You and I till yesterday, as companions
Were inseparable at heart
What transpired in the journey today
That did us apart?
Though my heart fumes
Yet remaining silent is the aim,
I am not the one to complain about
For that matter, attribute blame.
How is it that the desires, yours and mine
Got crumbled and could never align
Wonder why the darkness never sheds light
Till miles ahead, no imminent brightness is in sight,
How did this dark-night come to life?
Causing an uncalled for strife
As much as I want to depart from your world
The more my love for you gets unfurled.
Our dreams that once got fructified
Are now holding my hands tied
The proclamation that in death too
You shall always be by my side
At every juncture of life,
hand in hand stride
Why then, amidst our journey
You chose to walk away and spurned me
As a poet much-maligned,
Having failed at my art
To enthral the gathering
From the poetic parley, I depart
Some remnants from my abode
You shall find
An anthology of this berserk rhymester
One of its kind
Unearth you will, another thing of mine,
A broken, empty goblet of wine
I yearned to walk on glowing embers,
On a bed of thorns lie,
Moreover, to the heart’s content,
My destiny decry
Oblivious of many such asks
I walk away from unfulfilled tasks.
Though on my last leg
The final journey is held-up
Wonder if my broken heart
Still has some desires pent up
Oh my heart, let me go
Allow me to take a bow.
Far away on the horizon
As the day tapers off
And the dusk like a coy bride,
Envelops the sky
My invigorating thoughts envisage someone,
Lighting up a lamp of my dreams
On an odd occasion, when
Unwieldy felt the gasp
Impulsively brimming with tears
were my eyes,
Someone with a flutter walks up
Furtively, tugging at the heart
At times the union of hearts,
Never comes through
While ties spanning generations
Sometimes emerge out of the blue
Caught in this dilemma profound, my hostile heart
Bears the brunt of others agony, despite being mine,
Privy to all the deep secrets, my heart
Knows how the dreams turned propitious
These dreams so exclusively mine,
Never shall their shadows be ever taken apart.
My existence so pointless for all to see,
Alike shadow of a parched tree
Despite the presence of loved ones
Dwells loneliness inside
Welled up tears manifesting glee,
My eyes have often cried.
Bawling in happiness had me cloyed,
In this world, I feel anxious and paranoid.
Monsoon has poured its heart out,
With passion, the rivers are gushing about
Flowers have started to blossom,
Smiling buds present a sight awesome
Barren remained a solitary branch, albeit spring shower,
That thus far never could bear a flower.
Don‘t know how days so astounding
Have crept into Life
That, disjointed from my own-self
Even the shadow lurks around
A galore contemplation
And expectations abound
The fixation over which
My eyes felt sleep-deprived
That very thing bestowed
Upon me, the reward of grief
What I assumed to be bliss
Was indeed a silhouette of gloom
Akin to a few drops of dew
Shining on the sand somewhere
Such illusions of deceit
Often I was inflicted by
A tragedy unparalleled
Reminiscent of a holocaust,
Karbala* as its locus,
Several centuries in the past
Death with dignity is better
Than a life of humiliation
Advocated the central protagonist to defend
Tenets of Islam against annihilation
Commemoration of the battle every year,
In essence and fervour never could fade,
Fighting against tyranny, injustice, and falsehood
Lives for a cause Prophet’s clan laid
Homage, millions of pilgrims
Like a personal loss, do pay
Recreating pain that infuses humanitarianism,
A reminder to stand steadfast for values, come what may.
Mourning congregations, battle discourses from the pulpit,
Elegies for the martyred souls rent the air.
While chest-beating and self-flagellation form an expression of grief
The Milieu seems plunged into despair beyond compare.
The love for Imam Hussain(a.s)* is
not confined to any single community
His indestructible soul rules the hearts
Of all those who believe in humanity.
* Karbala is a city in central Iraq located about 100 km southwest of Baghdad.
* Imam Hussain(a.s) is the grandson of the Islamic prophet Muhammad. He was killed and beheaded in the Battle of Karbala.