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A day comes with a
morning dew,
For the words, less
to cope all few,
The breezy wave and
tweeting eyes,
Of rising sun, view
the Himalaya highs,
The trancing
eclipses and
faltering trees,
Held me there,
caught me freeze,
And the prevailing
dusky downy haze,
To falling cascade
of ivory rays,
Where I hied to let
it chase,
This beautiful
bounty widespread
haze,
I look & look, with
a glance and gaze,
With winking eyes
with hot cap,
I observed their
silent nap,
And whence the sun
rise and set,
Sparrow and humming
beak to get,
Food to survive and
maintain life,
And live on sharp
edgy curvy stemy
knife,
Above the grove and
in dense forest,
Where harmonious
peace dwells in the
nest,
Where leaves
levitate and birds
hove,
And oscillate with
desire, solidarity
in love,
A bird in this
hustle bustle,
Jingle jangle and
trilling rustle,
Are not base
generations, it’s
true so,
They rise through
reincarnation, and
grow,
Up to our believe
and reckon,
They are alive and
born,
I ask my conscience
where to hike,
Stood here and there
or by riding bike,
To feel the scent of
this rainy December,
Over my worries and
lethargy to
remember,
His never-ending
silence to end
daylight,
Made one statue,
stunned one bright,
And I put my towel
to have a shower,
This congeal water
pierces me by power,
Oh ablution is
enough for adequacy,
Count on, fend off
with sufficiency,
And when I walk on
flossy meadow,
The emerald tint
fell a shadow,
Upon my eyes to
sensory nerves,
Where the earth,
laid with several
curves,
The invigoration of
spirit rises up
more,
On rambling off and
on, this grassy
floor,
Over this belt with
buoying ways,
No alternate of this
land, O nays,
Where I felt about
flying upon,
Falling, right left,
up and down,
Then I move here and
there, up-to sun
height,
To meet buoyantly
this sunny light,
The sun with
magnetic warm and
beguile,
This morning with
candelabra wile,
Cause a man to wake
and woke,
Sing a flute while
sitting under an
oak,
How this mean, a
life less of
leisure,
Won’t you thrill
this grudgingly by
measure,
A world, an
embarrassment of
riches,
And a life with
plenty of beach’s.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Let’s scrape away those Palestinian Muslim Arab scums
To rightly make room for the Jews, God’s chosen ones.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust,
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.
No lessons learnt, to follow 6 million corpses dust
That satisfied past glorious Germanic murderous lust.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.
Sword wielding followers of Mohammad, a Sunni Shia divide
Bring destruction one to the other, so millions have died.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust,
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.
Be gone you Popeless protestant English bastard
For us Fenians to see the will of Jesus be mastered.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust,
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.
If oil be the quest let war drums roll and bombs become rain.
So onward Christian soldiers, to Iraq and away with Hussain.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust,
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.
Millions made homeless, endless suffering without pause.
Civil war is the call, now Syrians fighting another hopeless cause.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust,
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.
And so to the future, a blond king is born, his war ships to sea
Yet concern there must be: Does he even know his ABC?
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust,
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.
There are lessons to learn, yet clearly history will show
That none shall take heed, even with nukes ready to throw.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust,
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.
Yet fear not; delight in frocked men’s promises of a life ever after.
72 virgins promised, though beware of other Godly men’s laughter.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust,
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.
John Jurkowski
27 March 2017
IRA; a strong idealogic and separatists,
At last surrender to the democratic values,
Over decades, after a long fight to achieve,
Thousand innocents blood on their name.
When a religion has a fight against a religion,
What a person can achieve in this invisibility,
He can kill himself on the name of a religion,
With a belief God will honour him in heaven.
But God never honoured to anyone,
When Lord Jesus was fighting for justice,
Tarrents hanged him innocently until death,
A miracle was disappeared to punish cruelity.
Lord Mohammad was fighting for justice,
To deliver a better service on the name of God,
But no power came to save innocents,
They were martyred as Hassan and Hussain.
Lord Krishna pretends that a man borns,
For his duty, he has to do that as he did,
Million people were killed in a battle,
As respect for a lady is a story of Mahabharta.
Lord Rama has a fight for his honour,
To defeat King Rawana who was seeking justice,
For his sister she was insulted to cut her nose,
Is Rama respects for ladies as Sita was banished?
Guru Govind Singh when declared a Khalsa,
Society killed his innocent family to stop him,
To establish a religion in a religion’s boundary,
And killed thousands innocently who followed him.
At last they admit that religion can’t survive,
Without a state power and a state power,
Can’t deliver peace without a belief in God,
They also surrender at last to democratic values.
Democracy where a person can enjoy his liberty,
Thousands lost their innocent lives to replace,
A better system to remove dictatorship,
As Iraqi nation is fighting for democracy.
Democracy is a best from for governments,
If they know how to respect and honour a law,
Law is superb in democracy, law fails there,
A system is corrupted, nation has no respect.
All likes peace because peace is only a tool,
That provides sources to develop personality,
To understand a cause of birth to identify him.
