You must write,

You must write,

For there are things
Which ought to be written.

You must write that there was a dictator.

You must write that people
Were dictated to perform what the dictator dictated.

But that wasn't the case?

Everyone was free to do
What he/she feels like?

Is it?

Yes of course!

Except a few who
Were stupid enough to follow
Their hearts and sell their minds
To the greatest bidder.

But mind can't be sold?

It can definitely be sold

For gold,
For dollars
And a few pennies.

You must write that
The time has come to write the final act.

Is the drama over?

It isn't.

Tomorrow God Will come on television to declare that you don't believe in him.

But I do.

the quest

Will I cry when I see

that you are no more?

Will the feeling of loss

will leave me 

numb and speechless?

will my throat be full?

I feel that 

It will be an unbearable loss to me,

and it will surmount 

all the feelings of 

peace and tranquility

that is now here with me,

when you are around.

It will be so painful 

so much so that 

I can not write it down 

here without burning my finger 

in the fire of my fears.

Can we really imagine 

the pain which is yet to come?

The pain 

when is being seen 

on screen 

in a play or an act

is so real 

that it melts 

something within.

The actor keeps it with him

never shares and

what it does to him

is never known to the outside world.

The feeling of association 

and empathy

are the greatest gifts 

that the mankind has,

but seldom 

they appeal in the same proportion 

as the hate and jealousy.

Man, the animal 

is not so human, as the wise man,

he/she is 

perturbed

petrified,

anxious 

and ever in search of 

things which he does not know

and will never know.

And on top of all

He/she has the imagination

to see the future and 

bring it in his/her today.

Am I Doing the same?

Will I get the answers?

Or will the quest as usual 

will remain for forever and ever !

The migrants

A poet died today,

He was from the same city
to which I belong.

He created his place
in this new world.

Loved by all.
Remembered by few.
He was a migrant to this city
just like me and many others.

The migrants never really forget
their homeland.

They live,
in their homeland
and the new land where they work,
simultaneously.

The migrants
they miss their languages.
the languages less spoken
but sweeter than the one they use at work.

Is it just nostalgia?

Maybe the birthplace
has something to do with our psyche.

The lullabies which were sung
to us when we were kids,
gets entrenched in us.

We leave places, cities and towns.
but they never leave us.

They remain in our sub-conscious
hidden from everyone.

and they
come back smiling when we write.

~ by Md. Shahid Kamal Ansari 

oxymoron

Sense is captive,
Non sense is on centre stage.

Reality is on back burner,
And symbols are sitting on hot seat.

Reason is laughing,
Logic has failed,

Substance is fighting for its existence,
Persistence is perspiring,

Hard work is getting hard,
Resistance has softened.

Disaster is waiting on the gate,
Idiots are holding garlands.

Soon, God will be beaten.

Preacher is the new God.
He reads scriptures like a song,
He sings it like a lullaby and makes
People captive.

Power is helpless,
Happiness is unhappy,

Life is rusty,
Every crow is thirsty.

Blood is boiling,
Milk is not.

People drink blood,
Throw milk on stones,

Milk is not milky,
Stars are milky.

People are moron,
Life is an oxymoron.

Odd Day !

Sadness!
It percolates down the throat.

You take a gulp of water
and wish it to tone down.

Sometimes it does.

All the other times,
you wish away it.

Inner fears,
inner desires,
they catch hold of you.

Some small ignition,
and it triggers like
burning the hay by the matchstick.

What is burning?

It is your strength to stand up
and talk straight.

Just like the hay straw which is
hard and straight before burning,

but later is is just a black remains
devoid of color, or the strength.

Do not get disheartened!

You are the shining star in the sky.

Just because some clouds come up does not mean
that your brightness will be marred by them.

You are the pole star of your life.
Show us the way.

Keep shining.

Ban Culture !

Ban hijab,
Ban naqab,
Ban the scull cap,

Ban the beard,
Ban the turban,
Ban the cross

Ban the gowns,
Ban the holy towns,
Ban all the symbols,

Criticize the naked,
Criticize the covered ones,
Criticize the half covered ones,

Ban green,
Ban white,
Ban black,
Ban saffron,

Shout on whites because they are white,
Shout on blacks because they are black,

You shout on me,
I shout on you,

Converstations are long dead,
Relations are long dead,
Decency whatever is left is dying,

Symbols are rising,
Smbols are dying too.

