This War Is Not Going To End

I am hiding in the corner of a house….
Outside is more insecure and unsafe
and might be disastrous
I am in no mood for adventure
Conditions are bad even though suicide attacks
are not yet started in Karachi but are occurring farther North
Life is miserable there…
I can bet this war is not going to end
rather keep spreading to more and more areas
Fighting is not the solution to the problem
when you cannot even locate and catch your real enemy
War is waste of time, energy and money!
War is a bloody affair
The vanquished and the victors both are losers
they pay a price for their ‘caprice’!!

Let People Have Their Way!

It was heartening to hear Hillary Clinton remark a while ago on the TV that holding negotiations with the Talibans is possible provided they delinked themselves from Al-Qaida.

I think this is a good gesture by US leadership because evidently ( the war is entering almost its 9th year without any worthwhile gain!) war is not the solution to the problem. The Talibans and the common men are not the same and this distinction has to be made by the super powers. What is happening now is that the grit is also going with the grind with the result that those (the majority) who are with the Americans and the West are turning against them.

The super powers should also realize the fact that it is almost impossible to change the ideology of the Talibans. They are fundamental Muslims and would literally do any thing to have their own way. Why not let them have it in their own area or devise some way to banish them to some isolated place on earth as was done with criminals to inhabit Australia.

It is not surprising to see that the super powers have already failed to change the minds of people through force and even confining them to the hardships of Gitmo. Let the people have their way as long as they don't pose any threat to you. Mrs Clinton's statement seems to be a positive step in that regard and should be welcome by all.

Mazhur

جندڑی دکھاں پری

اوئے ماں دیا دینیا باز آجا

اے بھار میرے موہنڈے توں لا جا

کنوار کڑی توں روز پھنسائیں

کلیاں کلیں عیش اڈائیں

ونڈ معشوق دی پیندی  نئی وے

ادھی زنانی ہوندی نئی وے

 سانوں وی اپنے نال تو لے چل

ہورے ساڈی وی بن جائے گل

اپنی اپنی معشوق پھنسا کے

چلئیے فیر کشمیر دے لاگے

دل لاکے رل کے سیراں کریئے

کھیڈئیے ھنسئیے گھٹ گھٹ جپھیاں پائیے

رب سوہنے دا ناں سدا وے اچا

آجا شکر کرئیے بھگوان خدا دا

لب ہی جائے گی کوئی سوہن پری

لنگ جائے گی جندڑی دکھاں  پری

The Rape Of Christmas

Man proposes God disposes;
With shadows of death
lurking around,
Suicide bombers ruthlessly killing
innocent men, women and children
with every passing day;
Men in suicide jackets
Men in shiny uniforms
both loaded with paraphernalia of Death
with a singular aim to kill,
rape poor helpless women
abuse every abandoned child
One drunk with overdose of heroine
The Other intoxicated
with the pride of Power and Pelf,
Ah! these shameless rogues!
On the other we, the common men,
cannot even imagine of
Sex, marijuana, Rock n Roll
Every day is hell for us
Every night a purgatory;
Speak not of Christmas or Eid
Both are dead days for me!