HIS HEAD ALWAYS HIGH, AND THE FLAME OF GOD WAS IN HIS EYES.................... HE WAS OFTEN SAD BUT HIS SADNESS WAS TENDERNESS SHOWN TO THOSE IN PAIN AND COMRADESHIP GIVEN TO THE LONELY.......... gibran.....
Monday, October 22, 2007
JESUS IS NOT WITH YOU
Jesus is not with you
beware the disciples
JESUS is not with you
you are selling his
flesh and blood
in open market
the days are not
far away
you will list his name
in the BSE
and prelate will watch
the ups and downs
of SENSEX
it is shame that
you are in India
where GANDHI was born
and MOTHER THERESA
shelved her life
you are brutal than
JEWS,were given decent burial
you are sucking the blood
from carcass
what name i gave you
prelate or vampire
beware the disciples
JESUS is not with you
blood is rolling from
his tears
he is not with you....
beware the disciples
JESUS is not with you
SCRIBBLING THE FIRST LETTER
scribbling the first letter
remembering the day
scribbling the first letter
everything was ready
golden plate,filled with rice
lamp,was burning five cotton thread
entire room was filled with
pictures of Hindu god and goddess
i was ready on the lap of
my maternal uncle
he put my finger to the rice,
filled in the plate
there was calm,Devine atmosphere
suddenly that was broken
a loud piercing sound came
and i ran away
my mother and maternal uncle followed
to caught me
they failed.....
ultimately i was failed
still i am struggling to
scribble the first letter
whether should i succeed....?
i do not know.....!
remembering the day
scribbling the first letter
remembering the day
scribbling the first letter
everything was ready
golden plate,filled with rice
lamp,was burning five cotton thread
entire room was filled with
pictures of Hindu god and goddess
i was ready on the lap of
my maternal uncle
he put my finger to the rice,
filled in the plate
there was calm,Devine atmosphere
suddenly that was broken
a loud piercing sound came
and i ran away
my mother and maternal uncle followed
to caught me
they failed.....
ultimately i was failed
still i am struggling to
scribble the first letter
whether should i succeed....?
i do not know.....!
remembering the day
scribbling the first letter
Saturday, October 13, 2007
RIZ...MY BROTHER
Rizwanur,my brother...
i saw you
in my dreams..
you were next to 'Romeo'
and near to 'Che'
you have been the icon
of love and sacrifice
you shelved your life
for love
it is irony that you were
born in the land
of communism
they are now
promising to the world,
they would render
justice to you
i do not know
how they are....
announcing compensation..?
selling the
elementary emotion..!
love,become a commodity
to the state and the affluent
Rizwanur my brother
long live....
you are next to Romeo
and near to Che.....
i saw you
in my dreams..
you were next to 'Romeo'
and near to 'Che'
you have been the icon
of love and sacrifice
you shelved your life
for love
it is irony that you were
born in the land
of communism
they are now
promising to the world,
they would render
justice to you
i do not know
how they are....
announcing compensation..?
selling the
elementary emotion..!
love,become a commodity
to the state and the affluent
Rizwanur my brother
long live....
you are next to Romeo
and near to Che.....
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