Showing posts with label Poemz corner.... Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poemz corner.... Show all posts

Friday, December 9, 2011

ThE BeSt Of MaTeS...

These bonding hearts will be broken,
These sharing thoughts will be stolen,
These pinky promises will be riven,
Those innocent faces will be exposed,
Those warming hugs will be cold,
Those loving words will be choked.

Ready to play the wager of life?
Ready to slay on the tip of knife?
Don't say u have not been warned!
Accept it,
Or ready to be conned!

Time changes people,
It cripples you from your steeple,
It reveals the poker faces,
Cleaving our very soul,
Blinding us with it's invisible fold.

Still wanna trust these people?
Still wanna please the reaper?
Don't say u have not been warned!
Accept it,
Or ready to be conned!

Yes, believing the people will give us a way,
To change the history of people's way,
Will set an example on steppingstone,
Wobbly, yes!
But better know,
Trusting them will help us save,
A life out of it's corrupted ways.

Yes, I want to bet it on life,
Ready to be fond rather than conned!!

Friday, April 8, 2011

I M SorrY FaTher....

I am sorry father,
Coz what I did,
Was totally not acceptable.



Don't know from where,
That arrogance came.
Please forgive me,
Coz that was totally not my aim.
Afore I was good,
Don't know what made me,
Loose my bliss.
This world changed me to a hound,
The Satan inside was not bound.
It erupted with a force unknown,
It was certainly not me but--
A Satan's clone.
My inner soul is lost,
 In this deadly world,
Which really did cost me a lot.

I am sorry father,
Coz what i said,
was totally not acceptable.


Anger for my soul,
Is a state so blind,
The darkness within me,
Came out and shine.
Don't know what this age,
Has done to me,
What made me engage,
Into this bad deed.
My sincerity is lost,
In this maze of life.
Now, my feelings are not genuine,
but-----cold.

I am sorry father,
Coz what was,
Certainly wrong.


This mental state,
That you had to bore,
Was not for yours to endure,
Was not worthy of your soul.
I am the culprit,
I am the 'choor',
In my list to bad deeds,
That was another score.
I want to be what,
I used to be,
Being happy n merry,
And making people glee.
The love you gave me,
Had no bound,
But the pain you felt,
Had no ground.
I didn't mean it by heart.....
To make you part.
Believe me, coz even I,
Wanted to make you proud,
Had the will, the strength,
But didn't know what made me bound.

Believe me i didn't mean it by heart,
I will love you till we part,
But before that day comes...
I am sorry father,
Please don't be sad,
Please forgive me,
Coz what i did was bad.......
                                                                            (written by me to my father)

Sunday, February 13, 2011

AnOtHeR SOuL SwAys AwAy....

      
 That last breath that took the soul away, 
Led the soul to the another place far......
 far away.
But still the soul couldn't find its place,
Coz the relative were on its chase.
Crying...... crying all along,
Wanted to catch,
And place it were it once belonged.
The tears were just a tear,
It was not a gear,
That could make the soul fear.
The body lay lifeless,
That made the relatives motionless,
Praying ... and praying for the soul,
To help it reach its goal,
The eyes swollen,
The hands frozen.....
But still not enough to touch and see,
A sight that could never make us glee,
But the hardest thing to cope with,
Was the face that won't be seen anymore....
                                         (Written by me)

Thursday, October 14, 2010

IQBALIAT.....























AYE IBN E ADAM......

Aye Ibn e Adam!
Ek teri chahat hai aur ek meri chahat hai
Magar hoga wohi jo meri chahat hai
Pas agar tu ne supard kar diya us ke
Jo meri chahat hai
To mein bakhsh doonga wo bhi
Jo teri chahat hai
Par agar tu ne naafarmani ki us ki
Jo meri chahat hai
To mein thaka doonga tujh ko us mein
Jo teri chahat hai
Phir ho ga wohi
Jo meri chahat hai

Sunday, October 10, 2010

$tiLL I RiSe....



You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise. 

Saturday, October 9, 2010

A HUMAN SOLUTION...

This world belongs
To you and I
The oceans, seas
Lands and sky

So why do people
Seek to destroy
This very planet
We’re supposed to enjoy

With greenhouse gases
And high pollution
It is only we humans
That has the solution

So start with your rubbish
Try and recycle it
And at least you’ll know
You are helping a bit

And in case you decide
To give it a miss
Go out in the garden
And try to do this

Take a deep breath
Lay on the grass
Look up at the sky
And watch the clouds pass

This is the earth
And there is only one
So let’s try and maintain it
For generations to come

By James

4 those who left the great PAKISTAN....

