Democracy Is The

Best Revenge

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 Acknowledgment
Mrs. General Afzal Muzaffar who always became worried
during the toughest times in my life whether she was able to
get me out or not - upkept her encouraging habit.

A. K. Rasheed
 Preamble
The degree of hostility I faced on the front of composition this
book, defending literature, struggling for the inborn right of
learning education and saving my old, sugared, heart patient
father from their jaws & paws - cost me my health, deprived
me of preaching Islam at home, jeopardized my life on Lahore
roads under open sky for years, climaxed opposition from
friends, acquaintances and relatives. My elder brother whose
ignoble mutinous internal palatial turmoils and encroachments
on the stratagem of the mother eventuated in regiciding and
finally the father lost his life in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia
which not only yielded them western liberty and enlightenment
at outright but also became conducive in accelerating the
velocity of ignoble depression against me. On defending
literature, a front where I am victorious by the grace of God,
since I cherished it to my heart.

The loneliness and fears being my best friends, always

withstood and supported me to find my ways by the grace of
God.

To some extent my teacher who shadowed his

umbrella on some special occasions and sometimes answered
my questions which a child asks to his mother, I cannot
describe in words but will remain in my good books - played
his part well whether it was study or moral help.

In sum if you find some material for the betterment of mankind

then I have done justice with the literature otherwise, starved,
frittered my life merely in dust on Lahore roads for nothing.

A. K. Rasheed
 Content Pages

1. Democracy……………………………….09

2. Contraband ………………………………….14

3. If I Had Studied ………………………………………………17

4. The Symbol of Revolution.……………………18

5. Ifs and Butts………………….…26

6. European Modernization………………….…28

7. When Dogs Bark……………………………………………30

8. Burn the Boats…………………………………...32

9. I Am Virtue……………………33

10. Plot of Vice………………………….35

11. From Town To Town……………………………39

12. Governance……41
13. They All Die Off……………………………………………43

14. The Sabre…………………………………….…47

15. I Will Never Say Die………………………………..51

16. I Will Never Acquiesce In……………………..…53

17. My Love Is Still Alive………………………………54

18. Dialogues With The Love………………...55

19. Denial For The Love…………….…57

20. Monologue of the Love………………………60

21. Burn the Pages………….…63

22. Or Burn A Single Page……………………66

23. Gifts From Hell…………………………………………68

24. For the Huntsman…………………………………………70

25. Battlefield…..…73

26. It is Grievances……………………………………..…80

27. Who Heaves Not Burden………………………….83

28. His Secrets of Universe…………………………….86

29. I Wish To Wish………………………………….86

30. Many Wrote on the Boats……………………….86

31. The Act That Beautifies You………………….86

32. It Seemed To Have Passed Centuries….86

33. It Would End Quarrels and Strife …….86

34. O Dear night………………………………….86

35. Obviously………………………………….86

36. One To Myself The Other To Me………….86

37. Oppositions………………………………….86

38. The Self………………………………….86

39. The State of Decaying……………………………….86

40. Vices and Virtues Deeds and

Misdeeds……….86

41. History Repeats………………………………….86

42. Why Not Believing In Virtue………………….86

43. Lose I Within We………………………………….86

44. Sherry’s Habits………………………………….86

45. Truth Belittles Me………………………………….86

Poem Title: Democracy

Is the best revenge

To avenge
Political wounds to flange
For us
Against the people
By the people
In open disregard
Before camera
Come what may

I have the guts to befool

With the dupe
To play
All year April Fool

I address
To redress
The ejaculated truth
On which I mistakenly impress’
The sentence is
Democracy is the best revenge

Though the bullet gone off

An arrow shot
Time lapsed
Trust broken
Divulged truth
Lost youth
Opportunity missed
Words uttered
A change in parentage
Neither come back
Nor tolerated
Even in Papal books
But I have the guts to befool
With the dupe
To play
All year April Fool

I address
To redress
The ejaculated truth
On which I mistakenly impress’
The sentence is
Democracy is the best revenge

Though my mother tongue is not Urdu

I cannot take down a single letter in Punjabi
A word or two in Saraiki
With an alien accent
Deliver a speech in Sindhi or so
Not aware of politics of the land
My edge is their illiteracy
Since the lesson I was taught
Azaan baj raha hay

Politically legendary
Ancestral politics
A willed sinecure
A joke of the century
A hatched bird
In non political hatchery
Whereon
Democracy is the best revenge and
Azaan baj raha hay

The legend is to ridicule

Keep them divided and rule
These masses to befool
To play all year April Fool
With powers and authority entrusted
Democracy becomes the worst revenge

Poem Title: The Contraband In Islam

Lost in wonders of Europe?

Envenoming the society?
Lost to all senses of shame?
To the contrary
Boasting of it?
Bragging of shameful culture?

