Posted in Descriptions, My Random Thoughts, My poems, Pakistan, Politics, Random poetry, Youth, humanity, inspiration in poetry, metaphorical, security sitation of pakistan, society, tagged Appeal For Humanitarian Help, Children, Millitary Operation In Swat, Refugees Of Swat and Buner, Taliban's insurgency in Swat and Buner, The IDP's, The Life Of People In Refugee Camps, War In Swat, Women on May 22, 2009 | 7 Comments »
Ignominy pulled the chaddars
of the heads of their womenfolk
and indignity handed begging bowls
to the men once very esteemed.
Their children flash on our tv screens
like stars but they are meteors of irony.
The protection of their homes
sulked into illusion for no fault of theirs
as they stumble upon mirage after mirage
getting hurt in the process.
The piercing holes of [...]
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Posted in Love, My Random Thoughts, My poems, Personal, Random poetry, Rhymes, humanity, inspiration in poetry, longing, tagged Concern, Distress, Gratitude, heart, Irony, Pain, Reciprocal Love, Unloving, World on March 26, 2009 | 20 Comments »
Not getting
the reciprocal love
could also be
a blessing;
I can’t thank you much,
for, how would I’ve resisted
the pull of your quagmired
affection, had you shown some?
And I’d have lost
to you, all my worth;
the concern I owe
to a world dying
below the poverty line
of love.
Though its hard to tame
a fretful heart
craving to taste
what it gave.
Yet, the pain of
your separation
doesn’t kill, [...]
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Posted in Descriptions, Hope, My Random Thoughts, My poems, Pakistan, Politics, Random poetry, World Affairs, humanity, inspiration in poetry, longing, metaphorical, security sitation of pakistan, society, tagged Bajaur, Dreams, Home, Homelessness, Internal Wars, Internally Displaced People, Lament, People In Refugee Camps, Rockets, Shelling on March 21, 2009 | 11 Comments »
Our house, the mixture of
mud and stones,
was feeble, yet it homed
our aspirations
in all the moods of life;
when the sun smiled,
or the clouds roared,
or the sky wept
or the winds howled.
It didn’t crumbled
with natural blows
but the man-made woes,
in the shape of shells
of metal and mortar
that over it fell
it could shield us no more
Survival took us by the [...]
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Posted in Descriptions, Love, Mothers, My Random Thoughts, My poems, Pakistan, Politics, World Affairs, humanity, longing, security sitation of pakistan, tagged 9/11, Iftikhar Mohammad Chaudhry, Illegal Hand Overs, Lament Of A Mother, Missing Persons, Pervez Musharraf, Secret Agencies, Sue Moto Actions, The War On Terror, Wait on March 13, 2009 | 9 Comments »
The post 9/11 Musharraf era in Pakistan saw an unprecedented rise in hand overs of Pakistani citizens to US investigative agencies by our own government on the pretext of cooperating with the world against terrorism, which to many, in fact, was a move to earn monitory gains on part of the government at the expense [...]
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Posted in My Random Thoughts, My poems, Random poetry, humanity, metaphorical, social evils, tagged Deteriorating Human Values, Dracula, Human Species, Killings, Sarcasm, Spilling Innocent Blood, Todays World, Vulturous Methods, Wars on February 25, 2009 | 14 Comments »
The water is too little
to help us survive,
so we devised the
Draculine ways
to do the life.
We have plenty of wells,
sprouting oceans
of blood to quench
our sadistic thirst.
Employing the vulturous
methods we wouldn’t die
of hunger of our desire
for the human flesh
is in abundance.
We will last forever!
They are naïve
to say that we
are in danger.
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Posted in Descriptions, Hope, Love, My Random Thoughts, My poems, Personal, Politics, Random poetry, humanity, inspiration in poetry, longing, mysterious, society, tagged A War Within, Body And Soul, Confused State Of Mind, Efforts Of Peac Making, Hopes, Internal Satisfaction, Mind And Heart, Peace, Personal Conundrums, prayers, Troubled World on January 27, 2009 | 11 Comments »
Like the war-ravaged
world I reside in,
a battle-zone
lies in the cells of
my brain stretching to
the areas inside my chest,
where my role constantly
changes from a peace-maker
to an active soldier
to a mere spectator.
As if fueled by
an external beneficiary,
the trouble never settles.
Torn, whenever I try
to seek refuge
in a peaceful heart
I’m readily refused,
for strangers are
feared as trouble-makers.
Amid the failure
of all [...]
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Posted in Descriptions, My Random Thoughts, My poems, Politics, World Affairs, humanity, social evils, tagged Doha Open Tennis, Generous Arab Shiekhs, Israeli Attacks On Gaza, Killings Of Innocent Palestinians, Palestine, Qatar, Senseless World on January 13, 2009 | 18 Comments »
When the copters were
swarming the Gazans
and stinging the infants
and childs and women
and all who were living,
with the poisonous
bullets and rockets,
a Shiekh in Qatar,
(not very far)
was standing on
a carpet, red
(like blood of the innocents)
handing a trophy of gold,
(sculptured as an Eagle
like an Israeli drone)
to the winner of the
Qatar Open Tennis.
I, the sports enthusiast
couldn’t decide
which game to [...]
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Posted in Love, My poems, Translated poetry, Tributes, Urdu Poetry, Youth, humanity, inspiration in poetry, society, tagged Sindhi Literature, The Meteorological Department, Translations From Sindhi Poetry, Translations From Urdu Poetry, Mubarak Ahmad, Ishaq Samejo, Vagrants, Sindh, Separation, Weathers, Criticicm, Rainy Seasons on December 18, 2008 | 13 Comments »
The Meteorological Department..
Original In Sindhi By : Ishaq Samejo
Translation : Aadil Omer
This time again,
The Meteorological Department
Has announced that
Current will the weather
Of our separation.
The mountains will not receive
Any lightening,
Canals will not flow,
Rivers will be dry,
And our fields will be naked
Like our children.
Thirst will rest upon our lips
And hunger will be [...]
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It was a prominent private hospital where people from every nook and corner of the country would come to seek cure of their ailments. The news of Mr. Abdullah’s kidney transplant surgery spread in the area like a wild fire.
On the day of the operation the hospital was filled to the full by a multitude [...]
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“A reasonable man adapts himself to the world while an unreasonable man tries to adapt the world to himself, so all the the progress depends on the unreasonable men”
(George Bernard Shaw)
Its not just today,
That I’ve been scorned,
For venturing into,
A land; unseen.
That I’ve been contempted,
For deviating the norms,
Set by the normal beings.
I have been criticized,
And [...]
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