Wednesday, 27 April 2016

He

He never afraid of death
He has lost all sense of time
He has lost the sense of many things
a lonely star is simmering in the depths of the universe
His beloved divine paradise is being destroyed
He can still see it dying
That was before a man came here and everything burned
He never imagined that he would be betrayed
He feel like laughing
But it's not easy to laugh when one's guts lie spread around like a wreath
He can't control anything now
He can feel the hot breath of death on his face
His guts are still bleeding
He want to standup, but he didn't
He was dying and can not stand up
a shadow, darker than the dark night,fell upon him
A dark head with curly hair block the lonely star from his view
God of death has come to take him away
He was struggling to open his eyes,but dried blood held his eyelids together

She leans down and looks at his face
Aahhh,i can hear her sobbing
She getting emotional?
She was never angry,sad or happy
She act as if she is very emotional now

Dear,carry me away from here,take me away....
He was trying to say but his strength failed
I don't know whether the words actually left him or died a silent death somewhere in his thirsty throat
He was licking his own blood
He was cold,extremely cold
Pain shot through him from every angle and spread its poisonous tentacles into his veins
She hugged his head
He moan
She laid him back on wet earth
Wet from his blood
Blood of his dreams and blood of his life
A sense of sadness and emptiness descend on him

I will complete your work,don't worry
My methods may be different compared to your's
believe me
She said

He did not hear most of things she said,however, he was slipped away and drifed back to past
Thousands images rushed to him
His early struggle, love,separation,music,art all flashed through his mind,making no sense, meaningless

He was a sixty years one eyed,dirty old beggar in some wayside temple with stinking tattered clothes
He wanted to die now
He wanted this to end
He wanted to go away for coming back here with a new identity, new face,new name as her baby

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

canvas of life

in the corner of my room.. there a empty canvas.. Blank.. as life is.. o my soul.. Why you want to cry i miss the smile of my baby.. my unbirth child... i miss the face of my baby.. my divine child... now there is no sun in my sky.. no moon.. all canvas of life is blank... Just blank......

Sunday, 9 June 2013

Deep brownish eyes

Deep brownish eyes twinkel nd went the depth of my soul i feel something which can't define what they want to say in few moments they bound me in a relation i can't express them in words i hav'nt words for them i only flow in them

Monday, 23 July 2012

prayer

We wish for peace in life;
we ask for fidelity in love.
May you not delay in changing our situation, God!
Only you alone can we depend on;
you are our one and only succor.
There is no one of ours in this world of yours.
God, Allah, listen to this cry,
Oh God, Allah, supreme being.
We cannot behold this scene of destruction,
in neighborhoods laid to waste, these aching human beings.
A mother stands holding the pieces of little bodies.
You tell us where she should go amidst the smoke of gunfire.
We are innocent, God; why did you give us this punishment?
Or is there hatred welling over in the hearts of everyone?
Remind them again of that lessonof love,
so this world filled with thorns will once again become a garden.
Hear my cry.

Thursday, 8 March 2012

i can't

me,
my emptiness,
and world,
all the shadows of past give grief,
all happiness of past went vain,
and dreams of tomorrow,
i can't catch them,
i want forget all the past,
all the memories,
but i can't,
i can't...

Friday, 20 January 2012

alone

a person alone,
all alone in the world,
search happiness and divine,
in his sad eyes there are no tears,
only you find the dark smoke of expections,
he has no cause to live,
he find excuse to die,
days are full of emptiness,
and nights are full of sorrow,
the path the endless path keep on moving but never find its destination...

Monday, 2 January 2012

poetry

death is a poetry,
she promise to meet me,
when pulse become slow,
and pain go to sleep,
moon with faded face get disappeared and day is to become,
not sun nor dark its not night nor day,
when body get ruin and spirit get live,
my poetry meet to me at my last time...