Best Syed Poems
Once I was thinking of building a shopping plaza, just along the Gaza strip
But those Israeli's being what they are I thought my sales could take a dip
So, I thought I'd build a set of tunnels, starting from just beneath my feet
The guy from Hamas came and thought my tunnel plans looked quite neat
I employed a load of freeloading Egyptian labourers I got 'em on the cheap
I paid ‘em with unwanted skull caps and a load of knocked off kosher meat
We built a cafe' serving up falafel and played loud music to cover up the din
And, it must have worked as the locals never seemed to have heard a thing
Took us over 3 months to reach the darn Israelis wall of concrete and steel
Damn; if they were not waiting for us, shouting, are you lot for flippin’ real
They sent all of us back to Gaza; with a rocket launcher up everyone's ass
Shouting; you ain't getting in here sunshine’s, not without a flaming’ pass
The Egyptians were not very happy, but hey that's not so unusual for them
Thinking of employing us to build another tunnel, well, you can think again
We then all arrived back at the Syed café; just to find, it had shut up sharp
Apparently; there had been a 100% sale on down at the bazaar super mart
The Egyptians; looking a ghostly white from months of working in the dust
Suddenly disappeared; they had all absconded outta here, on the local bus
Sitting on a dusty chair down at the Syed cafe; I watched as Gaza did burn
While totting up the jukebox to the sounds of, The House of the Rising Sun
O' a Palestinians’ lot, is not a happy lot, of this, you can be more than sure
Just ask anyone from Farah to Beit Hanoun, they all know the bloody score
The guy from Hamas reappeared, saying those tunnel plans looked quite neat
Have a thousand unwanted skull caps, and a load of knocked off kosher meat
Well, the Palestinians’ lot, is not a happy lot, but in the end we will not be beat
So I opened a local vendor stall, just a stone's throw at the bottom of my street
Selling a thousand unwanted skull caps and a load of knocked off kosher meat
Lulling the days when a guy from Hamas thought my tunnel plans looked neat
The wild blackberry villain
Fell in love with my sweet rose.
I found them in the garden
All entangled in love's throes.
I took a hoe and hit him hard
With all the strength I had.
How could my hybrid beauty be
Seduced by such a cad?
I only meant to whack him down,
The sun got in my eyes.
My darling little blossom met
An early sad demise.
Now my rose lies motionless,
Betrayed by her wanton way,
Deserted by her false lover
Who led her far astray.
I know that coward's hiding
Beneath the sheltering ground,
Hiding, plotting, planning, scheming
Another to take down.
Dear one turn away that fraud,
Don't believe his selfish boast.
He will take you to his level and
Then thrive on your compost.
It is true that we are known
By the company we keep.
Consorting with a villain
Brings a price that's mighty steep.
For "Old Contest Entry" contest.
I entered this in Syed Amaan Ahmad free contest.
Any form any theme. I got only an h
but I thought it one of my best poems. So I'll try again.
HOT AND SUNNY
SUMMER,
SWEATS RUNNING
DOWN .
SITTING AND
STUUDYING IN
SCHOOL ,
WE GOT A GIFT .
A GIFT OF
EDUCATION , A GIFT
OF MANNERS,
A GIFT OF
KNOWLEDGE , A GIFT
OF DISCIPLINE.
THAT GIFT IS NONE
OTHER THAN YOU ,
WHO TAUGHT US
LESSONS AND
TOLD US FACTS NEW.
YOU NEVER
THOUGHT OF YOUR
HEALTH,
CAME EVERYDAY TO
GIVE US
EDUCATION'S
WEALTH.
YOU TEACH US,
MAGNETIC EFFECT
IN CLASS,
ALSO EVIL EFFECTS
OF BAD COMPANY ,
ELECTRIC
RESISTANCE IN
ELECTRICITY,
ALSO HOW TO
RESIST PROBLEMS IN
LIFE,
AMPLIFIER ,TRANSISTOR
IN ELECTRONICS ,
ALSO HOW TO RAISE
OUR CHARACTER IN
LIFE,
CHEMICAL BONDS IN
CHEMISTRY,
ALSO OUR BONDING
IN LIFE,
MOLES AND
MOLARITY IN
SOLUTIONS ,
ALSO HOW TO
MINGLE IN ANY
SITUATION .
CAN'T COUNT YOUR
TEACHINGS,
YOUR CHARACTER ,
YOUR DISCIPLINE,
CAN'T REMEMBER
EVERYTHING,
BUT THE GOLDEN
WORDS YOU SAID,
"NEVER COMPROMISE
ON CHALLENGES"
SIR YOU ARE A "
GENIUS"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My physics teacher's
name is SYED
YOUSUF SIR and he
is my fav sir!