Kill the identity,
Complain why all are the same.

Create new identity to differentiate,

Find what is common among all.

Start courses on comparative differences.
Start fighting on the differences.

Strive for equality.
Those not ready to become equal, push them hard.

Start complaining about the equality.

Find elites amongst the equals.
Question why someone is more equal than you.

Get confused.
Confuse others.

Strive for simplicity.
It is getting complex.

Take a deep breath.

Sigh ! Alas ! Oh God !

Killings!

Everyone is killing everyone,
because everyone thinks that everyone is guilty.

No one thinks that the other one is right!

People have a vision for their righteousness,
People enforce their righteousness on other people!

Those who do nothing are blamed,
Those who do something are also blamed,
Those who do everything are not blamed.

The world is watching a football match,
they throw humans in one goal,
they throw humans in the other goal,
they count goal made by humans.

Who won?
God knows, I answer.

Whose God? They ask.
Which One? Yours or mine.

We the people

People will not discuss the names of the other nine but the one who is shown on tv

People will not discuss why hundreds die in siachin every year from cold and related conditions

People will not discuss why there should be a battleground in a glaciar

People will not ask questions from those  who must answer

People will only ask what they see on tv, read on facebook, share on watsapp

People in our country have forgotten the art of asking the right questions

People follow rhetoric, rhetoric follows people.

We the people, are for people, by the people.

How difficult it is for you
To remain sane
To be in control of thoughts

Why do you have to blame others?

Don't cry!

You are disrespecting God

He wants you to be happy.
Accept and don't crib.

You are among the fortunate ones
O heart !
Why do you bleed?

There will be a new sunrise tomorrow
And the the morning breeze will sweep away, all your worries.

It is easy to remain firm
Keep the ground.

The thoughts
where do you come from?

You are an aberration.

Your soul can see it
Look inside!

Winter Rains

As if the God is crying
since last 24 hours,

this incessant rain
is not pleasing,

Something unexpected
is either liked or disliked!

Is it a pleasant surprise?
You will ask,

And it maybe
or it maybe not,

But the reasons will be sought,

Is it that the God is unhappy that it is raining?
Is it global warming?
the more rational ones will ask,

The realist will just enjoy the downpour,

And for others
it is raining for no reason.

Point !

The point is to feel
and remain alive,

you will make the same
mistakes again and again,

you know why you are doing that
Don't you?

The challenge is to break that loop.

Don't feel bad for something for
which you already have,

why cry again for the same disappointment?

Move from one to another,
create new disappointments

that's the experience,

How will you know if you never failed
why you failed,

The wisdom lies somewhere there,

And don't expect too much
when you try too hard,

the outcome will always be less
than what you have thought,
it may be late too,

But why be in a hurry?

You only have two hands to hold
the things that life can offer you,

So, don't be full.

Keep that space somewhere there,

You will be fine in the end.

Game of assumptions !

People take you for granted

they believe that
all the attention
all the care
is default emolument,

The law of assumption
is good for them.

When something flows from
one way to another
the flow stops

not until something comes back in reverse,
the feedback is necessary,

it amplifies the signal
even the emotional ones

Everything is cyclical
if it is life,

the peaks must be separated from the troughs
but the troughs will come,

but if the two remain for long
that means an abnormality has happened,

More peaks of Love
are the joys,

More troughs of Pain
are the sorrows,

But the exceptions are not the rule,
We love exceptions nonetheless.

People want to be exceptional
they forget others too want the same,

Those who get become content
Those who don't long for it

Only the hungry can search the food

As they say "only the chaos inside can give
birth to a dancing star",

Those who can grant something are worthless
those who give it freely are the Lords,

the game is different
it is a new turf,

Play differently,
Say ! you have not lost yet.

Resolutions

Sentiments live in a fools paradise,

so what that you think that
feeling for something is important,

If others think otherwise,
Will you mend your ways?

the blissful are a few and
the remaining live in oblivion.

Take a cursory look at the surroundings
feel the air;

will it preserve the moisture?
who knows?

Maybe the sense of reality
is an illusion itself,

Don't feel!

Conserve, conceive
bear the fruit of nonsense,

Survive!

