Forgotten Lover

Forgotten Lover

I entail your enormous status in my world,
Giving consent to barren thoughts to live alive
I decipher the wrapped path of light,
And envious shadow formerly hide behind your mercy,
Illuminated I saw my mortality for a time,
Immersed my world and jolted me,
Knowing the theme of Meadows I left all,
Moonlight orchid pictured my whole life,
Fanciful I wished to kept alive,
There away, long away from this mean world,
.
.
Where I could fortify my negatives,
So should I became a tinker for no reasons…?

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Who Am I?

Who Am I?

Who am I,
Where my home,
What name,
What my identity?

Who am I,
Where from,
Where to go,
What he pathway end,
I know not, not not,
If known, lead me to,
Lead me to?

Who am I,
What my name,
Where am I from,
What my destination,
Where to go finally,
Say you
If can enlighten upon?

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Kashmir Delirium

Kashmir Delirium

Kashmir Delirium

Oh People Of Earth! Thankful are we,
For each act of benevolence shown to us.
Your gilded sweet words describing,
The beauty of Kashmir, land and people.

Mention in books and talks of it’s riches,
Naming it the Sweet Paradise Of Earth.
The Lord has been bountiful to Kashmir,
Treasure of resources in every sphere.

To elevate each aspect, our wish for life,
As every acre of this land is worth millions.
Full of treasures and recreational value,
Forestry with grandeur and silvery rivers.

The outside world’s view is so limited,
Simple folks living in the lap of rich bounty.
Mentioned in world forums and organizations,
But what of the goal of giving us freedom?

What has The UN established in our name?
To measure the pain and anguish we bear,
At the hands, of our supposed benefactors.
The saviours who has us fractured.

But in reality they train their enforcers,
In the art of creating oceans of tears.
The red blood now hidden in camouflage,
The spent shells now gathered and hidden.

The leaders we are told to elect in electoral shams,
Run publicity kiosks and swell friend lists.
Joint conferences to address personal interests
Dialogues that never address the root issues.

Just the formalities and no sympathy,
For the ones burnt in cruel sadistic reprisals.
The hypocrisy continues deliriously unabated,
More augmentation of the security forces.

For a first hand view of deep hypocrisy,
Walk this land, you know as beautiful.
Religious leaders will teach you political artistry,
Sermons full of ambiguity and guile.

Waywardness and narrow mindedness on display,
Political apologists give great lessons.
Religion and religious ethnicity are tools,
That keep minds and bodies in total check.

Gamesmanship by leaders is the rule of thumb,
As promises are forgotten once office is obtained.
When writing of this succulent beautiful land,
Write of the air, pregnant with sadistic practices.

This land is being stripped of worldly treasures,
And the greatest treasure is mistreated daily.
The best of nation is the inhabitants,
Ignored are the real gems of this beautiful paradise.

© Perveiz Ali

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The Night Is Dark and Full of Terror

The Night Is Dark and Full of Terror

The night is dark and full of terrors.
Last light retreated behind the furthest hills
And darkness crept forth;
Timidly at first, then bolder and raging–
A hand reaching from the vastness
To seize another dawn into its embrace.
And with it came demons
That trifle with men’s souls,
Leaving them flayed, defenseless,
Laid open to the savagery of those
With less mercy than guile.
And I lie awake and wide eyed;
For the night is dark and full of terrors.

Behind the shutters of our days
An epic battle is underway.
One that consumes and destroys;
One that hones and rebuilds–
Adversaries that define us all.
At the clashing of these two armies,
In the frontline of chaos,
There we stand, an unwilling collateral
Sacrificed on the dais of apprehension.
The alter of twilight.
Whispered warnings as the tumult envelops us–
Ominously whispering
That the night is dark and full of terrors.

But struggle as it might
The darkness and terrors are disarmed
By the most modest of things–
Delicate glows, mere specter
Growing to vivid brilliance.
Lighting a path, or a room
In the most obscure halls of our hearts.
And behind these beacons we marshal;
They temper our mettle,
Turning night into day,
Desperation into expectancy,
And grant us the courage to prevail–
When the night is dark and full of terrors.

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New Year Is Coming, I Think You Will Look New, Oh, No, O Maddie, What Are you, I Am The Same Man!

New Year Is Coming, I Think You Will Look New, Oh, No, O Maddie, What Are you, I Am The Same Man!

The new is coming,
I think,
You will appear to be new!,
Said he.

Hearing it, replied he,
Oh, no,
Yare Paglei,
I shall not,
I am the same man
Whom saw you yesterday!

Oh, no,
Just the time will be new,
I am the same man,
You the same one,
But we taking it anew, afresh,
My friend!

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