Dispersion of modernism
Irradiation of enlightenment
Education of liberalism
Edification of advancement
Paraphrasing secularism

In prospect of the prolegomena infidelity

Is contraband in Islam
Simply
Shut up
Scram
Be off

Poem Title: If I Had Studied

I can sing songs sweet

Understand all subjects moderately
No topic is beyond my intellect
For beauty
I am more beautiful than a usual
A man of great fame
Admired me good enough
Once or twice

A woman authored several books

On different subjects
Once sought to take help

A man of law
Twice resorted me
To confer with me

Though there are no institutions

That took under consideration
My intellectualism
Recognized or exalted in me
Any honoraries
At all
Not a single one

But
If had studied International Law
I would be a best amongst barristers
In the International Court of Justice

If I had studied medicines

I would be a best amongst doctors
In the Red Cross, WHO

If I had studied Aeronautical Engineering

Would be working in the NASA

If I were a Doctor of International Relations

Would represent my country in the UNO

But if studied
Since I did not
So ifs and buts are here
Now you must take me something
As my intellect reflects me

Hostility, enmity
Griefs, sorrows, agonies
Bottlenecked
Turned against me
Ran as fast as I did
Brought on damages
To grow me freely

You know
If Dick moved slightly right
Tom were in sorry plight
Harry had sided with me
So-and-so had died
I would definitely be a man of great might
But do not take me as a man of straw
Do not slight

If And-so-on itself were happened

My foe's belongings were wrappened
That conservative was slappened
This war was not lost utterly
If I were fully got weaponed

Responsibilities burdened me heavily

A mighty pressure of growth
Hindered, barriered dangerously
Jammed me in an blind ally

So
Extol, exaggerate
Dwell on my troubles
Give me some respect
Considering my intellect
Treat me as an individual citizen
Highly educated
Take exhortations on issues
Take this number
Ring me
If you got me busy
Then be patient

Highlight my name
On invitations
Get me introduced
To very very important guests

Don't forget
To name all those
Men of great fame
Authors
Analysts
Doctors
Who once or twice
Conferred with me
Admired my intellectual approach

What if I couldn't get study

What if I couldn’t get furbished up
What if I did not undergo difficulties
What if I am not a man of success

In sum
Quote all words
Phrases
Sentences
They used for me
Give me that place
Which I had to deserve

For I can sing songs sweet

Understand well
Look more beautiful
More than a usual

Poem Title: The Symbolism Of Revolution

For countries
Governments run with politics
States run with diplomacy
Among them

The former without politics

The latter without diplomacy
Are good for nothing

Then it could be anything like

Autocratic stratocracy
A buck-shot
Sans code of honour
Sans code of conduct
Explicitly codifying tyranny
Pseudo theocracy
Tri kingdom within a state
Non political triumvirate
On the name of politics eventuating in

Royal decree
Executive order
Unconstitutional order in force
Aristocratic privilege
Feudal ritual eventuating in

Rewarding, honouring, commissioning the incapable

Snatching from the feeble
Depriving the deserving
Against the poor
Aggressions of powerfuls eventuating in

Splitting of masses in different directions

Hierarchical slogans
Sectarian grouping within the religion
Rebellious grouping within the politics
Fanning the provincialism
Ethnic cleansing eventuating in

Bisection of society
Discrimination between
The masses and the classes
Master and servile
Lawlessness, clamours, poverty occupying deaths
Retaliation of assorted vengeance
Deaths begetting deaths
Prolonged vendetta revenges
Blood feud courts by the masses themselves
Extra judicial killings by authorities
Hanging up publicly
Hostilities taking over fears
Injustices at climax
Mass massacres
Fretful jealousy amongst blood sucker leaders
Swindling, plundering
Of power and authority
Amongst the trusted ones
Schism in governance
Polishing personal interests
Prioritizing the selfishness, egoism
Encashing national treasures
The mnemonics for incidents impellent in
Assassination of impenitent, blood sucker leaders
Mutiny, revolts, uprising eventuating in

The symbolism of revolution

The War of Independence
The Declaration of Lahore
The Freedom of Indian Muslims
The Freedom of courts
Are the symbols of revolution
Unfolding
The blindfolded poor

Now
In belligerence
In indirect troop, deployment, battles
Military maneuvering hinting at
Immediacy invasion on Atomic Assets
Projecting disintegration from within

The impending last stage

Defaming the religion
Foreign intervention in religious orders
In defiance of commandments
Religious renaissance collapse
Discredence of religion
Sacrileges of the sacrosancts
Prevalence of hunger
Bloodbath of our innocent blood
Mothering of vices
Demolishing our nation
A messed and
Disunited political structure
Poem Title: Ifs And Buts

Ifs and buts

Houses and huts
Pliers, hammers, saws
Screws and nuts

Let us talk of the town

Neighbour offsprings have grown
At rare get out of the home
At most play in their lawn

Next to them met an accident

The one whose wife became pregnant
What these girls talk of
Why they are so stagnant

Tom, Dick and Harry

Grudges, backbiting, and Blackberry
What the hell is so-and-so?
What is the colour of cherry

Wow look the getup of Harry

Is he going to marry
I take pride in me
That I know CNN's Larry

What can do the today women

What can't do the today men
Tom got bycicle
Dick shot the hen

Genderosophy is in uppish
He is a lavish: she is snobbish
If this is she then what is he
But for Ali he calls all rubish

These are the questions that one may frawn

Why nights fall why days dawn
If fish is white meat
What is the purpose of a prawn

If you get married who will govern

Staying at home her traits will burn
Equality need be ensured
But I will be first then her turn
Yes there will not be clamours
There will not be tremors
Both will handle the staring
Both will get sweet creamers

Too many cooks don’t spoil the broth

She will wear my shoes I will her cloth

This is a shabby society

Mere Terpsichore or Aphrodite?
To hearten the love-losers
No other usage – no other variety?

