Perception

Innocence remains
The face is the same
Beauty hasn’t faded
It’s your eyes
Your harsh reality lens
And what you sense
Vision is jaded

Flight

past, as a crow, flies
in front my eyes
memories,
few were true
many were lies
to accommodate
sleep at night
smiles in days bright
live a simple life
no conscience fight
to admire present
ignore future fright

Ashes

Dust and ashes
Reminds the end
beginnings, pretend
heaven send
Or was it hell
Time will tell
What is to there to sell
soul sold
heart under hammer
Can’t speak a word
Stammer stammer
Amend your words
Correct grammar
it won’t change the script
Decrypt the message
Open the passage
Time to go
End the lust
of eternal life
Going is must
Ashes and dust
Where is the coffin
Lay it to rest
Ashes and dust
and gust, takes it away
to deep dark
unknown valleys
spread last remains
of bones and flesh
comprehend
powerless being

Wisdom and cynicism

Age, is the mightiest sage
Cynicism replaces rage
every moment, night
everyday is the wage
even to infinity
observe and gauge
will never understand until
your time, your page

Concrete oasis burning

Humans worse than
animals at the gates
murdering anyone who
they see against their fates
hands are blackened
by the blood they spill
eyes red, heavens
nightmares their heads fill
without looking at faces
who they kill, they kill
innocent screams in fear,
ignored by savages with no ears

This was written after a terrorist attack in Karachi in June 2014, a city I am fond of and have amazing memories. The photos are from Jinnah international airport which was targeted and many innocent people were killed, all terrorists are dead as well.

One more London place

roaming aimlessly,
clicking shamelessly
carefree and serene
a midday scene
trying to ignore
the storm in store
blood and gore
that has become
our world
that much intolerance
death and violence
children not spared
elderly not cared
humanity badly fared
attack and revenge
mindless avenge
Peshawar is charred
Parisiens life scarred
innocent blood
spilled and flood
the gates of heaven
tears trickle down
resolve breakdown
no optimism trace
deepening sorrow I face
in the false serenity,
eerie calmness
of one more London place

Contropiracy

What part I played in evolution
Science, discovery’s revolution
Let’s have endless debate about this
Controversy conspiracy conspiversy
Lord’s mercy, on your soul

Clouds cry

chimneys pour
smoke in my pores
my soul is sour
I cry acid drops
when everything is dead
then will you stop?

Home

However it is
It’s my home
My castle, my life
In hunger, in strife
My refuge, my dome
It’s my home

Don’t say bad things
it’s not posh
You look through my eyes
It’s better than
White House
It’s better than
even Rome
It’s my home

Life has been tough
I hit the rough
many times
Each time I know
What to read
Where is my tome
It’s my home

Invaders have come
Bruises and some
Scorching sun
Making sure I burn
This will be life, and
catacomb
It’s my home

When

Another year passed
no signs of
impending arrival
plenty of faith
hope could only last
Alas, till my last breath