(BN)
to what purpose
this heart of light
still moving
before time
and
after
empty of meaning
in a turning world
bereft
of sunlight
(EC)
a time for building
where
poetry does not matter
a distant
panorama
an echoed
ecstasy
a different
kind of
failure
inarticulate
in
empty
desolation
(TDS)
almost forgotten
many voices
the emotionless
unchanging
where agony
abides
still
unopened:
this sphere
of being
unattended
out of time
(LG)
a transitory
blossom
in place & time
hope&despair
half recalled
of little
importance
died
forgotten
every phrase
a pattern
in
a
knot
of
fire
Categories:
bn, poetry, tribute,
Form: Ekphrasis
Swiftly the wind blew
We thought it'd be but a few
But it left something so new
It was a sad and unpalatable news
Just when we were asking
We thought you'd still be breathing
We are left with our jaws hanging
When we were told what was happening
Our hearts are broken
From us all you've bn stolen
A good friend now to be frozen
One of our finest has bn stolen
We prayed and were waiting
It came and we were wailing
Same you that we were hailing
Now watched your breath as it was faiding.
Father receive this soul
For we loved him so whole
We thought together we'd grow old
Now your departure has dug a hole
Who will take your role
Arranging the files in roll
We lean and wail leaning on the pole
As our hearts are caged in cold.
Rest in peace my friend
Rest in peace till the end
On our knees we bend
And to the wind we send
Let our colleague get to the end
Never leave him till he's laid
On the bosom of his creator
Where he finds his everlasting rest.
I'll miss you my dearest brother
Till we meet again
Rest, rest and rest my brother.
Categories:
bn, death, death of a
Form: ABC
Mohabbat ho nhi skti
Mohabbat ho hi jati hay,
Kabhi yaadon kay melon main
ya khushyoun kay jhamelon main,
Kahin jo chooorian khanke kuch is tarah jese
Koi jb dhun bajti ho kisi ke ajane se,
kabhi jo saans barhti ho kisi kay cha jane se,
Mohabbat ho hi jati hay,
Tasawwur main, khayalon main, jo aik chehra sa bas jaye
Aur dil angraiyan lekar armano ko gudguda jaye,
Mohabbat ho hi jati hay,
Barish kay un lamho main, jb paani dil main utar jaye
Aur yaad tumhari ajaye aur aansoo bn kar beh jaye,
Mohabbat ho hi jati hay,
Jb dil main saaz bajte hon, aur dharkan tere gun gaye
Jb ankhain khali khali hon, aur teri yaad se wapis bhar jaye,
Mohabbat ho hi jati hay.....!
Categories:
bn, absence,
Form: Ghazal
RETURN DEAR BN
Its twelve oclock, night time
I emerged from my dummy isolation, a lone sleep
Since the the dawn of the gone day
When I heard Osama died
I could never believe, how lone my soul...
The world was thousand ages apart
Now I feel what the dead has missed
For this I call for one thing
Payment, pay me back my coin
Thats for those concern, not me
He who takes a life should be demanded life
Not through the horror we crave
Put him to law, law laugh and law cry to him
When he feels the echoes of it
Father shall clean his filthy heart
And make him fishers of men
And make him growers of men
And make him a new man
Death is not a price
Repentance is the payment for it
I wish he lived to tell a story
For my ears to hear, for my pen to write
For the future to adore
Not for the old bleak deeds, but the new ones
Categories:
bn, loss
Form: Epic
HAIL THEE OSAMA, NOT !
I cry your demise, Oh dear Osama
For you live not long to be a saint
From The sour fruits you sow since the decades
Just yesterday, your elder was blessed
John was called, Oh dear Pope John
Beatified for life of a flock-Sherperd
That never canibalized upon the flocks
In peace he leads, in reality he preached
The world to turn a new image
What was your motive then? Bn
Progress for humanity or long live to the Qur'ans Sharia?
Who live to rule the other? Humans or faith?
Learn where you got it wrong, Mujaheddin
On your second coming, dare not evil
Never dwell in tora bora!
Bear with men and learn
If only you care to the core
We should have crave your mercy
As sympathizers
Apostles to Jesus, harmless merciful talibans
Yet I admire you a lot, I adore you
Its works of a mad courage to stand alone
And existed as the odd for this long
So your sainthood days shall come
For my joy to call you Prophet Bn Osama
I pray thee peace, I call the true warrior
For the bad memories that haunts me always
Never to forget, till you exist no more.
Categories:
bn, mystery
Form: Prose Poetry