The west has gone far

Discovered many a star
Woman found the rightful place
Will visit the Mar’

Though the sun rises from the east

Yet we, Cimmerians, are the deadly beast
Look the western Pandora
Enjoy your porkfeast

The left hand is for fork

Smell the tasty pork
Let us go to club
In the city's hub

New etiquettes and manners

Candle lit dinner and diners
They deserve the admiration
Trendy girls on banners

The West philosophy on rise

Wolf in sheep's disguise
Sooner – will be christened
Nothing to surprise

Eight ten nine

Be my Valentine
Who cares the Doomsday
Freedom, liberty are mine

Let our traditions die

Dude and lass say "Hi"
One night freedom
Seeing off word is "Bye"

Salam is too long, he says

Let us meet on the bays
Fiesta by the Leftists
All lesbians and gays

We must have liberty

Let us make the towns dirty
A cup in the café
With a dude or lass flirty

No - actually we aim to exchange views

Some western ideas and views
What the today woman is doing
What is the US breaking news

The religion is not a jail

We are not to veil
But Shakespeare said so
Frailty thy name is female

European hallucination abounds

Freedom liberty hounds
Nobility ascends
Ignobility astounds

Media has eyes

The Mountainous can be ryes
Controversies attract
Let us not belie

Black sheeps are there

It's media fair
Imported marketing ideas
Here and there - everywhere

Border aggression is not frightful

The deserving attain a place rightful
They are very virtuous
They are very insightful

This is not Jinnah's' Pakistan

See the today Hindustan
Why we should be in worry
The War will never end in Waziristan
Poem Title: European Modernization
Pierce my ears pierce the nose
Cups of liquors
Dip
A dextrose coated dose

Clad short or become bear

Be a French balded, grow long hair
Turn on the mode of modernization
Gradually calmly depart the upkept fear

Couples couples marching into the pub

In the city metropolitan hub
Near to the Busharaf home
Idea imported from papal Rome

Flashing disco lights

In the dark weekend nights
Away from parents
Dance in jeans tights
Media sides with us
And a European might

Rock the country with this shit

These four provinces to hit
Leave the collar of religion
It is time to split

This is a way to win

Hearts of Jews and Christian
Hush these up the clerks
Let us make this city a sin

Imported venom fully affected

Roots to bows illness protracted
Penetrated through the antidote
No worries - nothing will be protected

Poem Title: When Dogs Bark

Dogs bark
Caravans keep passing
Dogs keep barking
Caravans keep silence

Dogs keep fears

Caravans be dare-devil
Dogs keep scaring
Caravans keep slighting

Dogs keep barking

Caravans encamp and sojourn
Dogs keep grouping
Yowl to strengthen, to outnumber
From skirts and outskirts
Caravans keep stumping
Then dogs retreat
But come back

When caravans finish tables

Dogs wag the tails
Then caravans let to remove the dirty
Dogs smile to lick the feet

When caravans pack up

Dogs stand up
When caravans stand up
Dogs decamp, flee
When caravans thunderclap
Dogs breathe their last breath
Then caravans resume journey

Poem Title: Burn The Boats

Be an issue
Before an issue
Be bothersome
Against some trouble

Problem comes alone

Appears like clouds
Attacks in solitude
Marches against you
Like an angry mob
Hails like an imminent storm
To dread you
To scare you

You reply like thundering clouds

Those emit lightning
With thunderclaps
Fall on earth
Get everything burnt
Whatsoever comes before

Keep the pressure of seismic waves

That jolt the earth plates
To tempest the Upper World

Be an underground active volcano

That searches for a hole
To divulge treasures

Get yourself administered

Like an institute
Within yourself
Raise a campaign against

Tell the problem

You are an inborn problem
Within yourself
An antidote

Bring about a political upheaval

Cover as much area as you can
Murder your fears at primus
Screw up your courage at secondus
Master this art up at tertius
Kill your hostility at quartus
Don't forget perking up at quintus

When deployed well to overcome

Start hailing
Double thundering
Upkeep all campaigns

Brandish your sword like Qasim

Be an armoury
A Rocket of Tipu
Invade with a dare-devil

Appear like a feast

Get into the mouth of enmity
Burst like a bomb
Into its stomach

Trapped if between
Devil and deep sea
Burn the boats

Stare like a truculent fearless bull

Who only aims at the target
Breathes from nostrils
Assaults ruthlessly
With conviction
But doesn’t yell

