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.

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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....