The turmoil of a hopeless romantic !

This post is  a special and rare one as the following poem has been contributed by one of my best  friends Zarrar Khan who is not only a poet  like me but also a hopeless romantic !….The original poem is in Urdu and although it was hard to translate the true essence and flow of the poem I have tried my very best at doing so ….

                                                                                                   

 Kabhi khawab dekhey they humney    

( We used to dream once )

tha kabhi iraada sur aur taal mila ney ka,

(Once we had intended to fuse my  pitch and your rhythm)

Kabhi roya tha ye dil

(Once this heart  had wept)

Kabhi tha ye dar  duur janey ka ,

(Once I had this fear of drifting away)

Tun Kyun udaas hai betha

(Why are you sitting so sad?)

mujhey tu dar hey paas aneyka,

(When I have the fear of being close )

Kahin tha seekha andheray sey larna

(Once I had learned to fight the darkness)

Kahin tha seekha terey ghammey yun he marna,

(Once I had learned to die like this drowned in your sadness)

 Ab Kuon rota hai

(Now why do you cry )

tujhey tu dar tha paas  aney ka,

(you had the fear of being close )

Kabhi  hasaya teri yaadon ney

(Sometimes your memories made me laugh)

kabhi rolaya unhi khawaboon ney,

(Sometimes those dreams made me cry )

Hum hain akeley bethey

(I am sitting all alone )

ab tou dar hai bhul jaaney ka .

(Now I have the fear of forgetting you).

Ode to our school days !

Farewell !

to the red brick walls of golden memories

the years of friendship , bonds of camaraderie

Tried and tested, Strengthened over time

A feat most  exemplary!

And Adiós too

to the days of being young wild and free

to the carefree crushes and heartbreaks

the teasing and mirth of our foolish buggery

the twilight days of our youthful teens!

And finally Adieux too

to the teachers , the bearers of knowledge

the moulders of our mind, responsible for

the metamorphosis of our self  , An evolution

of the  revolutionist kind!

Prayer and tribute to martyrs of bhoja airlines crash !

crash site !

The sky bleeds crimson red

with the blood of the innocent

and the tears of the dead !

Martyred in the heavens, scattered in the land

Ashes mixed with the dust of the motherland,

By an ill fated wind , A gust from the nether lands!

Now scores of houses are haunted and drowned,

in a sea of grief that death has endowed !

For,

Lost are forever the “chiraghs” of their lives,

Sons! Daughters! Husbands ! and Wives!

Loved ones of every kind !

Therefore I pray,

I pray for Closure! I pray for Strength !

I pray that their scarred brethren might heal again !

And

I pray too for their martyred soul !

May God grant them peace in His

heavenly abode !

*chiraghs :- Lamp, guide , light of their lives !

*image credits :- God bless google

” Karmas been a bia*** from the beginning of the show !”

Karmas a bitch !

Life’s path keeps winding in circles

keeps taking me to the same crossroads

same old paths , same old troubles

Down lanes of memories  of joy and pain

Down boulevards of dreams unfulfilled

and desires unattained!

Now the old flames are lit once more

burning me, melting away my soul

And

In a frenzy I raise my fits to heavens and shout

In a deranged fit, a blasphemous howl “why me ?

and why right now ? “

And suddenly I hear some one laugh with mirth unbound

and a reply comes back in a cynical growl

“Son , Don’t ya know ?

Karmas been a bitch from the beginning of the show ! “

*image credit :- God bless google !

Fragrance of the beloved

Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

       

  “Meri ankho ko ankho ka kinara kaundey ga? samundar ko samundar mey sahara kaundeyga ?”      

 “who will shelter my gaze with their eyes? who will give strength to the sea while drowned in the sea?”

Serenades the Shahensha-e-Qawali in a state of “wasal”

 arms raised , hair dancing with the wind

 his throat an orgasmic vessel,

producing “raaghs” of love, electrifying “sama- e -mahfil “

And, as he flows from chasms to peaks

I can smell her in his voice!

her fragrance intoxicating,  fresh as a summer breeze !

my head seemingly drowned in the

tresses of her maiden head blowing free!

 

*Shahensha-e-Qawali:- King of Kings of Qawali

*wasal:- state of receiving enlightenment , higher state of connection with God , being One with Everything

*raagh :-    literal meaning is colour or hue but is used to denote one of the melodic modes used in classical Hindi/Urdu music

*sama-e-mahfil :-  atmosphere, ambience of a musical night or concert or gathering ….can also be used to denote listening in Arabic  so it can mean gathering to listen.

*image credits :- God bless google !

Rain (godly love )

Rhea goddess of earth

Dark menacing smoke flows from His cigar

obscuring Rhea’s parched face and scars,

and a click, a flip with his flint did He play!

his lighter a muse a distraction for his gaze

shining flashes of white lighting, blinding her bodice

But to no avail,

For He had seen the lust

and the yearning  for relief on her face,

No longer could he control his fury and pain

So Lo ran He did to meet her with passion ablaze

their joining shaking the heavens with noise untamed

Until!  He let forth both the seeds of passion and tears of grief

washing away her pains and satisfying her needs !

And alas as the smoke frizzled away and died

he watched her as his son Apollo drove his chariot by

for the after glow of the resulting frenzy last night

had made her burst forth in spring and evergreen life !

Zeus Greek god of thunder and sky

*photo credits :- God bless google

* Rhea:- Earth (goddess of earth)

*Apollo :- Greek god of sun

*He :- Zeus Greek god of thunder and sky

Pipe dreams from heaven………….. (space cadet on speed)

A little bit of damned Christina a little bit of Mr.Jive

don’t forget Mary Jane she’s been lit alive,

with embers red-hot and sizzling,  crimson rose !

releasing wispy fumes of flashbacks and phantasm woes,

inhaled deep into the dark  recesses of my body and soul

these wisps of silver weaving!  flirting ! with the vain wind of my ego,

Lost became the raiment’s of my consciousness

and naked my thoughts did stroll,

in the fields of  heresy  and illusions galore,

Till impregnated they return with glimpses of the mad hatters shore.

Getting off riding this wave of orgasmic grey

i feel sad to see that utopian world go away.

But it doesn’t matter I assure myself and say

“the candy man will be back and soon again il be,

a joy popping air head, a space cadet on speed”.