Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Sometimes I wish my life had a erase/rewind button

Friday, September 12, 2008

The Pen ceased its journey on paper

Passing away of Ahmed Faraz has taken away one of finest masters of Urdu poetry of our times. Pakistan will also mourn the loss who like Faiz also championed the cause of their own political ideology often at odds with the oppressive political order.
There are so few of the great Urdu poets left that one at times despair of the cause. The great subcontinent tradition of social and romance poetry will certainly miss his genius.
So long and thanks for all the gems of Poetry

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Midnight Musings

Fine food/ wine and cheese
Smiling company / Music and friends
I have it all and still
Here I am / Missing Life!

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Rains

Raindrops crawl across the shed, frogs sing
in the dark a solitary figure hunts for inspiration

PS: part busy, part bored
totally away
posts may have to wait

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Life of a tea

Sipping a hot cuppa \ I wonder
What might the tea have said to me
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Too young to remember when I was asunder
from my mother tree
They took me out, planted in black ground
and then on I was called tea

I sipped on nature, fresh dew and soil
and grew up green and lush
tender fingers than caressed me about
and as I danced they plucked me out

cut and dried I was left in ferment
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at this point I reach my limits of poetic inspiration so will leave it for you to finish.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Arriviste

White flourescent lights
Cold steel tables
People in white coats
Being treated for lifestyle diseases
I have arrived!

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Achingly beautiful Life!

Exhilaration, pain
Moments of desperation,
Intense joys
wrenching agony
sunny smiles
Misty breath
I feel so alive!

Monday, July 31, 2006

Call of the wild

Crickets chirping in the night, calling friends
Someone tell them its time to sleep.


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Read somewhere "Examination of the wave or spectrum reveals that each chirp is actually three sound pulses!". Please hand over the grammy.

Friday, July 21, 2006

What was He thinking?

Dear Lord,
You made the tiger cause it looks so swell,
and deer to give 'em food
You made green grassy plains for rabbits to frolick
and wolves to keep rabbits in check,
By why in this world, did You have to make mosquitoes?