Do everything but foul play

Stop everything but fair play

Poem Title: I Am Virtue

I thrive against personal interests
I am endowed with the looking-ugliest gifts
I offer poverty, sickness, hunger
With intelligence and humanity compulsory

Dearth in sources and resources

With knowledge and inventions compulsory

I demand service with leniency and silence

With power and authority scarcely available
With unimaginable inevitable circumstances
Unknown source fallen fatigues

In examinations my name is loneliness

During your dark ages my name is fear
I eye-witnessed the kneeling down courages
Millions times

A constant attack on the strongest faith

The more you believe in me
The ugliest my face is

Though surely there is a time

You will be gifted the eyes
To see the straight paths
Its gifts
To see that no one will see
What you will do

No one will predict, prophesize

What you will do
No one will foresee
What you will do
No one will foresight
What you will do
No one will foretell
What you will do

I am a Saint of all Saints

I am nothing but God’s order
I am profession of Prophets
So be forewarned
I am such a Constant Power
Who does not treat anyone at comforts
Unless I refine them
I like people who are like me

I have my own criteria

To evaluate
To compute
To determine
My gifts are not free
The precious are not entrusted
With everyone
But to those who can disburse justice

So be attentive
Be forewarned
Vigilant
I tell you time and again

But listen
No stroke of mine is merciless
No assault of mine is lawless
One cannot smack of flaw in me
Strictly speaking
You will be rewarded for your deeds

You adhere to your misdeeds and misconducts

With self carved compulsions
Records of no practical deeds
Records of feigns, excuses and compulsions
Will be marked zero
Will be dealt strictly

Empty slogans of goodnesses

With no feasibility plans and practicals
Will be dealt accordingly

Since
I am virtue
I thrive against personal interests
I am endowed with the looking-ugliest gifts

Poem Title: Plot Of Vice

I am vice
I thrive on personal interests

I get into the hearts

Like scaring titled messages

Which throb hearts faster and faster

Adopt me or face the music
Do as directed or death
Keep half for half sacrifice
With only one meaning
Save yourself

In other words
Strictly speaking
Kill oneself
For executions - I remind you compulsions
I never put curtain on right paths

Those who listen me

I gift
I gift them my eyes
With those eyes
They see all lying gifts on those paths

It is those who disbelieve in virtue

It is those who deny the right
It is those who believe in me
It is those who believe in vice

I always get up in fine clothes

Costliest shoes, branded perfumes
Ideal life style, European etiquettes
Status symbol vines
To brag of
I allure them
Successfully misinterpret myself

I plot on the life page

A plot
Simplest to practice
Easiest in manner
With beautifully hidden dirt
As I am
Feasibly simple
Like a Jewish idea
Evergreen in defense
Quickest to lose in
Indulge in oneself
Such a fuddling inevitable filthy fiesta
Of which results are remorseful
Not atoneable
The more you indulge in
The more I fascinate you
A contraband barter trade
Will keep moving on ahead
But it is for those who are willing

I offer preference of personal interests

With hindsightedness and unsightedness at free
Blindness compulsory
Poem Title: From Town To Town

Take pity on orphans

Welcome trenchant language in reply
The more you act as directed in Deen
The more your soul will be refined
Get it practiced profusely
Besides you know
One must always be moderate
In one's needs and practices

Evils will start from your home

As Deen was started from home
Hostility will compel you
To be amongst disbelievers
Constrain you to earn wealth
More than your needs
You will be left alone
Life would be jeopardized
With sources and resources vanishing
Health breaking down
Diseases assaulting
Losing mechanism of machinery
Might be compelled to immigrate
From town to town
City to city
Country to country
Even one continent to others
Unless you surrender
To follow the world

This will be right time

To heave this weight
Be burdened or
Be ready
To be run over by this burden
On wrong times
The question
Whether He is or not
Teases us always
Keeps repeating within our mind

Where there is vice

There is virtue
Believe it
Poem Title: Governance

Hope
Governs the successful
Hopelessness
Governs the hopeless

Pettiness
Governs the petite
Tallness
Governs the tall

Poverty
Governs the poor
Wealth
Governs the rich

Jealousy
Governs the destitute
Superiority
Governs the super

Communism
Governs the Communist
Secularism
Governs
The secular
Modernism
Governs the infidel
Enlightenment
Governs the betrayed

They do not deign to call for prayer

They do condescend to explain Christianity
They do not deign to preach Islam
They do condescend to publish infidelity
To brag of Europe

All life they slave for nothingness

They keep their minds obsessed with them
They all die off forever

The patron patronize

Greatness
They are governed by His orders
They die on His orders
He livens them eternally
On the page of human history
Poem Title: They All Die Off