Divine Message
If you are able, help the disable
This is the message of Koran & Bible,
This action of helping is very noble,
That's how society will always be stable.
Where every one cares about others,
Not only friends and family members,
Starting from your own neighbors,
Till your city's all corners.
Helping hand you should extend,
Try it and you will like this trend,
Where to do good, has no end,
When, a stranger becomes your friend.
Helping others bring prosperity,
Let's be honest, its reality,
It develops the whole community,
So don't rely always on charity.
Disabled are not a burden to us,
They are talented if we really do notice,
When we teach them, they always progress,
Colors need to fill-in, in their canvas.
All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at www.amazon.com
Hijab
Hijab, niqab, jilbab, or chador of ridah.
Draping eloquently the notion of obscurity with expressions so holy.
Living an invisible existence on screen of life.
Suffering in silence; and protecting honor of riwayaat daily.
Should I surrender the will of life, being, self, or khudi?
Don’t show, just hide: don’t feel, but survive.
Don’t love just subsist in this infertile valley.
Don’t cry,
You are a daughter of a contemporary,
Traditional, man of Islam.
For you life hereafter is the prize.
To find yourself when everything is hidden in the ideals of hijab
Is a miracle of love
It’s life greatest surprise.
Saadia Syed
After so many countries, now in Syria,
Increasing is the western bacteria,
The bacteria of hypocrisy and lies,
Which is in a dangerous disguise,
Under the banner of help and peace,
They seems like a white fleece,
They do things very secretly,
Pursuing interests very actively,
What they want is just conflicts?
In the entire world's districts,
They like when people kill each other,
Its how indirectly they do smother,
Try to understand that what is a war?
Because it opens up the profits door,
For the imperialists and dictators,
And of course their very own creators,
When imperialists start a war,
They make sure that its paid for,
So they pose to help by selling arms,
As if they are selling them charms,
In return of arms they make money,
So much that its not even funny,
On the other hand people also die,
In the region where they don't comply,
They want the entire world to obey,
Their orders and want them to say okay!
As long as one stays this way,
A nice attitude they will display,
But for instance if one says "NO" to them,
At first they get angry and hem,
And then come bans and sanctions,
Penalties all kinds of aggressions,
And still if they are not successful,
They wage a war to make stressful,
So that's what they did in Syria,
It was their anger and hysteria,
Because they couldn't do anything,
And through a war they wanted to sting,
But they forgot that who they are facing,
And what kind of a enemy they are racing?
They already are, their army, replacing,
And because of defeats they are reducing,
The Takfiri terrorists they brought in,
Are ruthless and not even human,
They are ripping chests of people,
And eating their hearts like animal,
So west and its cruel tactics,
Has nothing to do with the ethics,
So once and for all everyone,
Let's finish savagery which has begun.
All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
Those who are the educated,
In society, highly rated,
If ethical not, they are to people,
Half of their wisdom is wasted.
All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at www.amazon.com
Martin Luther King, Jr.
When innocent dies,
Whole universe cries,
Even of dear earth,
We can hear, outcries,
But selfish human being,
Never even sighs.
All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at www.amazon.com
Story of a boy.....
I was to go to bed at 8 that night
When there was firing at the door,
Heard mom gasp,"God save my son."
I had no idea of what was in store.
We ran to the basement and shut it tight,
Mom pointed to the passage where dad hauls in wood
Sternly commanded me to go
While still as stone there she stood.
The sinners banged the door hard,
Through the passage there was just room for me to fit
So I sat down and shook my head,
There was no way that on my mother I'd quit.
She looked at me in the eye and gave me a kiss
And said,"Darling please listen to me,
I love you so very much
As fast as you can, do get to daddy."
'I'll get Dad' I thought and started to crawl,
I had to hurry,the door had almost gave way too
Noticed a sharp thing in the way and stopped,
But mom, in haste pushed me through.
I yelped in pain as iron cut my arm,
But what hurt me more was the door falling with a 'thud'.
Scars on my soul left me nightmares for years to come
Mom's cries and final scream echoing as I ran in the mud.
Fifteen years later, in the same but better town,
I show my arm to my wife and say
"If not for these scars I was left with
I would be with mom today."
-Sadaf Syed
Those who kill innocents are cruel,
Their bodies will always be hell’s fuel,
Islam teaches about honor and dignity,
Care and love for the whole humanity,
But black sheeps are found everywhere,
Like KKK or Taliban, “Be aware”,
They do things on their own,
Their very own people, they disown.