Confirm it from your heart,
take acceptance,

obey the commands,

Love the resolutions,
Don't change your heart.

Live !

Live !

for you have to live
and keep the flame alive,

I know that the sermons
may not appeal to you,

but the thoughts behind it
may transcend,

Maybe the happiness can travel
from my lips to yours,

It isn't a big distance, is it?

There is only one good thing
about goodness,

It appeals.

You may not reciprocate it but
you know the feeling.

So Live in a better way,
better than how you did it yesterday,
better than how you have thought it would be tomorrow,

The flame if not oiled properly
will burn the lead,

Happiness and contentment is the oil for life.

Don't miss it!

Live because tomorrow will be
better than today,
even better than yesterday,

Live!
for that is the purpose of your life,

Live!
for your existence may not matter now
but it will some day,

So live in the hope,
live in the dreams,

create new dreams
share them,

Give others a place in your dreams,

Rekindle the joy of life.

Life is sugary
Life is sweet

taste it!

If you have not tasted the salt
you will never know why sugar is sweet.

Find a pivot!
attach yourself to it,
and then roam.

Revolve!
but forget not your Sun.

Don't go far away from your Sun,
you will grow cold.

Don't go to near to it,
You will burn yourself.

Live!
but from a distance.

Burn!
but to give light.

Live!
for you have to live.

Grave

Keep digging your grave
and mourn not;

the wet dust will get dry
and fly through the air

the smell of that moist air
will seep into your head,

Inhale! but mourn not;

The six into four yard
is the place where you
will be buried,

keep that image in the mind

And write your obituary
so that at-least you can remember yourself.

Life is a joke
not only on you;

but at this juncture
it is a fable;

a fable with stories of graves
and the graveyard,

the cactus
the white flowers
and about the shadow of the trees;

People may visit you on
your death anniversary

or on festivals;
or they may not
like you never pay a visit;

but for one sensible thing
you are doing now,

dig your own grave;
keep digging,

your day will come soon!

Eternal Search !

When it isn't there
you search for it.

Where can it be lost?

Am I the one who is
constantly searching for it?

I am sure there are others.

But when you look for it vigorously
You may never find.

It comes when you are not alert
It comes somewhere from behind

It can not be possessed by the
alert mind,

It is for the aloof

and when it comes,
It brings that sensation and
You can feel it.

You don't want it to go.
Never.

But like all the other things
it fades slowly.

Then you curse why it came
in the first place if it had to leave.

But alas!
you fragile one.

You were born
for the search,

the eternal search for existence,
for life
for LOVE !

Cornered Love !

Love
remains in the corners

the balance one
like the remaining of the toothpaste in the tube

it never gets out
to see the light of the day
or feel the real moon in the night

when there are bigger Love
stories being painted on the walls

the love of the painters
never get visible

who will sing their stories?

Love
which gets cornered
on the footpaths

elbowed out
that Love
where does it go ?

Love written in the names
on the Tombs
Love written in the names
on the trees

Does it get the same fate
as the roses in the notebooks?

And the roses I remember
are they still there?

in the silent corner !

I shall Exist

I will exist
I will exist for thousand years

I will exist in the mist of the mountains
for you
for others
for the whole world

I will exist because
that's what I thought I  always wanted

I will exist in the dreams
I will exist in thoughts
I will exist in the memories

and whether I exist not
I shall not exist for purpose

I shall not exist for simple meanings
I shall not exist for divinity

For I will be all for love
For existence
For knowing
For remembrance

Yes !
I will exist in the flowers
I will exist in the kisses
I will exist in the lips
I will exist in the warm breaths

I will exist in the hair clips
I will exist in the hearts
I will exist in the chests
mine and other's 

Illusion

I live in an illusion and I need
your company

you may be a prelude to this
whole creation of mine

but for what purpose
you leave me alone here

Come !

We will make merry here

we will grow those flowers
that will always bloom

we will swim in the river
and sail through the garden of elixir

Here you will forever be young
and look in the same way every time

Here the love would not diminish
like the moon every day

Come !
because i need your company

Poem

I hate time

It is always lesser than
what I want

It is cruel

It gives you
A silent Death
before you actually die

And worse
you can see it happening
you can feel it

It is this time
which creates barriers

barriers so big that
you can not cross them