Who achieves a best achievement of nature?
I endure the pang of solitude...the sigh of a forlorn love
Time is no healer, every sand of time brings in moments
I hasten to go- halves with none but You,
My confidant, my best soul mate
To lose the man I had relied on for so long
Is utterly devastating...
Never was life bed of roses,
But all that mattered when you were around
Only you can understand the depths of my pain
Only you can feel my deafening silent tears
People say you left in a hurry... so untrue...!
You're right here in full flesh and blood as me.
You made me strong and I will move on as you
See the care, courage and peace in my eyes
That bejewelled in you... oh yes,
You had all the time in the world to transform me into you
You did leave without a hint, but you were not in a hurry
The credence gets stronger in my heart,
As I gaze into the eyes of our progeny... yes,
They look at me the way I used to look at you
Eyes crammed with dream, faith and selfless love
My heart skips some beats that moment
To stand stronger than we had begun.
Ultimately, I discern that, it is not you who is lost!
You're right here in full flesh and blood as me.
It's me who is mislaid, lost in search of the refuge called you
When you've sapped all my tears and heart sunk in mourning
I realize... You're right here in full flesh and blood as me
I don't need me... I have your job to do
They're your legacy and I will bring them up as best I can
As a leopardess can't change her spots...
so as I remain who I am!
And you are the Apple of my eye forever!
Whatever I am today has come from you...
I am told, the pain will ease in time...
Time is no healer but I have learnt running along with time!
As of me, my lonely love shall find its way to you !!!
( In tribute to my beloved husband (late) Mr. Zakir Hussain)
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..!
Days went off, moments gone, time to touch, feel and see,
Here in this misty fog meet me for a cup of tea,
Where would you mull? Your heart and soul are in possession of me,
You cannot recede, beat me for a cup of tea,
Oh, December you made me tired, sullen, and panicky,
But faded away in January as you met me for a cup of tea,
They said love is an illusion, blind and black sea,
You would know its worth, meet me for a cup of tea,
Who lives to wait and hate? who stays for the moment of glee?
I will for you, for a cup of tea,
Wounds and forlorn hopes made it grave yet we,
Can saturate these waves, meet me for a cup of tea,
You scowl at ebb and dusk, fainted love of me,
You would know the depth of love, meet me for a cup of tea,
Who knows freedom and what is to be free,
Who meets a dervish and me on a cup of tea,
You managed to escape and fled-where would you be?
I will trace your phantoms when I sip, a sip of tea,
I deserve your saccharin smile and the last talk so we,
Renounce thinking over goodbye, meet me for a cup of tea,
(Reply)
And Shahid where did you go? Where can you go?
O Yaar, I am here with you, for you, for a cup of tea...
Written By
Muhammad Shahid Hussain Choudhry
Dream came true
That’s what she thought
But it was stepping into the reality
That she didn’t know
Something around her was not right
Confusing and consuming her mind
She was called crazy and lame
Yet weird vibes spinning around
One day she finds out the truth
Love you, good night and sleep tight
Good morning love, my jaan
Then comes Lies, manipulation and gaslighting
She gets slapped for finding out things
Jaan gets protected and secured
She gets apologies with roses and cake
Jaan gets midnight texts
She got painful marks
Jaan got romantic songs
Feelings and Emotions
Became questions
Beat up, slaps, neck chokes
Curses, filth, everything that hurts
Broken, shattered, devastated
Pain took over her life
Grief or Grateful?
She was confused again
Only escape of life was her lord
Only relief was her lord
Manipulation took over trust
Abuse took over protection
Tears took over romance
Gratitude took over grieve
That’s how she is surviving
Collecting the broken pieces
To glue and fix
To become whole again
Accept the reality of the life
Pain, Joy, Happiness, Kindness revolving around
People manipulate, lie and cheat
God accepts, heals and mends
-Azra 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.
The man when born
and die,
In ruefully and
spiritless sigh,
And in middle of his
youth, he uproar,
Again and again
loath, with roar,
In this fiery
arrogant ways he
astonish,
His vitality and
humanity of mannish,
In this mid of
couple years he
repercussion,
And made a blast of
hatred ness with
emotion,
To show off his
power he transgress,
Make all petite
things mess,
A resplendent
landscape to fresh
foaming stream,
Who smile before the
lightening sun with
gleam,
And the choking air
with fluttering
birds,
Ain’t in peace and
comfort of his
girds,
The same activities
at the hoar,
As the senile men
try to soar,
Ho! Don’t venture
o’er this stake
race,
You shall refrain by
this base,
And to abide by this
fruitless grow,
Will ruin your all
speculation and
flow,
So a man, decide
where to go,
To live like a
nobility glow,
Or to live in the
rapacious magnitude,
And to die in thirst
of malicious
attitude,
A man with mob but
in solitude,
Or a man with no
fame but aim,
Remember, the world
is shadowy game,
What you sow, reap
the same
Let we get over this
line of livelihood,
And stipulate the
theme of
brotherhood.
M Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry ©