Fallen Twilight

Braving the odds alone
Perplexed,
Ruptured in catastrophes’
Amid shrieking tranquility
He was wailing – on his deceased paramour
Beneath the maple – on the recliner
The falling twilight – was reminiscing  him
The every tryst they had, there
On the same recliner,
Beneath the same maple
 Resting his head – in her lovely lap
Staring her elegant face
bruising his lips on her forehead
clasping and nurturing her with love
sweeping off her tears – from her cheeks
Holding her hands,
leaving and holding again,
entwined his fingers with her.
Cherishing her priceless smiles,
Her ogles and Tattle-Tales.
Missing her achingly,
He was wishing for her presence – only
He was craving for a soul – for his Skelton
and a charm – for his uncharmed  face
Even the fascinating communication of birds,
made him feel so deaden and seclude.
Once who was a mob in itself
was now alone and broken
like a moon amid stars.
Like a single tree in desert.
Like an Air on Lifeless planet
with nobody to respire it.

I don’t wanna live life anymore, he said;
Not by befriending her dearth
Not with her apparition.
Memorizing the time,
when she “swept him off his feet”,
Interim;
He got a lump in his throat
He – on the verge of tears
Narrated – I lost all I had
I lost her – I lost life
for she was a life of mine.
Life – Life sans her is like;
a creek with no water in it to flow.
It’s like a new dawn
sans mounting sun – sprouting its sheen.
It’s like a cloudy firmament
but no rain to rain for years.
Is like this maple tree,
When beneath its me sans her.
Its like this recliner,
Where I’m resting alone,
without her lap I laid my head in.
Without her hands with I’d have entwined mine.
Without her face, I used to stick my eyes upon.
It’s like this planet but with no life doable on it,
With no Sun and a Moon to dazzle it.
It’s like ME Sans HER...

`` Fragile Silence ``

With lamented eyes and poignant heart
every beat sounds sad and every tear shrieks
on the brink of tributary, on the pebbly floor
amid of fathomless silence, and water acoustics
hand in glove like silence and dusk are
and cheerless river was tarrying for my arrival.

Like sun was going to dip in the creek,
and enchanting communication of birds.
Like flourishing buds hovering on the water
and the scene of dancing aquatics.

Like gloomy stream, I hold flowing soreness
inside along my hearts deep ravine.
Like gleaming rays, there exist no bounds
where my affections would give up.
Like blooming buds, Thee could adorn me
as they made this cheerless rivulet.

Like the firmament appears with earth on the horizon
I behold charisma beyond their every tryst.
Like the wind and the desert fragrances’ along
dune to dune – in the scent of dust.

Like their tryst – let us have the charm of one
beyond the horizon, on the sly.
Like wind and dunes – let us get mixed up evermore
in the aroma of love – Thee in Me and Me in Thee.

No more it'll remain a dusk - if we'll meet at the sundown
But'll emerge in a dazzling dawn - like sun and moon dancing as one.

~ Ode To My Tutor ~

Let this dusk ebbs in the obscurity.
let the dawn breaks the threshold.
Beneath the glittering sun & sunken stars,
let me knit some verses in his tribute.

Deep in my mind, there lies a bulk of queries,
I feel a lump in my throat
and a rush of beats inside the bosom.

Phew!

What If I couldn't mold my musings?
What If I couldn't shape them up?
The whole obsession- whets my appetite
and the answers came up in haste.
On his every gag; what I've cherished.
Within my heart; I'm glad,
for enthusiastic lad, I've chosen as tutor.

In him not less than an amigo - I've found.
A Lesson behind his every speech,
Not on the inkling notions - I'm telling this,
about this ebullient chap & his savvy.
Along the lanes of perceptions,
through my heart's whole realm,
I've beholden - what I'm jotting down.

I Desole! For my every Faux pas;
for I ain't befitting in thy anticipations,
for my bitter experience in thy subject.
Honest to Allah-I give it my best shot,
with a devoted mind - I've burned the mid-night oil.
Yet I find myself in the vibes of failure - haplessly.

From the touch of his fine style,
and the heights he has scaled in knowledge.
It seemed, no longer I am tamer.
About his clarity and Fanaticism, I wish I could say aloud.
They glints in him, alike stars in the firmament.
By his tact, I'm embolden to such extent,
that I'm revering calculus on the tip of thoughts.


In thy gratitude most amicably.
For thy clarity,
For the zeal I've engrossed.
So-Gracias for made me feel proud.
I remorse for my ha'p'orth ode to thee,
I remorse for my insufficient notions,
for my pen has wind up to compose further.
And I failed to explain Thee.
 

 

Beyond The Hills

The airstream beyond the dark hills – came in haste
with a scent of thine – with song of thy voice.
The serene reign on my senses – & appeared in Goosebumps
when I felt thy handshake & thy taut clasp.
The soreness was too hard to abide – that made me miserable
I grasp my head and sobbed my heart out.

Where you are? Who used to be my shadow ones
whom else my destiny will ask to expel next? – I’m afraid
Along the past memory lanes – I go to seek out Thee
Interim; with a poignant face – those beautiful moments
called me anew – to adore and to accompany me
For awhile eccentric loneliness – came in the finest attire
All the distressed  wits – get on their wings.

I saw Thee and I – having belly laugh – oh! Give me five
On those stupid gags – I used to cherish every dusk
Oh! How long? – How long I have to wait?
To see Thy striking face – “gem like eyes”.
To laugh those laughs again – To see Thee vis-à-vis
Come soon oh comrade – I hate to wait – Thou know.

