I try to write with a broken pencil
but it was pointless and so inutile.
Categories:
inutile, humor,
Form: Epigram
When tears came out of my dour eyes,
In depth of faint soul and sobbing sighs,
All the cosmos here felt inutile,
Of rich hearted folk, but introversively futile,
Birds passed by me to revive a new hope,
Not to think of tieing new knots, a new rope,
I was lost, lost my reins, went insane,
Trees shed leaves commemorated my pain,
And all my endeavors, hopes, got objected,
Contused soul, detested, and twicely rejected,
Where could I find a beacon of salvation,
Undernaeth there might I find the warmth of consolation,
There I found hundred of stars directing and suggesting,
Solacement is the only way of living not sobbing,
We live solo, scattering in the immense sky,
You are not alone, see through this peak high,
Embrace all suffering and the pain with open eyes,
And be a man of concrete and wise,
No matter how massive is your pain in depth and size,
The angst will perish, and you will rise.
Written By
Shahid Hussain
27 oct, 2015
Categories:
inutile, art, blue,
Form: Quatern
I want freedom, freedom from All,
Misery and where no worries not at all,
When I sat gloomy, and blue,
Repent on my failure and rue,
How this life is full of pains,
I need nothing yet no gains,
I seek freedom, free from infidelity,
Free from grieve, hatred, enmity,
And this life has no aim and fame,
To those a Journey,To me a lame,
Remember this is a shadowy game,
Who sow trinquality, get the same,
Then I search my freedom, free from inutile goal,
Free from mind, body and Soul.
Shahid Hussain Ch. Bwp Pk
Categories:
inutile, blue, break up, emo,
Form: Free verse
(1 January 2013 – 12:01AM)
By this first day of the year 2013
I am asking anyone to forgive me if I have things done that hurt you.
I was sudden with the firecrackers
Sounds of bullets flying in the air
This is becoming a culture
That by the end and start of the year there shall be having a gun fire
Is this so not to put a gun as inutile?
I have no new year’s resolution at hand
But I wanted to do my best to change whatever things needed to be changed.
Oh God please witness my changes to manifest in my entire being
from good to very good, from ordinary to extra ordinary and from evil to no evil.
Let me love memories of 2012 that I have
Please forgive me God through everyone’s forgiveness.
I love everyone and someone.
Thank you God!
Categories:
inutile, adventure, allegory, anniversary, beautiful,
Form: Ballad
"If in the first act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired." -- Anton Chekhov
Chekhov declared that it's clearly imperative
That a gun given billing must duly be fired.
The bullet obligingly cinches the narrative,
Sating the thirst that the gun first inspired.
Yet the world is awash in objects inutile,
Which clog our disorderly narrative streams.
So why should a playwright adhere to so futile
A diktat pertaining to props in a scene?
Myself for example, habitually arming
The darkness that swaddles me, inkily deep,
My mind so occulted its doubly alarming
To grasp the black Kimber, now sprung from its keep.
The prop having found its way on to the stage,
My untethered demons start chorally keening,
Quite certain they know what the gun must presage:
That this is the moment that holds all the meaning.
Categories:
inutile, depression,
Form: Verse