Monday, June 30, 2014

Deadly Valleys - A poem by a Muslim boy who turned a militant for money


Deadly Valleys


I miss those valleys, Flowers and trees,
Buzzing around the lovely bees,
The sky was having cotton balls,
We used to play out near the falls,

The valleys had these smiling flowers,
The color of rainbow had so much of positive power,
Chinar trees gave us the shade,
Love for each other could never fade,

The birds sang the melody of love,
It’s the valley of dancing dove,
The cover of greenery and trees,
Created Lovely air and fresh breeze,



Growing up is not that nice,
We finally realize the cost of rice,
I have so less, they have so more,
These the demands and life is so whore,

Less food and hungry nights,
The cold gave us chill bites,
All we wanted was a living,
The walk of life is unforgiving,

Only a simple kill can change my life,                                                                                                                 
That made me happy but not my wife,
She told me to hold the holy quran,
So this is how it all began,

Something wanted to stop me,
The wind tried to drop me,
I could witness the moon eclipsed the sun,
Earth shaked, every drop made them run,

At the odd hours of night,
Moon witnessed the blood shed with fights,
Lost love, mother and brother hatred ignite,
With corpses all around the night became quite,



It’s purely religion which over shadowed brother hood,
We killed and killed sons in every neighborhood,
Temples and Mosques were simply rock that stood,
The blood shed was a game and that was only understood,

The greed made me do dreadful things,
Money gave me big wings,
I killed those with whom I grew,
My brothers, my uncles all were slew,

Little hands that played together,
Peace and love is a lost treasure,
The green valley turned red,
All my loved ones were dead,

The lakes taught me to pour more in life,
The valleys called me to blooms bright,
Eyes of hatred have become a knife,

And we are destroying heaven with this fight.

s of hatred have bec

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

A poem about how you feel when u cry.... When i have to cry

               When I have to cry



My heart gets so heavy when I have to cry,
I don’t know why, I don’t know why,
I feel so weak yet so strong,
I am so crowded yet so alone,


This kills my hope,
I don’t know why, I don’t know why,
When tears roll down my cheek,
They spill my heart and make me weak,


My eyes get red,
I don’t know why I don’t know why
I try to hold myself stiff,
But they fall making a briff,


And I close my eyes,
But I know why,
To stop me cry,
And make my eyes dry.


Thursday, January 2, 2014

Happy New Year Friends, have a great year ahead....


                         Happy New Year 2014


Hope I did alright,
Would try my best to be better after tonight,


Apologies to all those with whom I was harsh,
Would try to cover the marsh,


Let’s clear our heart with all hatred,
And have a relation more Sacred.



Wish you all a Very Happy New year 2014  

Friday, December 6, 2013

How to tie my shoes: A small poem expressing a young boy’s plight who has lost his mother and now on his own misses her when it comes to shoe laces as he used to get ready for School himself but tying laces was always an issue and it still is....

                           How to tie my shoes:

Your hand and my laces
Made me cross many faces
But no one can still teach me
How to tie a shoe laces?

My fingers get confused
I look at hundred faces, I can't find you
No similar smiles
I tried looking thousands miles

As I kid, I missed the learning
That has become my burning
It’s now my turning
How to tie a shoe laces?



The knots unfold a mystery
Reminds me of history
When you were here to protect
After you I was the point of neglect

The knots confuse me,
The laces fuse me
And no one can teach me
How to tie a shoe laces?

I miss your fingers tangled in my lace
Life is on run and I have to race
But they are a maze
Which still keep me amaze?


Now I guess I know how to tie
But I wish you were her to stop me cry
Your arms, your eyes are memories
They are the only treasuries

Though you will be with me always
But the laces will remind me of you


Miss you....

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

A Light at Mid-Night....

A Light at Mid-Night

Every night I see a light,
In dark it shines bright,

I wondered is it a star shining,
Or an artificial foresight,

I saw it growing daily,
Brighter and brighter every valley,

Only I could see it,
Does it really exist?

