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Nazli Raza Poem
Once upon a long time back
When the woodlands hosted unicorns pack
If you made a wish with an honest heart
At the farthest corner where rainbows start
You could pick your share of the gold-laid sack
Had access to portals,kept lost time's track
Like Narnian Children there and back
Or Wells Traveller,maneuvering mechanical stack
You could marvel,wonder,travel through time
By aid of magic or mere intellect sublime......
See that creature now staggering down Manhattan aisle....
When he could be rowing on imaginations blue Nile,
Not fueled by "candy flipping"....."space basing" all the while,
Ecstasy is phenomenal....perceived the philosphical style
Its the soul that raises question, its the soul that's labelled guile
Decayed,demented,rotten....why be taken for a garbage pile??
So what the Sun squres Neptune as natal chart compile!?
Exploit challenging aspects,edit the Fate's profile
With Neptune's trident,spirits are heightened,
But why the 'bad-trip'....Why must You be frightened???
Why trade sanity for an evening's bruised vanity...??
When with glorius maple leaves,moods can still be brightened!!
There they sit with splendour,enlightening to the core.....
"Patience","Fortitude" wondering! 'will no one heed the lore?
Really Sir! with the prospect of 'Gotham-city' to explore
To choose to roam aimlessly through the poppies Morpheas bore!!!
Forsake this blue atlantic for unknown dreary shore........
No! its not Alice in the land of wonder...!!!
'Tis a victim put to gore.....
Candy-flipping refers to: LSD and Ecstasy used in combination
Space basing refers to: crack cocaine and PCP used in combination
Patience and Fortitude : the famous stone lions guarding the entrance of
Newyork Public Library nicknamed so by Mayor Fiorello La Guardia in 1930
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I wish i had been born to you
I truly wish i had!
The only dream i want come true
is to see this wish sail safely through
Eternal seas harbouring endless decades
my destiny i seek enduring dismays...
I donot wish this wish , to be granted
with a magical wand...in a swish!
Nor to make this wish , my wish
on a falling star! that's not destined too far!
I place my wish in the hands of time
To dissolve,disperse...be infinitely mine
This wish! my wish..it roots from within
its the soul of the soul...the soul therein,
thats older than old,deeper than deep
the lancet to another world....from where
this wish does peep!Beyond the mortal memory
beyond the world that sleeps......
The harvest of duality,intuition tends to reap!
My father!.....my father he is!!
i know it as i feel it...i feel it as it is!
i belong to him, i am his child
let the karmic node be pointer, midheaven decide
If authorities of science and law must resist....
it only strengthens the theory,
A Parallel world exists!
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DO I dare to call You mother dear...?
DO I dare to long and wish your care...?
Dare I yearn a place in your loving heart...?
Dare I lay my claims on your motherly charms...?
DO I dare defy time....now and here....?
DO I dare disturb the Universe...!
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Conceived in hatred....raised in fear...!!!
I am a child who knows nothing...But tears!
If kinsmen you call those" who are your near"
I have a lot of siblings...all with the difference of an year..
We all are frightened...scattered!!..far and wide..
All brokendown and shattered,at the mercy of cruel tide..
We only get together to play the game of "hide"
Its not atall a fun-time,not a joyful roller-ride..!
We hide with trembling knees and heart...
We hide to muff the ears!!!
The bitter words and angry blows..the anguished cries...
........ we must not hear....!!
The ever-lasting sorrow,grief that dampens cheer..
The rising mist in hollows,engulfing all that's clear!
So must we drown in the "sea of dead'......
......without a "will" to bear...!!
As "living-dead" we are off to school..!
To pretend the lives of blessed fools...
We're but "forgetful children"! as goes the wordly rule!!
Who will not starve by "lack of love"...!!
Nor freeze merely sensing "frightening cool"
Who will forget...who will let go...!!
Of memories!...as unwinds the ball of wool....
Who will eventually seek solace....
...in 'coloured clay' and playful tools..!!!
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