Archive for June, 2010

Yearning for peace

D mighty boom of the cannons

rent d air

grounds tat were once so lush and green

lay barren and gray

crimson pools spread abt

filled perennially

by d blood flowg off human bdies

So much is lost

but to  gain what?

Till death they are d patriots of the country

after death what is the difference

between friend and foe

the grief of human loss is d same

across borders and beliefs

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Sadness

She smiles as they laugh around

But her beautiful eyes remain

Endless pools of sadness

They call themselves her friends

Yet they do not see

Past her confidence

That masks the hurt underneath

She catches me staring at her

And she gives me a smile

The same sad smile

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A rainy day…

my hand at photography...

Sitting on the roof top

Pondering my words

Hoping that inspiration would strike

But all that struck

Was the beat of the rain

Still I welcomed the respite

From the heat of the day

The air cools

And the wind whips droplets

onto my face

People scramble

To get away from the rain

As I drag my feet

Reluctant to move away

The wives pull in

The clothes left out to dry

Kids hop down the bus

To splash in the puddles

I take in the earthy wet smell

The sky looks so beautiful

Stormy yet strangely still….

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Flight

Wings stretched wide

You soar the sky

The stillness of

the wide lake below

A contrast to your speed

Sweeping down from the heavens

The tip of your wing

Brushes the mirroring waters

As you revel

In the feel of the wind

Ruffling your feathers

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Last Bow

The lights go out

and the crowd goes wild

i stand up

and take a bow

And when i turn back

and look upon my memories,

i cannot separate

the stage from me…

i pick a rose

from me feet,

the sweet bloom

sets my heart free…

I wonder

who would be

by my side

as i exit my last stage

even as I’m surrounded today…

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A glimpse of heaven

A week ago:

It was evening and mum and i went upstairs to take the clothes,which had been  hung out to dry on the line. but this is what we spent half an hour admiring

what does it look like????

the light shining down...

Cap on a cloud...

the vibgyor...

the silver lining to being stuck at home with nothing to do is that i’ve started appreciating the finer points of nature…very zen!!!

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Amina


Amina was dead. Amina with her twinkling brown eyes, soft smile and gentle ways, was dead.

Killed by my brother to save the family’s honor when she tried to run away with the neighbor’s son Khalid.

Abba clapped Afsal, my oldest brother on his shoulder. I did not understand why my sister had to die. I remember Abba preaching that good Muslims did not kill unless the cause was holy. What is unholy about loving someone and wanting to be someone’s wife. Amina had to marry someday. Why couldn’t it be to someone she knew and loved.

My thoughts have been muddled ever since Afsal rushed into the house this morning and furiously told Abba that Amina had dishonored the family by running away with Khalid but Afsal had caught them with his friends. Abba had turned so silent then he told Afsal to save the family’s honor.

Afsal returned with the police in handcuffs. Abba embraced him and said he was proud of him.

I’m standing with my family in the veranda after the police took Afsal away . I watch Abba’s stern profile as he sees his once beloved daughter’s belongings being hauled out to be burnt with her body in the morning. I wonder at the difference in Abba’s thoughts. Amina was his favorite as I was my mother’s. there was never a moment when Amina was not by his side-laughing, talking, fetching things for him. Amina the child he loved the most. The same child he had killed by sending his son, when she had fallen in love with someone his honor wouldn’t approve of.

I nod and give a last look at my sister’s things before I walk into the room I shared with Amina just the night before.

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