Category: Poem

[Yet another something I dug from my ‘things i wrote’ folder.. 🙂 ] Every human shape I perceive Has a Satan lying underneath The eyes have a banner: ‘We have no shame’ And Satan laughs for he has got fame. Violence and immorality fill the atmosphere And in making this possible every person has his…

A Journey that was complete A strong body with an oppressed soul Struggling to know life’s goal Had a difficult time among bid boulders More so because of his burdened shoulders His favorite words were ‘I’ and ‘Me’ Evil surrounded him as far as he could see One day he wished to see some light…

Childhood lost… When Childhood is lost humanity cries for those alive… walking with an arrogant stride with heads up high in gruesome pride Ah! the tear that falls no more from the eye that’s all dry The questioning look and an expression that’s all sour Wretched indeed is life where life’s innocence has been stolen…

We are the Muslim Ummah Slaves of Kufr! We sit back and cry As our brethren die Yet, some of us are so great That we start cursing the Muslim fate Among us, there are some more Who remark; “Muslims! There is no cure!” While there are others least concerned? When Muslims are killed and…

cuddled up in the folds of the leaves the shine within the green the droplet stays after the rain brings the green dispels the grays an eye for beauty finds it in abundance in nooks and corners in things quite evident in clarity, in subtility… purity speaks of beauty… cuddled up in the folds of…

Tiny seeds… an ugly string… a blob awaiting flight…. Spreads its wings and awaits flight…. Visits flowers Drinks the sweet and one fine day it dies. A short beautiful story The story of a butterfly with beautiful colours speaks of a journey of different forms of different colours and yet of life… different and yet…