world after. In some cases, it is about re-incarnation. You do good here and come back as something beautiful into this world thereafter.
But today politics has over shadowed this beautiful system so much so that people are forced to fight against each other in the name of religion. Religion, that was meant to bring out the best now brings out evil. Thank you war mongers for using such a beautiful institution for your own good!
Many, mostly ignorant, go by the media and stereotype certain religion while others study their books to see if it really promotes what is said of it. It’s not anybody’s fault though. Currently, it’s even more difficult to distinguish between a monk and a war lord because they both wear the same attire. Ignorant people are the easiest bait to ignite tension. No brain-washing required. But the educated ones are very few!
Regardless of what you believe, there is someone out there designing a blueprint for the world that we live in. It’s his plan that is taking shape today. He is the one that is re-drawing borders for each country and breaking them into pieces. He is the one that is controlling our vulnerable minds. He is the one that is selling arms to both sides of the same battle. He is the one that is raising false flag attacks. He is the one that is winning.
But my sorrow and grief goes out to millions of innocent people that have lost their lives and are still losing every second. As I am typing and as you are reading this, God knows how many more will be dead.
I am not asking anything of you because you cannot change anything of what is going on today. But I would request you to be nice to each other. No matter what colour your skin is, no matter what religion you follow, if you follow one at all, no matter where you live and no matter what you do. We have a brain to think. Why not use it positively?
Peace and love!
Betrayal
A good-hearted emperor that once walked tall
little did he know that his crown would fall
so called friends who once licked his feet
Now turned their backs and walked down the street.
Thankless!
It hurts when people forget all the good things that you’ve done for them without expecting anything in return. When they forget the efforts and time you have spent on them just so that they can have a nice life too. It is so wrong to measure everything with money. There are things that people do out of love, out of caring.
Is it a sin to be nice to others? At least I, personally, hope not and I know there are many that might agree with me. It is because of few nice people there is still hope for love. But sadly, there are those that are so selfish which makes me wonder why, in the first place, God had to create them! I know it’s too extreme to even think of such a thing. But sometimes you just can’t help.
…and like I always say, life goes on.
Life
Look carefully at this photo. That’s life. When I took this photo in the wilderness of Africa I never thought it could have any meaning at all. It was just a photo back then. That is all. I was young, life was beautiful, days were brilliant, nights were nice and stars shown bright.
But now when I see the same photo it gives me a different meaning. It speaks to me. It is as if it wants to communicate. A mirror of life? may be.
When we grow older this is what life looks like. It’s a mess. Sometimes it can be ugly. Sometimes we are made to run like a headless chicken. We run and run and run. There is no end. We run again. We run until our legs get weaker and numb. Then we are buried. That’s where the running ends.
One life; that’s all we got. It’s not ‘we’ that decide how to live. It’s always the ‘others’. Believe it or not, we live for others, in one way or the other.
A husband to his dear wife…
I just don’t know how to say
and I am bad in expressing myself
but if you look me in my eyes
everything that glitters says it all.
Every spark has your name on it.
I need you by my side
I can treat you like a child
If only you could hear my heartbeat
you will hear your name out loud
If you want me to say
“I love you” the whole day
I can, but I know deep within
I love you more than that.