Some are slaves of wishes, desires

Others have them over dictators
Some give in before them
Others besieged by them

Some are their detainees

Others get themselves handcuffed
Some die by them
Others stabbed by them

Some have them idée fixe

Others craze for them
Some beg before them
Others compel themselves to beg

Some lose honor

Others sell nobility
Some purchase ignominy
Others hide it en vogue

Some serve for ego

Others carve it to stone
Some adore anger
Others do revenge
Some are serviles of personal interests
Others acclaim them as king
Some barter them with conscience
Others steel them to cherish
Some deify them
Others glorify

Some are pitiable victims of Europe

Others wish to be amongst them
Some mortgage faith to Europe
Others borrow secularism
Some root up traditions
Others sow modernism
Some erase religion in heart
Others stamp enlightenment

All life they slave for nothingness

They die on them
They all die off forever
The mean patronize
Meanness
They are governed by it
They die on it
He deadens them eternally
On the page of human history
Poem Title: The Sabre

Dictator wears black boots

Down the swift army suite
He always keeps a stick
And names it political flute

Everybody salutes him

When he attends meetings
He only nods the head to receive greetings

Everybody smiles him because of fears

His face remains dry even for the dears

For politics he is always right

For politicians he has no plight
Civilians, bureaucrats, judiciary all corrupt
But he is a man-of-upright
Poem Title: I Will Never Say Die

By the grace of God

I will never say die
Before my time reaches me
I must keep my courage mustered up
Keep every moment fully perking up
Blind trust in God

Ne'er allow this hostility to take over me

Not even in a single moment
To gloat over my protracted sickness

Or will not only tap my diseases

But also cause to break my aims
Before some humanimals
May God save me from the day
When I will be on the mercy of them
Neither I am a saturnine nor a looking blue
Neither I keep elephantine arrogance
Snobbish wishes
Nor I keep a rye hopelessness
An extreme pessimism

The strengthening enmity

Agglomerating hostility
The diapason
Hinting at jealousy openly
Though a symbolism of my growth
But do not guarantee my mundane success

They say
Diseases win the divinely propinquity
It is just an obvious

The thing that is firmly confirmed

I am going far away from me

Poem Title: I Will Never Acquiesce In

On one hand
I feel pains
Headache
Insomniac
Restlessness
A seizure
A capture
Over me
An obsessed loss
Who controls the body
Who claims
The target is impossible

These all symptoms

Metaphor me the hovering losses
They hallucinate in heart
Whisper in the ears
Create remnant images of lost war
Before my eyes
Put con questions
In my mind
To lose track of my targets
Divert my attention from my objectives

On the other hand

The nagging, whispering and eavesdropping
The spectators
The niggling blockade
Allude to pros and cons
The impossibilities
They come all antagonists round
Entwine around me circumstantial scenario
Turn their predictions into threats

Antagonists against me
Accelerate centrifugal forces
Release tremors in my revolutionary epicenter
To overturn the yacht
Intercept to ransack
To end my efforts in smoke

The physics
Of their relations
The bond of their power
With me
Is like
An atom carrying
Electron Neutron Proton

So a test of my adroitness buoyancy

The risk
Of sinking, floating and rising
Directly effective on mankind

Financial paralysis
Knitting palatial conspiracies
Cropping up unknown political upheavals
Noises piercing ears
Clamours to gather people
Drum beating noisily
The deafening reverberations
Hurdling in my education

Confusing cross fires

Purposeful distractions
To waist my time
To make me stand to reply
Treacherous mental torture
Inflicting physical torments

All tactics to achieve me loss

To siege me in my defense
To seize me from walking on right path
Are equal to freeze my soul

Know this
I will never acquiesce in silence
Will never bow against evil wishes
Will never sow a seed of wickedness
Will never allow against mankind
To overcome your fears

If they are evil

They must realize
The goodness
Neither dies
Nor radicalizes
It is evergreen
Perpetual, everlasting and
Lively
Poem Title: My Love Is Still Alive

You!
Remorseful eyes, sewed lips
Stoopy face, maddened hair
Disheveled thoughts
Straightened circumstance
Feeling forlorn, saddened heart with unrequited love
Unreciprocated, uninvited, innerly devoid of tender feelings
A completely hit, a barren land

Medley of
Beauty, depression, sorrows, romance
Tensed structured
Beautifully contoured

Now
Counter-claim for love?
Submitting to stoop?
Beggar for lost love?

Remember?
Landed in self secluded haughtiness
Bust of selfishness, contempting to condescendence
Deserting veteran, flirtatious, a nothing for humanity
A sophisticated trap for a callow
Scarcely romantic, barely steadfast, hardly human
You!
A statue of callous, shamelessness, hardheartedness
Deaf to - a dying for insistence
Blind to feelings

See?
Neither it's me nor it's you
But a mere varying of time

A change radicalized your stone heart

That compelled you to kneel down
And blow up your love
Once an embodied statue of snobbism

Anyhow
Come hither!
Let me give you a deep hug
My love is still alive
Poem Title: Dialogues With The Love

I said: I love you!

The love said: Thou art poor
I said: My heart is rich
The love said: Thy hands are empty
I said: My head is prolific of knowledge
The love said: Thine belly is empty thee acknowledgeth?

