No words describe the beauty she expresses,
Her explicit beauty, which secretly professes,
The Inherent quality of her magnificent character,
Her heart is a refuge and a shelter,
For the anguished soul and hopeless brow,
So one can walk with pride, spark, and glow,
She walks with glide, holding head high,
Faces the troubles never utters a sigh,
A paragon of beauty in her appearance,
Illuminates the surrounding until disappearance,
Her glistening and intoxicated eyes,
Bridges the gap, knots the ties
The way she laughs and her sheeny face,
Her delicate figure and enchanting grace,
Shows one another to utter perfection,
The cause of pleasure and everlasting attraction.
Written By
Muhammad Shahid Hussain
It is remarkably insane,
To look vacantly out the pane,
With a green bottle of Bollinger champagne,
Enjoying the wobbly rain, rain, rain!
I would rather spend a day in Spain,
Or sit by the seaside in Ukraine,
An alternative of gawking all in vain,
At the wet and soggy rain, rain, rain!
My entire day would certain remain,
Unstimulating and very mundane,
Before the sympathy could sustain,
I would flee away from the rain, rain, rain
I would pose and listen to Zakir Hussain,
Without experiencing the Nyctophobic pain,
And munching on the Christmas candy cane,
For my drink, I’ll gulp the rain, rain, rain!
Oh! I desperately have the need to explain,
The very day I had to constrain,
As it was not so germane,
To taste the polluted rain, rain, rain!
The cloudburst valiantly fights the Elaine,
The pellucid flurry wondering it's Shane,
Tries to stuff the muddy moraine,
But sadly cries into rain, rain, rain!
The baffled sleet faces refrain,
Awaits the rush hour of the town’s train,
To run away from the aubade, so urbane,
Sadly, the unconvincing rain, rain, rain, goes away.
[Arrival of summer]
BY SATVIKA UNDER THE PEN NAME SAVERA
A sweet secret
Waves of depression without waste of opportunity,
Trade with season of whiff of irritation,
Worthy mentioned whirlwind of smoke,
Animates to weight the wiles of innocence,
Tracing the bitterness with a touch of severity,
Train of disasters then transfer factors of agony,
Sweeping the land of tempest of passion,
Surface of events tides the surge of pathos,
slough of ignorance shackles an approach of fate,
A summit of misery with the scrap of adversity,
Staves all rains of life in formless dread,
Rectitude of soul freezes at the thought,
Relishing of its beauty refines the style,
When ravages of time delves crumpled pain,
Qualm of conscience still seems in radiance of morning,
At dusk a ray of hope of peace,
With the pendulum of great feeling of worthy ,
Pules the progress of events with miracles,
Agitation in a sense of meditative content takes,
Sighs at a large contentment over the place,
With a solemn glee possessing utterance of destiny.
Sajid Hussain Pakistan ©
You are a bandage for the wounded,
for blooded sanguine offerings.
Hussain Grey for well routined soldiers
in the trench fields of Flanders
gallant to a point of duty
Grey I see you sulking,
cowardly marches
on weeping willow lined roads
cherished that only once
to storm away
unable to make amends
for your dun colour
What if we make our own paradise,
Instead of love-stricken thoughts that paralyze,
Our intellect and logic, which teach us to think,
Love is temporary the moment your eyes blink.
It fades away like a bubble during evaporation,
Leaves no matter left, for work or any inspiration.
Written by
Muhammad Shahid Hussain
When asked a question to a student of Literature,
He made no move, stood still like a pitiful creature,
All his knowledge and intelligence faded away,
Darkness overloaded, there is no sign of any ray,
Oh, students, so full of youth and fire,
Your minds so quick, your hearts so dire,
But when it comes to Literature, you all sigh,
For love and romance is where your thoughts lie.
Shakespeare and Milton, they bore you to death,
But talk of love, and you'll hold your breath,
You'd rather swoon over words of sweet nothings,
Than, delve into the depths of great literature's workings.
You say you want to be poets and writers,
But all you do is a dream of love's delighters,
You'll never truly master this literary art,
If all you do is stare at your lover's shapely craft.
So go ahead, students, and chase your heart's desire,
But don't be surprised when you're left with nothing but mire,
For love may be grand, but literature is eternal,
And without it, your words will forever be infernal.
