Thursday, July 24, 2014

Dead working for bread.... this poem is dedicated to the working class , so cold in attitude, no greetings and no cheer up , we look at each other then turn our faces. From the School Yard to the Office - The Growing Trend.


Dead Bodies



I see the living dead,
Walking by my side working for bread,
They walk alongside talk and smoke,
I turned around to poke,
But could only see the living dead,
Walking by my side working for bread,

With fake emotions and dead eyes,
Walking by my side trying to advice,
I am scared with zombies around,
Living with dead is a curse like an open wound,
I see the living dead,
Walking by my side working for bread,


They look they smile,
Pretendable emotion demoralizes,
They call me alongside,
The healthy competition has died,
I see the living dead,
Walking by my side working for bread,

Human values have been destroyed,
My boss always looks annoyed,
No one smiles back with pride
Human jealousy that we subside,
I see the living dead,
Walking by my side working for bread.


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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