I said: My heart is replete with emotions for you

The love said: Without vanity it is in graveyard like tree yew
I said: Since long there are some dreams in my eyes
The love said: The dreams are not real but always cause to
stream

I said: look! My eyes are about to overflow

The love said: The eyes are to overflow
I said: “love conquers all”, I heard
The love said: It is mere chant

I said: look! The gathering clouds are rich in signs

The love said: They are transient
I said: Let us hug each other and forget the grief
The love said: Hugging could not instill the passions

I said: The night is young

The love said: Vanity makes every night young
I said: You do not like me, it is true, but I beg to the
Omniscient
I may not forget you!

Poem Title: Denial For The Love

The Love said: I love you!

I replied: You are deaf to love
The Love said: Lessons taught me a lot
I replied: It's not enough
The Love begged: Enough far enough, plea mercy!
I replied: The merciless are not mercied upon

The Love said: Now my heart is replete with emotions for you
I replied: Time engendered change in you, so in me too
The Love said: What about those dreams?
I replied: The dreams are not real but always cause to stream

The Love said: look! My eyes are about to overflow

I replied: Bear the agony of eyes when overflow
The Love said: “Love conquers all” Once you claimed
I replied: It was overruled, nulled remember?

The Love said: look! The gathering clouds are rich in signs
I replied: They are for me and who loves me
The Love said: Let us hug each other and forget the grief
I replied: It is your grief, a gift, your actual belongings

The Love said: The night is young

I replied: My all nights are Shabarat and days are Eid
The Love said: You do not hat me but cannot own me
And she added more: Now you are not you but a rubbed lover

I replied: I rubbed myself now no one can rob me of

The Love said: I did not rub Me within me, so got myself
stolen
And she added more: Abandoned, marooned and robbed of
Poem Title: Monologue of the love

Wherever you are please hear!

The loud cry of your love my dear
This city seems deserted
When heart counts passed years

The severities of grief

Revealed me very clear
When this soul started to bear
The long nights, repentance and tears

I concede my mistakes now

Rise like the darkest clouds of love
You will win me this time dear

I was befuddled by the gloss of money

Which is not constant sunny
Let us raise a JAM of love
To inspire our demised souls
Poem Title: Burn The Pages

Rub the words!

Or burn the pages
One by one

Before it spreads
Same as fire does
In the jungle

Let us burry them in a river

Or in this black earth
Altogether
Last time
To get together

Before they know it

That there was a delicate relation
Between us
Which was too delicate to break
Delicate like your promises
Poem Title: Or Burn A Single Page

No need to rub a word!

Or burn a single page

Let this news spread

Same as fire does
In the jungle

No need to burry them in a river

Or in this black earth
Altogether
Last time only to show the people?
That we got together?

Let them know

That it was you
Who broke the promises

Let them know

It was you
Who absolved yourself from promises

It was you
Who backed out of your words utterly
Which once given

It is you
Who deserve all this
Whispering by them
After the fall of our sky high love

Between us
There was a strongest relation
But only from my side

There was a strongest relation

But not stronger than your immovable heart

Poem Title: Gifts From Hell

Learn 'Tell A Lie'

Get 'Denial truth' optional
Practise 'Hypocracy'
Book 'The deepest floor in hell' complimentary
Praise 'The amongst disbelievers'
Spread 'Satanics' at free

Be adept in 'Backbiting'
Get you name in 'Initiate vice' at free

Pay attention to 'Safe yourself selfishly'

Get 'Walk on others brutally' at free
Remember 'Forget God'
Get 'Ignorance' at free

Have 'Least faith In God'

Get 'Profuse faith in Satan' obligatory
Implement 'Directions from hell'
Get 'Reject directions' at free

Have 'Siding with the poor'

Get 'Worldly hostility' at free

So
Habituate yourself with goodness
Be hard for evilness
Poem Title: For The Huntsman

Vice keeps boomerang way

It bangs the prey
Brings it down
Backfires the huntsman
As well

But in all cases

Becomes Achilles' Heel
Sooner or later
For the huntsman
Poem Title: Battlefield

Battlefield chases fugitive from life

Poem Title: It Is Grievances

It is grievances
Who have always been my guests
Sometimes hosted me

Happiness always betrayed

Derided me
Hatred resided in the heart
So the fast friend

The doom knocked at the door

I opened it
He entered
Since the day
The most persistent
To love me
Insistent to hug me

The luck ran away with perishables

Finding the door opened
The rebellious insistent to get freedom

The sleep awaited for

Eyes to blink
She made off with comforts

The sleeplessness
Awaited for the doors
To be opening
The long lasting one
Since the day living there
Cherishing the eyes

Needs dwell at my threshold

Wishes made off with dreams
The poor heart is empty
My mind is full with intensions

Now
A moment for sadness!

