I Know

I know why the wind blows
I know what message it brings;
We may be made for one another
yet there is a parting line between us;
I know we are star-crossed lovers
I know we cannot forever meet
I know separation is our destiny
I know I know and you too know it well
every night is followed by a day
every day by night
both are there striving to meet
but destined to stay aloof!

Mystery of Right and Left

What did you have in mind, Chaucer,
When you wrote Canterbury Tales?
Did you mean to give a new meaning
To good and evil as a matter of policy?
Was good meant to allude to Right
And Evil to Left or viceversa’?
Well, whatever you had in mind
People have made their own deductions
And both of them seem to be Right? Wrong?
Half the world is Leftist Half Rightist
There are Left wings and Right wings
Everywhere.
Cars are driven on the left in England and India
On the Right in America and Australia
Latin’s languages are scribed
From Left to Right
Arabic and Persian from Right to Left
Unusually some like the Japanese
scribe from Right to Left as well as
Top to Bottom!
O Chaucer! What made you write
Your Masterpiece?
What motivated you to judge Good and Evil
Without considering their direction?
Right is Rightly good in some places
Left is Rightly good in other
If both Left and Right are Good
Then what’s Evil about?
When ever I look at the clock
(I have looked at the Big Ben too)
It surprises me to note that no one
Has yet noticed why all the Hands
Of this Chronometer are still moving
In the Right Direction
when making them move
From Left to Right would also serve the purpose
Without casting any Evil spell on Time!

New Year

The world had always been like this
good and evil at loggerheads;
fear not nor let your thoughts suffer
keep your morale up and high
pursue your convictions true
and be blessed till eternity!!

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!