All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at www.amazon.com
She was walking on the footpath uneven,
The tiles, at places, jagged and broken
Making the pedestrians walk with care
Stuffed in her head a question not fair.
Meandering not to knock a sleeping beggar
With a battered bowl, a skeleton road keeper,
Was he dead or alive? she could not guess,
And she? Being alive meant not feeling helpless.
Her husband, pot-bellied, balding bully, a bull
Bulling like a bullfrog walking ahead in blue
Halting, looking back to measure the gap,
The gap would never close in to good shape.
She thought of their congenial intimacy
Seven years back, love affair, pregnancy.
They entered a shop to buy the grocery.
She saw a kid’s picture on a pad of nappy.
Death of their son, mockery of her love,
The unfaithfulness of her idiotic cove.
The shopkeeper’s son was on the phone:
“Is there any point to carry it further on?”
“I will be going to USA for three years at least
Want to be free and have fun, can’t commit.”
Her heart went on the other side of the phone
Her inner voice spoke to her in different tone.
Outside the moon shimmered on a clear summer
Her eyes shone with a clear determined glimmer
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Honorable Mention
For the contest : Free style - Syed Amaan Ahmad
Again, its time to
Be like a
Character who
Does care that
Each letter must
Find itself joining another to
Go on this
Hunt
In search of
Just the right words to
Kindle an alphabet
Lyrical run, but, instead
Marches more
Nearly into an
Oblivious obnoxious
Pursuit to pick up
Quickly the
Rhyme
So sublime (or stomach
Turning) to grow
Uglier than
Vericose veins or
Wilder than an
Xotic ... (oops, does it need the "e"?)
Yippety ...
Zippety-doo-daw day !
reworked for Syed Amaan Ahmad's contest "ABC Format"
February 2010
Sunshine helps melt snow,
On the tall, busy mountain
That's guiding her son.
Sensing victory,
After a long, hard journey
River joins the sea.
The river's mother-
Mountain is proud and glad that
Her son reached his goal.
By Sadaf Syed
Secrets are not told and kept intact
Because we are not sure how others will react.
Secrets are meant to be unknown
Shackled,chained and all alone.
Pulled away from everyone's sight,
Into the chamber of darkness where there is no light.
They wait for days,weeks or maybe years,
To escape and put an end to their tears
And when that happens they throw up the veil,
The things which were once hidden are spread in the air.
They unfold for good or otherwise worse
Without caring whether the consequences turn out to be a blessing or a curse.
Then they happily go away,
Out in the sunlight,into the day.
However back in the chamber many of them are dead and even more still in captivity
But watch out as they do never give up their desire to be free.
-Sadaf Syed
Raqs Zangeer Pehen Kar Bhi Kiya Jata Hay.
“I love you. I can’t live without you. I am sorry.”
She is bleeding from her nose.
She frowns at him and run outside.
He follows her, “Please stop, don’t worry. Don’t leave me.
It is a mistake. You hurt my pride.
You question me and my love for you.
By not listening to what I asked for and not following through.”
He bawls, “I don’t mean to hurt you. I am trying to control.
I am your husband and it is my role,
To keep you in-line and in-check.
To stop you from becoming the crazy chick.”
She opens the door.
Looks at herself in the mirror, hanging in the corridor.
Her nose is bleeding. Her face is red.
“How can I go in the public, after my nose bleed?”
Her hesitant feet, shaky hands and embarrassed face.
He sees that and knows that he has win this race.
“No one will trust you.” He says to her.
“No one will understand that why you kept on living with me.
I am a respectable and honorable man.
If you think you can destroy me by leaving, outside is your van.”
He orders, “You can take your filthy, incompetent self out of my home.
My kids are staying with me. You can’t take them out of their room.”
She freezes, closing the door behind her.
Her head down, face wet and her eyes blurry.
And when she speaks it is as if everything is rosy.
She says, “I love you and, I know that you’re sorry.”
That was yesterday.
Sitting next to him in the car with kids in the back.
Everyone looks happy, everyone is gay.
She glances at his olive face and whispers to her heart.
“I am so glad that my family is intact.
Not to break them apart is so smart.”
He kiss her on her branded cheek.
When he gets out of the car.
Opening the car door for her he proclaims.
“You are my princess, my heartbeat. You are my better half.”
And
What happened yesterday? Just flushes out of her memory and heart.
And it ends up in the gutter.
Saadia Syed