Isn’t it enough?

Isn’t it enough?

Aug 14

Today there’s no poem but the poet Isn’t it enough for you? Words, sentences, stanzas are fragments of me Punctuations never halt my thoughts in few lines. I am more than a poem. You jump from a line to another From a stanza to other to get my thoughts but not me. A poet dies a new man with every new poem.   In thought a poet is not a man but men In person he is a single flesh. Today...

Separatist

Separatist

Jul 20

Death You are a dreadful separatist! Even an assassin trembles at your thought.   Death Man hates you are invincible Doctors are busy in making elixir to deceive you.   Death You are a scarecrow in the pasture of life Where even a child fears to go.   Death Your accomplice Time hastens parades to the graves To make you a lethal winner.   Death You separate man when he is...

Lost in Debris

Lost in Debris

Jun 10

My brother I cried with you when they bombed Homes I saw your tears on TV and your bleeding pics on newspapers. My tears were unseen; my pain wasn’t anything like yours Yet I sobbed, I cried. Your mom and dad are buried under the debris of the same house That once gave them shade and shelter. You fled in sudden fear leaving behind your sweet Syria But you carried your little sis in one...

Individual Time

Individual Time

May 27

Time is out of essence without difference Presence of absence has made it clear That something is missing from something And it makes the difference felt. We see things in difference, in absence of something. This has got so quotidian in habit, so usual in practice We ignore unconsciously the difference we see, We conceive, we make. Still in difference time exists, so the essence. Md. Shahrear ...

It’s time

It’s time

Apr 19

I see I hear I feel I say I write But I do Nothing or a little!   Now… Time for action not words.     19 April 2014 Samasan, Abha, KSA      ...

A Country on Lease!

A Country on Lease!

Mar 01

A country with a good prospect A country with blind brutes A country with many resources Both natural and fake fruits Is on lease!   Here lights and clouds Dreams and shrouds Everything sells at cheap In number or in heap Everything is available!   Here with every purchase With trust, with truths With corns, with crudes In cash or kind Concoction is free!   You can enjoy time fine...

Every word feels like a traitor

Every word feels like a traitor

Feb 16

Every word feels like a traitor Whatever I put in words It ends without meaning. Words do not make sentences And sentences do not give meaning. Foxy mind treats me a fool who can’t put ideas in syllables. Words take it a chance not to formulate, not to cohere Or not to cohabit with thoughts and signs In a promiscuous spontaneity. I feel like betrayed in thoughts by words. 16 February 2014...

Nihil

Nihil

Jan 30

Your God, my God Never sit together Never talk together Never come together Never go together.   You have a God In shape-numerously glimpsed In number- myriads of frills Hanging from the countless curtains.   Your God is nature or nothing Not to be worshiped But to be felt in the name of liberty From the cross-questioning.   My God is invisible Perceived not by senses but by His...

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