Tag Archives: Sindh


I live where 

modernity is unable
to break through barriers
disabled by customs
Underground change
will derange, exchange
long held traditions
new generation
adopt, adapt style
resistance is futile
still I will die fighting


Life need not to be a prison,
a jail for the dear heart
Wake up, make up and take up
Moments which will be lost
Loving again is easy, forgiving is not
They live happily, why should you rot
Nothing deep, nothing profound
Just a simple, shallow

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Insanity (in colour)

Look beyond the veil
You may find me insane
Hopping, cheering
Love endearing

Master of illusion
Lows and highs
Going nowhere
Reaching the skies

Suffering, cursing
And rehearsing
Life is a play
role in decay

Nothing at stake
why working so hard?
I don’t do logic
unfinished tasks!

Only ends with life
when I would
be quickly forgotten
never understood

AB 20 December 2013
Photo- SLR Self Portrait December, 2013

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What do you know about life

Don’t look at me as you have seen a ghost
I wonder loudly
Whether you have seen true life
Here are few questions
to make your brain functioning
Have you seen a still birth
Or a infant death
or cruelty of people when someone is down
Have you lost a friend in an unnecessary war
All are, I am just stating the obvious
What about beating by a racist mob
or lynching crowd running after you
just due to colour of your eyes
I haven’t seen it all
Or perhaps any, what I describe
It just make me wonder
when someone claims
they have figured all out
Mostly they are clueless
in the creative minds
possibilities are endless
Real world however does know that
And why do they care
What is fair or unfair
As long as some greenbacks
attached to a question
it is all fine, don’t
have to stay in the line,
just walk through and smile
I usually digress,
old age does that to you,
in my case however I always did it
these random thoughts
may not come across much
Finesse and such
never come close to my
hard solitary life


Disguised as a flower
Gabriel spoke to me
Giving hope of
Showing uncharted territory

Where the heaven
meets the horizon
Trees in the forest
sing in unison
songs of praise
for the nature above

My deeds are weak
My words are hollow
Still the hope
allows me to speak

I go back to my forefathers
honour intact,
head held high
Being true to
my creed

For roaming the earth
Sowing the seeds
of happiness, courage,
for a better world, indeed

AB 3 January, 2014
Photos AB Dec 2013

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