I thought it to be my inner fire,
My dreams or my suppressed desires,

Then suddenly I woke up at mid-night,
Saw the light again burning bright,

It was flashing from blue, yellow, red and green,
Giving me a solid migraine,




I thought day and night,
Looking for an answer woke up whole next night,

 Saw it again near my neighbour’s window,
Was rubbing my eyes to see the truth,

Woke up in the morning wondering,
Did I really see a light? Burning bright,

A shooting star, an alien attack,
What it was i can never bet,

The minute I told my sister,
Was sure I won’t see that ever again,

It happened, was not surprised,
I still wonder did I ever saw that light,

But sometimes I still see those sparks burning bright,
Every mid –night shines a bright light.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Some Quotes


                           Quotes of the day:

# Don’t waste your time or time will make you a total waste. – Gul Kapoor



# I wish i could fart out my fat. – Gul Kapoor


   # For all those who have issues with me, back off, i am in LOVE <3 - Gul Kapoor






Sunday, September 29, 2013

Few Stars in the sky - The greatest destroyer of peace is abortion because if a mother can kill her own child, what is left for me to kill you and you to kill me? There is nothing between.



              FEW STARS IN THE SKY

I just realized you in me,
Growing up and glued with me,
I will give you love and tender,
Will never be your ender,
There are always few stars in the sky,
Few we can see and few just go by,

Oh! You were not wanted I just realized,
Your father just demonized,
I have to kill you my heart sinks,
They gave me multiple drinks,

All I see is bloody flood,
And you were just a flower bud,
What I did was not right,
But my situation was very tight,



I am suffering so are you,
My souls is dying and you are too,
Your soul screamed inside,
I felt when you died,
There are always few stars in the sky,
Few we can see and few just go by,

Forgive me if you can, 
I did what was ban,
I never had an upper hand,
I will pretend as nothing planned, 




It was so pleasant and so meaningful,
You were beautiful now painful, 
I would never forget nor forgive myself,
The grief of losing you would he realize himself,

You will always be near my child,
Though I knew you were suffering but I smiled, 
I will always miss you my child,
We humans are civilized yet so wild,

Miss you, miss you so much,
Like that star which I see every night,
But I can never touch and just see the sight,
There are always few stars in the sky,
Few we can see and few just go by.





Monday, September 16, 2013

Its not easy being a women, a Muslim women, a young girl shares her hopes and dreams.. THE DAY WILL COME WHEN I WILL FLY

                                  THE DAY WILL COME WHEN I WILL FLY

Why can’t I see the sky?
Why do I have to cry?
Asked my mother, am I cursed?
When will the day come when I will fly?

I wish I were a bird,
Fly high to the sky,
Blossom like a spring flower,
When will the day come when I will fly?

Morning the sun bright,
Moon the blissful night,
Why can’t I enjoy day and night?
When will the day come when I will fly?


   Why this dark dress covering my body,
   Why it holds my soul tight,
   But hope within my heart never dies,
   The day will come when I will fly.

   If being a daughter is such a curse,
   Then take my soul and give me freedom,
   It will happen when the earth meets the sky,
   The day will come when I will fly.
   The day will come when I will fly.


Monday, September 2, 2013

Death is equally important as life, no matter what, you have to love it & accept it. A poem expressing death and life - A Poem by Gul Kapoor.

DEATH THE MERCIFUL

The mercy of life is death,
Which takes your final breath,
No more will you feel the pain,
And it is your final gain,

It is a journey that we need to travel,
Option less we move with the channel,
From child to adult we pass the phases;
Life and death is just part of chases,

We live and we struggle to survive,
But no one will hear our final shrive,
Dissolve your ego like salt in water,
It will help you in final slaughter,

From life to death and death to life,
It’s the company of black widow wife,
The only happiness is the smile that you lend,
It is life which you can never amend,


Life never provides you with a push button,
It is so prompt and so sudden,
Death has the power to change sides,
To travel again is the misery of life.

If I have to die then let me die tonight,
Let me also travel galaxies and touch the sky,
And fall back again as a baby on earth, but why?
Again to travel the phases of life?

Again to feel the happiness and pain,
And it would be going in vain,
If I die let it be forever and tonight,
The pain would end and the soul would be bright.

The mercy of life is death,
This takes your breath,
No more will you feel the pain,
And it is your final gain.