Khan Sahab Key Naam (For Imran Khan) !

 

The winds of change are blowing 

the spirit of our nation

is being breathed in again!  

For,

A warrior has risen in our midst, 

ready to break free

the shackles of bondage

with the stroke of his “Bat” most famed !

For

he comes with a vision revolutionary!

A vision

True to Iqbals Dreams & Quaid’s words ! 

A vision of Justice !

Humanity !

OF

 

Self Esteem ! &  Love !

So rise

Oh youth of my land ! 

Rise!

To quench these flames of hell !

Bring forth the tsunami of your young blood !

&

wash away the 

 pains of your land

with “Junoon” unrestrained ! 

 

 

 

 

*Junoon :- Passion , obsession 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of Writer’s Block & Poets !

Writing poetry about not being

able to write poetry

is what being a poet is all about

for it is a prime example

of our blashphemous nature

our rebellious thoughts !

our need for truth in all our works !

For

poets are but a glass full of

turbulant emotions,

poured into words !

intoxicating free spirits ,

Lovers !

those who choose drunkeness over

sobriety of this world !

For I am a Faqir of your Shrine…….

dhamaal by sufi

My beloved,

the beating of your heart

is the “dhol” that guides

the “dhamaal” of my love!

For I am a Faqir of

your Shrine

A Qalandri

of your Divine Love!

So come,

let me dance

under the canopy of your embrace!

So that we may whirl & twirl

into a mass of love,

A union of both spiritual

& earthly frames !

Untill at last we climax

to a stop !

Intoxicated with each other

in a state of self realisation

free from lust !

dhol:- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dhol

dhamaal:- subcontinent version of sufi whirling , fusion of bhangra and sufi whirling !

Faqir:-http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fakir

Qalandari:- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qalandar

Prism Of Emotions

Credit- Google Image

When the wine flows fast &

memories replay slow

I dream of the past &

nostalgic colours  flow

A spectrum of emotions

reflect

 through the prism of my soul ,

painting the landscape of my life

with

Love Crimson & Gold,

Happiness Amber & Bold

Sadness Drowned In Deep Set Azure !

Wrote something after a long while…med school has been keeping me away from wordpress…sorry for the long absence !

Ghosts of our tantric embrace….

Credit :- google image

The murky current  of air outside my window reflects

the image seen through the window in my heart !

For it is as  cloudy and stormy as this winter night !

As cold and bitter and full of ghosts of vapour and light!

And the chilling breeze whistles haunting tunes

melodies sweet but tinged with frost

for they are reminders of the hymnary penned

by the  beat of our united heart !

And the dew clings on to

every surface

every plane!

Awakening the ghost of

our tantric embrace

the moulding of souls

the de=solution of  our very beings !

Until all that remained was the memory of

our love, our passion and flame

engraved into the cognitive plains of my brain !

I don’t really give a fuck ,so I am going to piss my angst on all of you ! …

not giving a fuck !

Its a rather curious phase

one goes through in ones life!

when the wafts of society’s fake bullshit

births rogue epiphanies , the apocalyptic end to all the lies!

For we as individuals finally observe

the shallow self indulgence , the mirage of

greediness haunting the cognitive deserts of our minds !

And cry out  ”death “! ”death”! in desperation

to the materialistic, attention seeking bastards

that breed in the dark  recess of our  pulsating pump of life !

And in the end of this tantric mantra we

re-emerge  as spiritually born anew

with vigour to raise the finger to the “Man”

and bludgeon through our vocal chords

“I don’t really give a fuck , so  I am going to piss my angst on all of you !

“For we are a nation of power mongers”……………..

credits :- google

Oh they all be high and pompous

these walls of enclosed communities

colonial  remnants that haunt

every part of  my beautiful city

Be it Gymkhana  Or Punjab

Services Or  DC !!

they all reek of the putrid smell of

the “brown sahib” mentality !

For they

Grant  memberships to the selected few

the sharks of the upper world,the ones with a connection or two !

But many of us refuse  to gain such a slave status!

we just tag along with friends ,

happy to be included with the hypocrites !

For we worship elitism in our country

at every altar and mosque

money and status means more to us

than country , religion or blood !

For we are a nation of power mongers ,

a community that lusts

for “Lakshmis” golden crevices and busts !