Motherhood tiptoed
Brotherhood pirouetted
Sisterhood turncoated
Their pillars
Injustices to play
Intruders to resort
Ignobility to shield
Shouldering evils ever
All bringing on to gang up on
My buoyancies
My poverty bounced
Failures to ponder over
The edges were to sharpen myself or
To be cut by them

So
It is grievances
By the grace of God
Poem Title: Who Heaves Not Burden

Who heaves not burden

Runs over by the rubble
Poem Title: His Secrets Of Universe

Get yourselves united from within

You could unite from without
When united from without
He would unveil His secrets of universe
Poem Title: I Wish To Wish

I wish to wish
A wish
And I wish now!
In the life

Would that something were happened!

But not to happen means
That something had already happened

Happened opposite as I wished

Intruding into this wishful life
This opposition does not bring on me
To scatter rather to get me together
Though my words may look like carrying
Drooping posture, drooping spirits
Melancholy, grief and broken at heart
Looking blue and fatigued by this sadness
But it is not like that
I am smiling
The happiest one
I am

These treasures are with me

Promising in siding with me
Standing steadfast, firm in my bad times
I made them my fast friends
Since they insist to live within the heart

A place where no body aspired ever

To live forever
Although I wish still
Would that something were happened
Happened as I wished

Now
Guess what I wish?
I wish!
Alas this wish should keep intact!
Sealed, unfulfilled
Evergreen, as incomplete as it was

So that I should keep struggling

To discover, uncover, unearth the facts
Those lie in human hearts
Whether to see me in their hearts
Or to do something for mankind
This is a wish
What I always wish to wish
Poem Title: Many Wrote Out On Boats

Many wrote out on sailor and boat

Much written out on sail and sea
Much written out on honey and bee
Many written out on culprit and flee

Many written out on politics and parliament

Many written out on jail and bail
Much written out on storm and hail

Much written out on days and weeks

Much written out on crops and heaps
Hey, evening and roads
Banners, plates and signboards

Much written out on winners and beatens

Dishes, platters saltish and sweeten’
Many wrote out on air and waters
Much written out on saunterers, ratter and trotters

Many wrote out on evolution of revolution

Much written out on environmental pollution
Raving slogan, vociferating calls
Clamorous campaigns
Enough of putting up banners

Let us change the writing pattern

Light the lamps, torches and lantern
Requests are just dust bin papers
Who will pay heed?
Take them down
We will lead
Who will take off the curtain from faces
It is time to initiate the faster paces
Need write out on feudal lords
Sticks, bridles, lessons giving rods
Politicians fraudulent
Bureaucratic frauds

Time to quote a page

Black army age
A line from “My Brother”
Historical drama stage’

Unfathomable thanks
Kansas University pranks
The speech turned into puns
By rector, monks and nuns
In open disregard of the nation
Praising in the American passion
Let us behead this mission
This panicking about aggression
Poem Title: The Act That Beautifies You

The act that beautifies you

Shapes your beauty
Adds something to your beauty
Is my love
Poem Title: It Seemed To Have Passed Centuries

It seemed to have passed centuries

Coming out of the past methought
Poem Title: It Would End Quarrels And Strife

The easiest act to be a Muslim simply

The least form in mankind
For you it lasts no harm
To persuade yourself for preaching charm

Take a step to be a model

Second step is to teach others
See thyself ere you preach others

Be a modest in the life

It would end quarrels and strife
Extreme engenders destruction mere
The world is not for fun and fare

Zakrian extreme is a worthwhile trait

It does have a place in our Deen
The time requires of us the moderation
Please we do need self purgation
Poem Title: O Dear Night

O dear night
The dark one
With thy starry face
I love you!

You are with me for long times

Every time
You draw on your Time

O Time, Time, Time!

Whether I was rich, poor or moderate
Whether I was happy, sad or ill

You remained same

Ever-dark, perpetual, fast, bosom friend
I always slept with you
You aye outstretched your arms
Hugged me, kissed me, rolled me on bed
Fell me unconscious of this world
In moments I lose myself in you
You are my darling
I am your affectionate

You are a fruit

To the thirsties for life
Love for lovelorns
A heavenly reward for the deservings

For thousands of centuries

You remained passive
With a secret silent unspoken word
But delivering message
The love
Which you uphold within you for all

You seen millions of travellers

Group of groups' caravans wearied
Refuged themselves in your cradle of silence
Witnessed ages of penalties
Of God's rage
The suffrages of mankind

Time engendered all these unseen scenes

But could not affect your youth
You are still dark dark
Dark blue
Beautifully starred

For example
Par example
Par excellence

A virgin bride-like gift

For a king of heart
You are my darling
I am your affectionate
There was a darling
Whom I loved
There was a darling
Who loved me

The varying of time

The gloss of wealth
Did affect

There was a time

She claimed love
Owned me
Thoued me

There was a time

I reciprocated warmly
Thoued her

There came a time

She disowned me

There is no such time

To disown her

But you always embraced me

With open arms extended
I wish embrace you
Into the heaven

Poem Title: Obviously

The reality
Obviously I failed to win your love
But truth is contrary to it
It is you who lost my love
Poem Title: One To My 'Self' The Other To 'Me'

Tasting of the forbidden crop

Expelled from the Heaven
It started seeds to sow
Grass to mow
All day work
With no Mon Salwa

It was a little mistake

With long prolonged posterity suffrage
For what they did nothing
But still undergoing a hardship

Brother murdered the brother

Injustices, playing upon of younger ages
Prevalence of elderly rights
Encroachments illegal, confiscations forcibly
Constant battle between power and authority
Saint and Satan
Ex cathedral

O God!
The All-Knowing my Lord
The Greatest Justice Disburser
Is this the justice of Yours?