Sunday, October 3, 2010

From the Heart of a Kashmiri......

Eye to Eye

look into my eyes
and tell me what you see
you don't see a damn thing
'cause you can't possibly relate to me

you're blinded by our differences
my life makes no sense to you
i'm the persecuted Kashmirian
you're the indian orange, green and white

each day you wake in tranquillity
no fears to cross your eyes
each day i wake in gratitude
thanking God He let me rise

you worry about you education
and the bills you have to pay
i worry about my vulnerable life
and if i'll survive another day

your biggest fear is getting ticketed
as you cruise your cadillac
my fear is that the tank that just left
will turn around and come back

you blame me for defending myself
against the way of------
i'm terrorized in my own land
and i'm the terrorist?


you think you know all about terrorisn=m
but you don't know it the way i do
so let me define the term for you
and teach you what you thought you knew

i've known terrorism for quite some time
sixty years and more
it's the fruitless garden uprooted in my yard
it's the bulldozer in front of my door
terrorism breathes the air i breathe
it's the checkpoint on my way to school
it's the curfew that jails me in my own home
and the penalties of breaking that curfew rule

terrorism is the robbery of my land
and the torture of my mother
the imprisonment of my innocent father
the bullet in my baby brother
so indians, don't tell me you know about
the things i feel and see
i'm terroriezed in my own land
and the blame is put on me

but i will not rest, i shall never settle
for the injustice my people endure
kashmir is our land and there we'll remain
until the day our homeland is secure

and if that time shall never come
then we will never see a day of peace
i will not be thrown from my own home
nor will my fight for justice cease

and if i am killed, it will be in kashmir
it's written on my every breath
so in your own patriotic
word
give me liberty or give me death

Friday, September 3, 2010

Don't Know Why???

This life is too short to make and accelerate relations,
I don't know why people break the developed ones.
This life is too short to say something to loved ones,
I don't know why people keep silence for a long period.
This life is too short to make real friends,
I don't know why people break friendships.
Think before it's too late,
Today, is time,
 Nobody knows about next moment,
Because life can't wait,
And death is never late......

I Wish I Could Go Back To The Streets Of Time....

I want to go back to the time,
When happiness means a bar of chocolate,
When victory means finishing my plate 1st,
When safety means being in my Mom's arms,
When Dad's shoulder were,
The highest place on earth & touching the roof in his strong arms,
Meant high above the sky,
When the only things broken were my toys,
 When goodbyes only meant till tomorrow,
When i loved everybody and every one loved me,
I wish i could go back...
I WISH.....

DARK MOMENTS...

Dark moments of life sliding in my sleeves,
I try to keep them away, 
Far off the crease,
But now or then they succeed in their way,
Make me remember those cheated life's play,
When we used to think a delighted moment,
And life pushed us to the edge by a warrant,
All we showed was a hard painful smile,
But no one really know's whats my style,
I can't be too far from my goal I think,
 And i though before too,
Before my thought was ruined in a blink,
I clutched my hand with sad anger,
And did not let those thought linger,
For i fear nothing,
But fear itself,
I do not care about the world,
And one day for that i will smile down upon it as it swirled,
And it will be then damned in hell,
While i will be the one to liquefy it will.

The Weird World.....

I've seen castles made out of sand,
Met people who believe destiny is engraved on the palm of their hands,
I've seen people change their faith,
Experienced love change into hate,
I've seen people grow younger with age,
A bird who wouldn't fly out of an open cage,
I've seen love sold for money,
People who are devastated inside but outside they're funny,
I've seen the unicorn fall in love with the toad,
People who owned  half the city have now hit the road,
I've learned to expect the unexpected,
Perfection doesn't exist,
We're all defected,
Everyone cry,
Some just hide their tears,
They say coal turns diamond over a thousand years,
Someone may believe you are one in a million,
For others you are just another nobody in the billion.....

A PUPPET OF CLAY.....

 Often, as I look through my old window,
Wonder, from where does this wind blows,
There must be someone who made trees,
And then made them move to and fro,
Often as I look into the burning sun,
I start to think of HIM.
 The Greatest One He is the creator and the protector of all!
I am the creator and the protector of none!
He gave me eyes to see His grace,
He gave me a tongue just to praise,
Today, as I think of my bad deeds,
All selfish talks and my worldly greeds,
My eyes get filled with tears and shame,
With pain and sorrow, my heart bleeds,
For how long in this world will i stay?
Surely, i'll have to leave one day,
With the passage of time, i 've realized,
I am nothing but,
A PUPPET OF CLAY!