Posts Tagged ‘love’

i am a poet

November 16, 2017

i am a poet

of things past

some lost in angst

some in laughs

brought out by an urge

to recall to the last

comma and fullstop

of what happened

neither slow

nor fast

for you dear reader

to read

not judge

a life lived

different than your lot

so let it be

till the next thought

nudges the cobwebs

of the mind

moving the fingers

to write

yet another story

in another time

till it is

ordained

to become

a future lost

in another post

as a poem new

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lahore – 00:40 pm

16-11-2017

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till the next call

November 5, 2017

i am alone

every day on the road

the madness

called road rage

manifest all around me

traffic careening insanely

my cocoon of the car

at least apparently

giving safety

and i smile

while around me

so many left at the mercy

of a God

seemingly merciless to them

whose will they are told it was

and then i recall

climbing the stairs to an office

to meet three kids

whose parents were burnt

by a frenzied mob

in a brick kiln

in 2014

vacant eyes looked at me

accusatory expressions

of mistrust and maybe hate

for we represented all they

‘have not’

i shuddered

they were thinking

what i think

every time a caller says

may i ask about Gul?

and in that microcosm of time

we were one

maybe the middle one

the five centuries old girl sonia

sensed it

for she smiled

he is not here to reopen our wounds

he knows our hurt is his!

and we though alone in ourselves

were one for that moment in time

i saw kids in that room

not of 11, 9 and 5

but three lives

at whom life had thrust

the mantle of adulthood

in the body and mind of

children at an age

when Ben 10, Tom & Jerry

and cartoon network

should take their time

not someone asking about

death!

forgotten, forlorn, shattered

playthings in the hands of society

which plays with them

not puts playthings in their hands

and so it ended

Shama, Shahzad, Suleman, Sonia, Poonam, Gul, I and a five month foetus in the mother’s womb

together yet alone

forgotten

except to talk of the horror of the day

once again

and the next instant

a cup of tea

good bye

till the next call

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lahore

05/11/2018 – 18:00 hours

lahore

today i cried

June 24, 2017

today i cried for the 22 loved ones lost in manchester

today i cried for gul rukh tahir

today i cried for the 70,000 loved ones lost in pakistan

today i cried for my helplessness

today i cried for having lost faith in a fate fated

today i cried as i sat looking at the blank tv screen for i did not have the strength to reach for the remote and see manchester

today i cried as i saw my reflection in the tv screen juxtaposed with scenes from 10/05-09 till today

today i cried at not feeling sad, angry, mad, crazed, but at just sitting numb – living the moments with the loved ones left to mourn the 22 of manchester

today i cried at the agony of those waiting for news of their loved ones in hospital.

and today i cried for i do not know what.

tahir wadood malik

23/24.05.17 midnight till 01.00 hours

The Lahore that lahore Was

September 10, 2015

my last blog about Lahore

I wish I could say “Lahore Lahore aie”, but then I would be unfaithful, both to Lahore and my memories of that city of my childhood

hidden path (poem new here, but from february!)

September 11, 2013

letting go

or discovering

unlearning to learn

rediscovering anew

a passage of rights

of sorts, uncharted

less known for us

the path strewn

with nettles

pebbles so small

that wound the feet

small droplets of blood

marking the path

for those who follow

to know they are

not alone

attracting also

the insects

like hounds to

the smell or

primeval instinct

of the hunt

the odor of fear

picked by the

keen nose

straining at the

leash for the

hunters whistle

so the uncertain

hidden path

future unknown

but pain certain

beckons,

come.

 

 

7 February 13

09:55 am

Rain over sleep!

May 26, 2013

Today’s early morning rain and the day long cool respite from the heat spell of the last few weeks, and this!

May 26, 2013 – 7.38 pm

 

A light flashed on the wall

An electric blue fleeting streak

Strong enough to penetrate

Through the small aperture

In the curtain and the wall

And then it was gone!

Like a car headlight beam

Playing hide and seek on the wall

As it turned the street

And I relaxed again,

Trying to cajole the elusive sleep

To settle on my eyelids

And give me some rest

At four in the morning

But then came the sound

Of a hundred hoof beats rolling

In the distance, and I smiled.

That was the light of the lighting

And this the thunders clap

I sat up to welcome the first drops

Of the rain forecast by the weatherman

The rain to allay the heat filled

Life and bring a long awaited relief!

And thunder only heard this time

The lightening perhaps farther

Than could penetrate the gap

And I strained my ears,

To hear the first drop of rain

Hit the parched earth

To bring forth the smell

Knowing it was futile

For the whir of the cooler’s fan

Drowned even thoughts and dreams

And then the smell

Bursting forth from

The bosom of the earth

Like the night of sorrow

Coming forth to meet me

Like a long lost love

And I smiled

Let sleep not come now

For this was bliss and more

Relaxing at this point

Than any sleep could be!

teray ishq nachaya – your love makes me dance

September 6, 2010

baba bulleh shah’s immortal song of love