My heart vociferated against me

Urged to search it
Searched, searched
Searched, scratched
Found

Found cornered hidden vices

Covered with the strongest of all metallic alloyeds
Topped a layer of worldly tastes, enjoyments
Jollifications
With a layer of agony of ego
Opened and found
The selfishness, injustices, personal interests
Opened and found
Wrapped black misdeeds
Hiding my all qualities

To open it
It needed patience, tolerance
Sympathy, empathy for Mankind
Maintaining, upkeeping the vices pressure
On me with strongest faith
It required full fledge giving
Giving and forgiving
Only for the sake of God
Same as Happy Prince

With this I found

Selflessness, submitting, justices
Rather stainless, sublimed
All virtues material

Probed hard into it

Failed to adapt to myself
Myself efforts culminated in here
All knowledge and its means

I conferred with my teacher

Who taught a lesson to search from within
And to keep searching from within
Then cautioned me against my Jahalat
A key to unlock my vices' universe
Then handed me over an Impartial Hammer
A method to adept myself to virtues
And accented me to keep practicing them

Impressed on my mind
Hammered it with that hammer
Once and again
And acted on his advices triumphantly

It opened a door leading to two paths

One to My 'Self' leading to the Selflessness
The other to 'Me'

The Me Door drove me upto my Jahalat

Whereas the Self door drove me upto the Selflessness

The latter was

Lenient, moderate
Serving others
Kindhearted, sympathetic empathetic
Considerate and much concerned about Man
Always resorting consideration
But predictable

The former was

Rather extremist in manners
Pitiable on me
Only pathetic for me
Feeble and fragile all the time
Wretched, downcast and despondent
Ostentatious and flamboyant
Too optimistic
Too pessimistic
Too much fluctuating
Indescribable
Discordant to reality
Finally
Unpredictable

Poem Title: Oppositions

Nobility prevails against ignobles die

Ignobility takes over nobles die
Poem Title: The Self

We like the honest

Are we honest?
We expect the civility of others
Do we keep it for others?

We like the perfect

Are we perfect?
We like the beauty
Do we keep it for others?

How we like the rich

Are we rich enough?
We search these values in others
Do we keep any of them?
Which we find in others
Poem Title: The State Of Decaying

The state of decaying

That deforms your beauty
Lessens something from your beauty
You being without my love
Poem Title: Vices And Virtues Deeds And Misdeeds

Day is about to dawn

The night doing off the dark gowns
Birds begin to pray
In every parks and lawns

All trees look on genuflexion

With closed eye birds are chirping in trees
Mosques are calling for prayers
On hearing the merging voices
Flowers are oscillating on the boughs of plants
All Karees of the day
Calling the fearless man to obey
What God has ordered
Hither you will not stay
Be prepared for the day
When nothing would be borrowed

When all friends would be in need

But none of them will befriend indeed
All records would be opened intact
Vices and virtues, deed and misdeed

When all mothers would be there

None of them would take our care
But those who feared Allah
They would be happy: They would be spared

There would be a class vexed and worried

With their virtues dead and buried
Who tempered the meaning of the Holy Book
Who tempered the meaning of the Prophet's Tradition

There would be a class happy and thrilling

For intentions, practices once who were willing
Those professed Islam and deified Allah
As they were directed by the Last Prophet

Poem Title: History Repeats

Retrospect the eventuating takeovers
Before taking over
Poem Title: Why Not Believing In Virtue

Believing in vice?
Why not believing in virtue?
There is nothing unfailing and constant
So why should not be virtue?
Poem Title: Lose I Within We

Let us lose ‘I’ within ‘we’

Sow a seed of virtue tree
Poem Title: Sherry's habbits

Sherry likes to eat rice

She talks too much of mice

She is also fond of eating

And often found busy in meetings

She is now of ten years

Still like to play with bears
One thing that you must know
Her real name is Sheharbano

But she is usually called as Sherry

Due to watching the toons of Tom and Jerry

Poem Title: Truth Belittles Me

This denial turned unbeliever disbeliever
Speaking truth appeared to have belittled me
Poem Title: The Days We Passed

Whose face still appears before eyes?

For whom this heart throbs?
Who spread like the darkest clouds?
On the skies of thought

It is the one
Who pervaded this body
With her floral odors
Who knows the gathering of clouds
Who knows well the moments of silence
And the language of eyes

But!
It is the one
Who disowns now
The moment we shared
The days we passed