Category Archives: Material World

Never Complete

Never complete
Always looking for
A choice, the best
To fulfill the unfulfilled
Never true
Always in a world of illusion
Wearing a mask.

Try once
Stand naked
Bare without make up
And you know yourself
In this vast world
Totality is nothing
But completeness
A destination
Which you don’t go after,
A period after any dream.

Don’t dream and that is
The destination
Live now…
Now or never,
Feel now, fulfill now
Or never, ever.

Record Break

Clean, wash dirty linen
In public-
Fall the tower twin.
Clean, shave,
Escape foolish wrath
In public-

Clean. Sterile Being
Does that heal?

Clean, chits hurt. Hire and
Fire for no faults
Nevertheless,
To grab benefits.
What sort?
Clean cuts underhand
Some peanuts from new agents-
Clean drive teamwork. Precision Cricket
Hi-jack peaceful existence
In air, land and seas-

Clean exterior of the cups.
Clean outside
Countenances shine
Adulterine
Cash, sex, crime,
Holy woods, trash hits
Clean looks of filmy stars. Boom, bang.
Stink interior, membranes, grime.
Many clean men and women
Cannot resist-

Clean. Brakes, Lifesavers!

Clean offers to join political box offices-
Clean tricks that fox the gullible.
In public,
Clean and colourful-
Promises made to be broken.
Wow! Record breaks!

Routine

Morning hour,
no job done,
the voices soar, alone;
I am in mourn,
streaked by thoughts, sour;
thinking of this sojourn,
when will I ever learn?
I retreat,
retrace my home,
lost in thoughts,
an air of solitude rots,
open the curtains,
sun shines,
between the two old pines,
then again the moment lull,
as if the mind is full,
and body is not,
then I close my eyes,
dark from sun’s spice,
I surmise
I am at the skies,
me alone,
happy,
then the alarm sappy,
forms my thunder,
I wake up, an aura of splendour,
then the fresh life,
stale tea.

Career in Sales

In the mid of night,
While the noise falls sleep;
The moon is high
And the dark is painted deep.

With no dreams to visit,
Like a tour to empty space;
Sleep is just a splitting comma,
Between two frustrating phase.

With a broken compass,
Enthusiasm has gone hollow;
Don’t know where am I heading,
Just a travelling program to follow.

Sometimes I scare myself,
Cos I cant find me;
Stranger is all I hear,
Stranger is all I see.

Lest the day is over,
Like a thorn hill I tread;
Si I yearn for the lonely night;
Like the life after dead.

Imprisoned in a time warp,
Fallen for a one way trap;
You may call it earning livelihood,
I just know its holy cow’s crap.

Dreams are big casualty,
Surrendered is my desire;
Vision was once my pride,
Now leftover is just smoke of wet fire.

Flames of creativity once roared the sun,
Heart and brain of others was once my aim;
Now sales and numbers is all I do,
Jugglery is all I game.

The great wizard

What a plentiful store of toys!
Have in you, oh! world!
To fascinate us little kids
To thine twisting ways varied
Thou the great wizard!
With the spell of thy magic
Charms us to forget our goal
And hold us spell bound to you
How many pranks you play
With these little candid kids
And how thou play hide and seek
Make us weep and laugh
How thou fill vessels various with
Sweet and bitter as you wish
Hasten we for the choice
Often find we the bitter one
Fly we high on the fortune’s wing
Fall we flat our wings so burnt
Pant we, lie we with aching limbs
And thou laugh at our sorry plight
Strive we hard to reach our goal
But thou keep it at arms length
Keep us strive and get alive
Busy, thus perfecting the Act
The short span of life
Do we spend in thine pleasure
Make us love thou more and more
In tears do we bade farewell.

Black Blood

Free the paining soul from the earthly bondage,
You are destiny’s child, not a bird in a cage,
With black blood running in your veins,
And a yelling heart throbbing in your brain,
Cigarette filters adorn the grey ash-tray,
An album of ‘Black Sabbath’ on your table, to
Devil you pray,
Holy minds – you disdain with fear,
In your own mind, you want peace but your thoughts jeer,
Running spirits, unholy tears,you take a peek in you,
No place in your heart for beauty, no place for the morning dew,
Life is a horrifying bloodstain on the milky-white floor,
You see blood, you see the devil, you see
Yourself in the Dead Sea shore,
Life cuts life a knife, but that’s what you call joy
Its the brain-child of Satan, its hell’s own boy-
And then you see the darkening sun dawning
In your mind
You feel the black blood running in your veins, you
Feel the world’s so blind.

Music of Poverty

Night has spread a shroud on the day
Stars! a colourful wreath on the sky
Crickets mourn the death of daylight.
The mother sat at threshold of her hut
Children drew her to the hearth cold
Alien to fire and fume for a long time.
Hunger withstands no dry philosophy
It’s mellow melancholic string music
A verse full of grumbles and anguish
A churning chorus with a burning hum.
Cheering came from castles nearby
Old wine foaming out the goblet’s brim
Belching that follows a hearty meal full
Speech sounds rattles in drunken stupor
Gruesome snores lulled a slumber and
Music poured out as the humming sea
Sings a dirge on a dead shark, floating.
Mother watched the children sleeping
Bedewed with tears of melted sorrows
Famished children lurched in the sleep
Her sighs permeated music of poverty
Heavy heart drummed notes of throes!
Helplessness danced with her shadow
Huddled up she sat, a silhouette of fatigue.

History

History has no future
And each future has a definite history
Tomorrow’s future is the history the day after
But still, today’s history has no future

What a paradox is this
Today has bearing on tomorrow
And tomorrow is because of today
But the day after, yesterday is insignificant,
And sometimes irrelevant.