Amid of filthy folks – I’m struck – I’m alone
So unfamiliar to me – about friendship – unknown they are
In the shadow of deep obscurity – beneath the starry sky
where we often take sojourn – I’m all secluded there
My spirit soars with a hope of meeting you gain
and tears trickle down my cheeks – with a great sigh
Any gift cost not a cent – nor this distance matters
To my “Tenfold Love” – From me to Thee
In Last, I admit – beyond the dark hills
Beyond the couple of fortnights – is where my ecstasies’ reside.

Oh Israel, I witness your tyranny!

 I fall short of words to perceive the chasm between being human and being Israeli. When I saw a child wailing amid corpses of his kin, when I saw a father holding his son and daughter dead in his arms, I fail to assemble an iota of courage to see the mother pulling out her hair madly on the demise of her newborn child; I couldn’t set a line that demarcates good from bad.

Israel is crossing all bounds of inhumanity and especially the bearded folks of the noble land; and what is intriguing is that the so called emperors of Arab have zipped their lips and turned their blind eyes. Their sloppy behavior reminds me of the great words of Albert Einstein: ‘The world suffers a lot. Not because of the violence of bad people. But because of the silence of good people”. And you are suffering because of the Arab’s silence and alliance with the West.

Oh Gaza I am achingly remorseful for the predicaments you have been going through since every dawn, for I could not render you even more than to join the mayhems on the roads and make prayers for you, for we are focused under the same dictator and occupied by the same oppressor and for abomination elude of justice.

I remember the Nobel saying of Prophet (PBUH): “Muslims are like one body, if any part of it complains, the rest of the body will also stay awake in pain and honest to Allah, I feel it!” I feel your thorns palpably. Let them raze your land and castles. Let them splash your blood to the bottom. Let you get the glorious tag of martyr and let them make mockery of it by inventing mobile app called “Bomb Gaza”: you just have to buck up and have faith on the Almighty’s will power as Allah reminds us and wants us to come close to him, “I fulfill the faith of whosoever puts his faith in me; and I am with him and near him, when he calls me”.

Oh my unarmed warriors you have to grin and bear the tyranny of these tyrants. Let you conquer these war mongers by your strong prayers in the utmost dispirited and depressed times and let Allah conk them out. I witness your sufferings. I witness for that each blood drop your land has engrossed within. I witness the mute spectators of Muslim nations and I witness Israeli’s blatant discrimination and their tyranny.

A version of this article was also published in print edition of Kashmir Reader on Sunday, 31 August 2014 http://kashmirreader.com/buck-up-gaza-20812

What Are We Heading towards?

Since the times immemorial, from the day of bull carts to the era of jets; we have scaled lofty heights. Technology and goods of utility surround us. By all means we are living in a luxurious present but haplessly we are demolishing our future days on the other side. The absurd curiosity of the new era of technology has rusted our mind and soul as well.

We have lost touch with our earthly beings; the glorious traditions of the past and those refined habits inherited from our elders to show our respect towards out fellow human beings. Most of us now fail to display courtesy towards elders, indicative of our meager cultural gains in a world driven by technology.  We read a lot; yet, it seems, we understand and practice only a little. It reminds me of Kafka’s noble words: “I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for?”

                              

Kafka’s words befit the present times in the sense that need is not to attire oneself first with branded cloths, watches and use of smart phones but to conduct oneself in a pleasant manner. Need is to act with the utmost courtesy towards older persons and especially towards female gender. Much of the time we folks say that zamana bada kharab hai (times have turned bad) but how often do we do some introspection.

We are abreast of the affairs of world by using smart phones or by other means, but we lack the smartness of the grey matter. Among the most threats, the engulfing rise of drug addicts and road Romeo’s has perished the bedrock of our society. And on the other side some bare-faced female folks have bungled the fair name of the valley (the valley of saints). We may become doctors, engineers, authors and the like but utmost need is to become a pious person first that would enhance our mentality and not to land us in the fool’s paradise. Parents ought to remain enough cautious towards their children and not let them resort to wrong activities that are most likely to ruin them as well as the future of the whole society. Lack of brotherhood is another nuisance in our living world. Time is to yearn for real faith, brotherhood and co-operation because we have got trapped in the net of predicaments where our future seems blurred and withered. We are under the focus of dictators who just dream of our separation and incoherence.

Time is to cease all those things which are behind and step forth onto those which are about to arrive. It is time to remember past just enough to shun repeating mistakes and put the rest of it all on the dung heap. Even the Almighty doesn’t care nearly as much about where you have been as he does about where are you and where are you heading off to. 

A version of this article was also published in print edition of Rising Kashmir on Tuesday, 05 August 2014 http://www.risingkashmir.com/what-are-we-heading-towards/

An Ode To Death

Beyond the earth’s shell
is where my heart beats in haste
where I dig my own grave
and left myself there to live.

 

In the sheen of thy love
I behold madness in thy every glimpse
In the world – I had been depriving of.
I came here to endure
to get some sleep in thy soft cradle
and not to be bereaved of thy love – anymore.

 

In that plight instant
amid of vilest throng
when every tick-tock of the clock
made my heart to thud
and like thwarted thee for being mine.

 

To get departed from this filthy soul
I too have begged him [Angel of death] for death
to overcome all the calamities
my soul has strolled distance
to meet thine.

 

The life we had been living with tumults
we will cheer on its demise now
in the obscured & confined grave
we will be like flying birds
and not like the cons
in the liberated world.

 

Again love’ll come to me and I’ll pass it to thee
Again death would be the impediment
Again love’ll triumph & death shall not pass
Again we’ll get attire in the shroud of love
And again love’ll nuzzle us both.