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.

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Whispers

Whispers

They rest
With pale shadows
Gazing at the changing horizons
Haunting me.
I can’t hear
The echo of my heart
Lost in the exasperating crowd.
My ancestors lived in them.
The ever widening roads
And pigeon holes
Brushed them away.
They are now ruins!
We engrave
Our beloved ones names
On their walls
Spit ugly colors
But they still
Gaze at my offspring and murmur
“This was an abode of ours”

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TRINITY

TRINITY

From the descent of Aseda comes three men with the mandate
Who live somewhere up above the moon.
The whole world turned mundane
And the sun lost its power at noon
When one of them was betrayed.
.
The world raced
Darkness fell upon the earth
Gloom washed the face of the sky
Even the stars mourned the betrayal of a priceless saint
A son whose innocence,knows no stain.
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These three men made a pact
To make the one a three
And the three a one
For none was independent of the other
They house each another
Like a shell, a yolk and an albumen
Lke water,
And steam and ice,
Spirit, soul in a body.
.
In the thrilling three
Love and unity, a bond-age around them
In partnership, these men shake the pillars of the earth
United in one purpose
Their existence,a mystery
An unsolved puzzle to mankind.
.
But will this triune lose its tune?
As the spirit clamours for freedom
From it’s soul and body
Which held it sturdy
.
We birth and we die
But God is in Nigeria.
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Horses and Soles

Horses and Soles

You are white, so you ride on white horses,
But I am black, so, I am entitled to trek only on black soles.
But be reminded
That your white horse has got not soul
But my own justice-denied black sole has got living soul.
So, you risk your life and soul on the sole of a soul-less horse
While I live on my discredited black soles which have got living soul.
Call me justice, for that’s who I am
To bring equity, between horses and soles.
.
Remember and be informed also
That this ember called racism
Shall soon eat up your members,
For your white horses also have black hoofs,
Yes, black soles,
And black eye pupil.
I was told your blood too is not white,
Neither that of your horse.
And I also have a red blood
That heats your winter’s cold.
Your horse is an hoax
And my sole is my soul.
Call me justice, for that’s who I am
To bring equity between horses and soles.
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War of Two Worlds at Thermopylae

War of Two Worlds at Thermopylae

Earth lost its radiation.
This made a stupid king demand earth and water.
Oh! There was a polar shift
Hermes and Mercury raised fists.
At that time, cupid was asleep.
.
There was a gravitational pull
That drew Pluto to Nash
In the adventure of Pluto Nash.
For Jupiter and Mercury’s clash,
The gods are not to blame.
.
Xerxes was a threatening sound
That sounds more like a dumb god’s name.
Open your heart but do not understand,
For these are the days of Isaiah, Daniel, Mordecai and Esther.
Today, Xerxes wants Earth and Water.
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Panthera leo is the king of the jungle
So was Leonidas in the assembly of the gods,
For he defied the divine’s decree
And held the moon captive
Against the sensual drunk goddess of Sparta.
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Hear o Earth! Hold your Water,
And Water, flow not out,
For ghosts shall die tonight
And immortals, buckets shall kick.
Oh Persians! This is Sparta
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Slowly like the silk cocoon,
The stricken line coined out of a cave
But was met with blood-thirsty Leo-ni-pards.
There, I saw three hundred killing thousands
In the foremost Armageddon.
.
The Leo, was so skilled and hot;
Told the god-king, “Thou shall bleed”
Immortals he killed, the king he bled
But he was not like his wife had said,
“Come back with your shield or on it.”
.
Accursed was the hunchbacked Ephialtes,
For he uncovered the Spartians’ rear
And handed his king to be killed,
Sold his nation for a prize
When hell was let loose at Thermopylae.
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22-09-2015

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The Pawns

The Pawns

The Pawns

Who you are to your leaders?
Naught but a vote to be courted?
Once secured and rank obtained,
They then bully you for petty gains?
Buried in a sea of atrocities and humiliations,
No shame is displayed by them,
At dismal failure of their promises.
Why should they feel shame?
As you repeat this unending cycle,
A willing participant in this insanity.
You are in a mire, you helped create,
Where fascists and murderers are torch bearers.
Projected as messiahs for restless souls,
You the supporter aiding the killers,
Of your conscious and noble soul.

© Perveiz Ali

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