This is law of the nature
Climb up the ladder
And forget the ladder
Given a chance, kick the ladder too.

Some call this maturity,
Some call this experience,
Some others call it wisdom.

Answer is only with the Almighty
(Who is most witty)

Dream on…

Dream on, when the skies are dark, and the tide is high,
When the children cry, and the mighty die,
When God forsakes, and pain elevates,
Dream on, dream on, dream on… until you can’t Dream at all…
Dream on when the flowers wither, and the humane die.
Dream on when innocence is lost and compassion costs.
Dream on when evil beckons your soul, and when money ends up as thy main goal.
Dream on when all else fails, and dream on when devils hail.
Dream on when angels are tortured, and dream on when armageddon is a distant future.
Dream on when sinners are rewarded and when saints are sacrificed.
Dream on when deceit is in vogue, and dream on when loyalty becomes an old age thing
Dream on when the greedy are in control, and the needy are in despair.
Dream on when the future slips away from your hands, and when your eyes can’t contain its tears,
Dream on when you lose your hope,
Dream on when your sanity is lost,
Dream on, dream on, dream on until you can’t dream at all…
Dream on, dream on, dream on until your dream surpasses it all…

How far do I run?

Following up some vague foot trails,
In sun burnt dead dessert sand,
In search of unknown, untouched solace.
The emptiness of infinitely vast sky,
Just a little example of my desolate soul.

Wandering up through the vast blue oceans,
Hiding from every dark scary night.
Searching for tranquility in the oceans heart
But after end of every rolling-rising tide,
Its just the cries of hatred that I find.

Fighting my way thru large human commune,
In midst of pain, hunger and jealousy.
Searching for innocent eyes, to cast a spell of love
But with every stranger that I pass,
It’s just the burden of tears that I get.

Now how far do I need to run?
To catch up with eternal guiding star.
To lead me on and on, forever
To find a cradle of love to rock my way.
Is this life just a run?

A new version of me

‘Jehad! Jehad!’ there was a cry in the skies,
As they fell the tower of might,
Blood gushing from their toes,
Into the head,
Onto their eyes in broad daylight.
Severed, charred,
Blood soaked souls blew up into atoms,
With roasted human flesh,
Burnt with anger and grief,
For a cause one never fathoms.
Regular day. Bright day. Spotless.
Coffee mugs in hand, ‘Another day!’
As the birds approached,
A heart skipped a beat somewhere,
Another hopelessly melted away.
Bodies, desperate and fear struck,
Trembling skin, dying heart,
Jump to kiss mother earth,
Hold me.
Take me away, for life is now a flesh mart.
Holy war.
Against whom? Me? You? God? Earth?
Questions with no answers,
Sure as sunshine, clear as crystal,
The land is wet with the sweat of demons.
The day it rained blood,
Apocalypse again,
The angels of death were set free,
Breathing the stench of human souls,
Smoking out everything holy.
I look into the mirror and see,
A man who saw it all happen,
Death’s ugly naked dance under the sun,
Like versions of the machine change everyday,
I know I will change him too one day. Amen.

A new version of me

‘Jehad! Jehad!’ there was a cry in the skies,
As they fell the tower of might,
Blood gushing from their toes,
Into the head,
Onto their eyes in broad daylight.
Severed, charred,
Blood soaked souls blew up into atoms,
With roasted human flesh,
Burnt with anger and grief,
For a cause one never fathoms.
Regular day. Bright day. Spotless.
Coffee mugs in hand, ‘Another day!’
As the birds approached,
A heart skipped a beat somewhere,
Another hopelessly melted away.
Bodies, desperate and fear struck,
Trembling skin, dying heart,
Jump to kiss mother earth,
Hold me.
Take me away, for life is now a flesh mart.
Holy war.
Against whom? Me? You? God? Earth?
Questions with no answers,
Sure as sunshine, clear as crystal,
The land is wet with the sweat of demons.
The day it rained blood,
Apocalypse again,
The angels of death were set free,
Breathing the stench of human souls,
Smoking out everything holy.
I look into the mirror and see,
A man who saw it all happen,
Death’s ugly naked dance under the sun,
Like versions of the machine change everyday,
I know I will change him too one day. Amen.

The I. T. Boom

Everywhere, there’s the IT boom
A whole company in a single room
No godown, no container, no factory at all
Some people to employ and computers to install
Export and import on the computer itself
No books, no files, not a single shelf
And to bid bye to the stress
Need a gym? Oh yes.
No people to visit, no contacts to maintain
Only websites and portals
And a lot to gain
Yahoo to mindzones to Hrithik and more
With a dotcom company, you can really soar
We have a Hitec city
Pakistan doesn’t, what a pity.
It’s an icing, the IT industry
On India’s pastry.

World

Pain lies here in the heart
Where should I go to see peace
There are people in need of help
But why doesn’t anybody care
Where is the love that the whole world wants to be in,
Has the world become so selfish that
They can see only close ones to give love and concern.
Why if the world is truly such a beautiful place there are hungry faces here and there.
Why doesn’t anybody care
Care to feed them
Care to give them love
Care to free them from what they are going through.
Save this world
Please save its beauty
Save it or not is now only in your hands.

V.I.P.

Let the VIP come into your home
but don’t let him in his way;

Let him have a meaning
but don’t let him alone to mean;

Let him be your soul
but don’t let him to become a sword;

Let him have an end
but don’t let him to justify his end;

Let him to unveil himself
but don’t let him to be a VIP

Let us see who the VIP is
YES! the VIP is MONEY!!!