Muhammad Shahid Hussain
19 January, 2023
Seathed Conflicts
Devastatingly ignited fire of riot for a decade,
A bundle of clean rags of thoughts catches,
Through a baptism by flames of accidental occurrence ,
In a certain place causing damage and stress,
A strong wind fans the my inner strength,
Seedlings of my new themes on empty landscape,
Self-exposure of the war camarilla of my vision,
Outbreak sliders effectively against right-handers,
Of my hidden chestnut tree of foresight,
Adrift of the peacemaking weaver takes deep insight,
Unvoiced desires and pitiful vulnerability,
Push up the bliss of revealed emotions on costs,
Of my scope of my measure of domained land,
To restore the life of broken stabilized feeling,
Escape by recrossing of hovering of thoughts,
Away from the tides of time destiny,
Great pillars of my determined decision,
Prison the warder of white rose flames,
A war broken host may drive them before,
An ardent mind pathetically shelves himself,
When phantoms of battle burst in mist.
Sajid Hussain Pakistan ©
Lala Anwar Saeed
Qabal az baeed
Azab ki waeed
Gunda tha yazeed
Hassan hussain shaheed
Bataon kya mazeed??
Note.I am a decent man who exports flowers.Pablo Escobar.
Isn’t it always
On tip of his tongue
To mispronounce her love name
To call me
Didn’t want to show how fragile I was
So I kept my cool
To pretend how strong I am
Though it was agonizing my heart
Heaps ran through my mind
Does my existence mean anything to him
How easy it was
To leave a scarring wound in my heart
- Azra Hussain - ©
It was all mine
A future filled with hopes and dreams
Him and I
All gone in a blink of an eye
I thought he was all mine
Truth I didn’t know
That he was hers too
His mind, his time, his rights reserved
How pathetic I look
How awful I feel
It was hard to believe
Replacing me would be so easy
Wasn’t I pretty enough - to be attractive
Wasn’t my color enough - to be gorgeous
Wasn’t I rich enough - to buy gifts
Wasn’t I good enough - to be yours
Isn’t it a crime
To destroy my life - over your good times
To play with my feelings
To betray all promises
My love was a joke for you
So you made me look like a clown
My life was played like a game
While you enjoyed your new love in time
-Azra Hussain-
We are dying one by one and we are still chasing a mirage
An Optical Illusion is not a beautiful sight to see
Why are we chasing an illusion and trying to quench our thirst
Knowledge is first and research is must
Ignorance can lead us off the right path
Where there is no water there is no bath
Wisdom can scrutinize Knowledge and Perception
When Imam Hussain died thirsty where was God at that time?
How can we say asking this question is a crime?
Abad Why are we Praying without inquiry?
There is no truth in our diary.
The Prince Of Gnosis
Imam Hussain
O Imam without you where would I be?
You are the one who can guide me
When no one can understand you are the one who can
O prince you are my hero and I am your fan
Please hold my trembling hand
I am stuck in karbala full of sand
Raise me inside myself and fill my dull mind
You are a human and you are very kind
Make my life meaningful and awake my heart
I am an ignorant I don’t know where to start
You are the messenger of peace and full of grace
O prince guide me I am lost in this mighty space
The battle is not over yet evil is everywhere
I can’t stand alone I want your prayer
I am a seeker I need eternal flame
You are the voice of truth the world knows your name.
Written By Nephew Of Irfan Shahid Malik Gudu Mamu
When darkness surrounds you and sadness stalks,
When you are lost in labyrinth and stagger in walk,
When you are broken and your memories haunt,
When folk lambaste and bitterly taunt,
When your towering strength washes away,
And you find it hard to adamantly stay,
Let not darkness drive you to the madness,
And turn your happiness into sadness,
All the worldly things secretly contrive,
It is you, who must survive,
And fight your hidden demons and foes,
Be the waterfall and stream that elegantly flows,
And change its path and make its way,
Be that stream and make your day.
A person who empower his energy,
Can defeat the world with infinite mystery.
Let your life to spark and ignite,
And forget your erstwhile plight.
M. Shahid Hussain 22 Nov, 2020
Poem Nine Eleven
Love is life and love is heaven,
Hate is hell, hate is nine eleven,
Why we fight and why we hate,
Abad except love heaven has no gate,
First we are humans and then followers,
Have we forgot what Imam Hussain said,
He said be free from tyrrany but they took his life,
A man of character whose neck they cut with a knife,
Still, we feel proud and still we do the same,
I am ashamed to say we are playing devil's game.
Hurt me but for the pain I brought,
Wish I could have that anti-dote,
Who could bring the cure, make you smile,
To heartless world this is not worthwhile.
Shahid Hussain ©
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