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These bronze companions
Dha-dhin-dhin-dha flows from the soul
Through seasoned fingers
Tete-kata-gadi-gana
Six decades of dance in palms
Father's rhythms —
Dha-dhin-dhin-dha lives within
Each strike and echo
Tete-kata-gadi-gana
Alla Rakha guides the movement of hands
Punjab flows through —
Dha-dhin-dhin-dha spinning fast
Like Sufi dancers
Tete-kata-gadi-gana
Ancient heartbeats in new songs
Time bends beneath touch —
Dha-dhin-dhin-dha lightning quick
Then slow as prayer
Tete-kata-gadi-gana
Rivers flowing from your hands
World shrinks to circles —
Dha-dhin-dhin-dha speaks in tongues
Of stretched leather skin
Tete-kata-gadi-gana
Universe in fingertips
Jazz meets gharana —
Dha-dhin-dhin-dha bridges worlds
Through storm of palms here
Tete-kata-gadi-gana
East and West dance as one soul
Silence between beats—
Dha-dhin-dhin-dha tells stories
Of thousand nights past
Tete-kata-gadi-gana
Every strike, a life's journey
Though hands may rest now—
Dha-dhin-dhin-dha echoes still
Through time's chambers vast
Tete-kata-gadi-gana
Eternal rhythms never cease
When the tabla falls silent,
These sacred rhythms live on—
In Earth's pulse,
In Heart's Dance,
In Soul's eternal song
For rhythm never dies,
It simply transforms—
From fingers to air,
From air to spirit,
From spirit to the cosmic dance
Where every heartbeat
Carries the echo
Of these eternal tabla rhythms,
Forever more!
January twenty first, 2024 the above thugs burst.'
Into a shop in Wallsal town, two with axes smashing
Windows to the ground' then six of them stormed into this
Store, a multicultural vist.? I will add no more.' Their
Shotguns were fired nice and loud, to announce no doubt dilwali and they
Were'nt just an ordinary crowd.' then a stupid employee
Got in the way, of a shotgun blast..It hit his arm so they
Say? Another was injured by trauma to the neck..' yet
Really..I ask what did they expect.? From an upwardly
Mobile gang about town, what the heck' who eschewing permits just
Park and do.' Whatever is needed with unlicensed guns (too true!)
Yet they did get aprehended, that will put a hold on their
Fun..Jamal had escaped. Just after.' He left British shores' on the run
He never got extradited..That fact i can't ignore.! He was
Arrested when he got back to town, and for a space of
Nine years he has now been sent down, some of the others
Got five years others barely two..) and yet 'this is law?)
Heres what i'll tell you..' its five years in jail for each
Un-licensed gun..So if they had two? I make that ten years
Number one..' Next lets talk shells or bullets again it's
Five years per item.' Are you getting this plain.? Then theres
The robbery?? And illiegal parking to boot.' I just cant see
Much correlatilon..My reactiion is oh shoot..!
Urge For Something.
There is an urge for
something within me
that has no language.
It arrives like unseen hands
closing softly around my throat —
not enough to kill,
just enough to remind me
that something within me
is still unresting.
My heart beats strangely now,
like a man knocking
upon a forgotten door
somewhere inside his own chest.
And my thoughts wander endlessly,
like lost pilgrims
searching for a sanctuary
they have never seen before,
looking for a something
they cannot even name.
I walk normally.
I speak gently.
I laugh when required.
But beneath my ribs
something keeps clawing
towards existence.
Not pain.
Not fear.
Not grief entirely.
Just an unbearable urge for something
I have never touched
and somehow deeply miss.
So I remain suspended
between peace and ache,
between nearness and confusion,
carrying this sacred unrest
like moonlight trapped
inside a closed room —
this unbearable nearness
to something I cannot name.
Some nights,
the silence within me
grows so immense
it feels like something beneath my skin
is learning how to breathe again —
like a wounded star
burning quietly
behind winter clouds.
Like a forgotten creature
waiting patiently
for me to finally notice
that it is alive.
And perhaps the cruelest ache
is this:
to feel something vast
calling me beyond myself,
yet know only the pull,
never the voice.
There is an urge for something within me
that has no language.
It arrives like unseen hands
closing softly around my throat —
not enough to kill,
just enough to remind me
that something within me
is still unresting.
— Syed Muhammad Murtajiz Hussain
The Hegemony
You are not supposed to say “American” anymore it is
a racist like saying “Chinaman” A citizen of the USA doesn’t have
to live in the US, but it helps if he lives in Israel
The USA, are master of Europe, let’s say the western world
their rule is democracy translated to we dictate, you obey.
With great fanfare, a servant of the outer region of the empire
was summoned to appear before the chief.
The man from the region was hailed as a warrior in the senate
applauded him, and his face covered the front cover
Of The Time Magazine, like Saddam Hussain before him.
It was America with its magnificent display of earnest fakery
promised him to deliver whatever he needed as long as
his needs were America’s needs.
But the world knows from experience promises mean little
if there is a policy change, then the friend is a foe overnight
as the world’s newspapers sing from the same hymn sheet.
Privately the chief of the western world is worried the enemy
is not leaving the war is costing too much, he must tell
the hero from the beleaguered province to sue for peace.
When the diminutive man is back in Kyiv, he better do as told
or he will, like the man from Libya, end up dead.
I ordered an appetizer of broccoli
but was served Ehud Barak-Lee
Tried again for an appetizer of broccoli
this time was served Obama Barak-Lee
For the third time, an appetizer of broccoli
instead, got ‘Sir’ Charles Barkley
Fed up... rather darkly, I requested some sparkly
the result, ta-da ~ two drumsticks from Ringo Starkey!
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JIC (Just in Case) you're not enamored of either Israeli
politics or NBA basketball stars: Ehud Barak was a former
5-star general and prime minister of Israel, who tried to
give away 97% of 'Palestine' to Yasir Arafat, who turned
it down... Sir' Charles Barkley was a superstar professional
basketball player for over a decade, although he is better
known for outrageous opinions and creative profanities...
Also, 'JIC,' Ringo Starr's -- the Beatle's -- last name was and
is actually Starkey; and Barack Hussain Obama was America's
first Kenyan-Hawaiian-1/2 Muslim-1/2 Christian American
President. (Bill Clinton, of course, was America's first, and
phoniest, of America's black presidents, Joe Biden being the
second). gw