How i tell them God....?"
"You do not grouse about the abysmal food" mocks the peers
Huhlala.. !"The ungrinded grains to your gustatory senses appear very near"
"Have you ever ate the bland cuisine? Or Ravishing meats?"
How i tell them God? A motherless child nobody feeds
Scads and piles of albums of the first step and the babble
They giggle hard by watching the double-shaded binoculars
There treasures are the superman wings and faded Scrabble
How i tell them God? No father existed in my poor fable
No doubt for you the sun smiles and winks
On your balcony the stormy rain does sing
As your duvets are waterproof and windows french
How i tell them God? A feveered child when sleeps at roofless bench
The today's lesson is about the meaning of " Mischance"
The dictionary calls it ill-luck and mentor fately thorns
And my granny says " Me the Chiefest example"
How i tell them God? For all experiments orphans are the best samples
( By Paras Ali)
MAN AND THE SEA
Words nod off my fellow foe
My wrinkles can speak volumes than brows
I harvest the puce brinjal before I sow
My eyes blink and can hoodwink the lord of eagles
Fragrance of Fish; I have mastered better than seagull
In a jiffy million admirers turn into suitors for me
Persona of my dauntless courage anybody can see
Better, much sharper than the Nature (Sky, earth and Sea)
Says the Sea: Thou next to God and esteemed MAN!
Wearing the plummet of wisdom, Oh THE SECOND GRAND..
Neutron, Proton and Electron waited for 18 centuries to be your magical wand
Tis honorable, worthiest nickel of my sand
I agree with no doubt, The Holy Book belongs to you
The exact Centre of the Universe is having possession of you
The virgin grave marries you before you turn blue
But do you know each day Sea savours the taste of organic blood??
In it breathes without sun undiscovered buds??
Tide fights in it during stormy nights, yet you find it twinkling bright
Can you guess labour convulsions of Fish and pregnant turtle plights?
Each moment it throws off garbage that irritates other’s sight
I am inked Green, Blue , Brown and White; Can you find in me any ideology of creed?
Yes I am lowly and self-effacing, born to touch your feet
But I am lost, lost and lost in my heart and its subtle beat
By Paras Ali
O Iqb«l ! Every breath of yours is veiled in sighs
Your burning breast is filled with complaint
The song of hope does not exist in the harp of your heart
We think this Lailah does not exist in your camel-litter
Your ear is the seeker of the sound of bygone lyre
And your heart is unconcerned with today’s affairs
Your garden companions do not listen to the tale of roses
The assembly’s people do not listen to your old message
O bell of the sleeping caravan! Be quiet
Your call is very frustrating! Be quiet
That old assembly cannot be brought back to life
The yesternight cannot be illuminated with candle
O Companion ! I am a Muslim, I am the harbinger of Tawéâd
Since eternity I am the sincere testifier of this Truth
The warmth in the pulse of the universe is from this
And the courage in the Muslim’s thought is from this
God created the universe for this Truth
And created me for its guardianship1
I became the destroyer of false worship in the world
The truth is that I became the protector of Existence’ honor
My life is the cover for the world’s nakedness
My destruction is the disgrace of the human race2
The Muslim is the shining star of the universe’s destiny2
The spell of the morning by whose brilliance is shy
The secrets of life are open to my eyes
I cannot be considered lacking hope in the battle of life
How can the transient scene of grief frighten me
Confidence in destiny of my Millat strengthens me
My world is free of the component of despair
The zeal for battle gives the news of complete victory
Yes, it is true I keep my eye on the old times
I relate the old story to the assembly’s audience
Memory of the past age is the elixir for my life
My past is the interpretation of my future
I keep that pleasurable period before me
I see the tomorrow in the mirror of today
Speak, it is your own tongue by Ahmed Faraz
Speak, it is your own tongue
Speak, it is your own body.
Speak, your life is still yours.
See how in the blacksmith's shop
The flame burns wild, the iron glows red;
The locks open their jaws,
And every chain begins to break.
Speak, this brief hour is long enough
Before the death of body and tongue:
Speak, 'cause the truth is not dead yet,
Speak, speak, whatever you must speak.
Who has connections,he is greeted
Who has not,he is mistreeted
To kill innocent peoples
Now it is diplomacy
They are keeping
In their hands veto
But they are preaching
To us democracy
We,people of the blue planet
Have to realize,anyhow
It was always,it is always
It will be always that
Where is might
There is right
Prose poem by Ehsan Sehgal
Each time that I switch on the light
A Miracle it seems to me
That I should rediscover sight
And banish dark so utterly.
One moment I am bleakly blind,
The next--exultant life I find.
Below the sable of the sky
My eyelids double darkness make.
Sleep is divine, yet oh how I
Am glad with wonder to awake!
To welcome, glimmery and wan
The mighty Miracle of Dawn.
For I've mad moments when I seem,
With all the marvel of a child,
To dwell within a world of dream,
To sober fact unreconciled.
Each simple act has struck me thus--
When everything I see and do
So magical can seem to me,
How vain it is to seek the True,
The riddle of Reality . . .
So let me with joy lyrical
Proclaim all Life a Miracle!
By Robert William