A Failed Poet

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.

Unfulfilled Dreams

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.

Existential Crisis

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.

Quandry of Life

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 Timeless Legacy

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.


Note:
* 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.

Harbouring A Dream

Languishing in the dark
With no plans afoot to embark
On a journey that lends stability
Perhaps, the lacuna is in my ability

Shifting sands of the economy
Threaten my existence to the brink of ignominy
By putting a lid on an ever so moderate livelihood
That for some years now, on a shaky ground stood

Diligence and earnestness are virtues bygone,
In an era of glorious technological dawn
Where analytics form an indispensable core
To measure your competency score

While the pursuit of quality is deemed so vain
Churning volume, merits recognition and, rewards attain
Cutting corners has robbed work ethic of its sheen
Employees these days are reduced to a machine

Pressures of survival, despite efforts, sustained
Led to exasperation and fears ingrained
Hounding did, at last, shatter the zeal,
Egging me on to break free, for once not kneel.

My instincts have charted a course astute,
Where the heart lies, moreover aptitude does suit
Call to action is the need of the hour,
To fulfil the dream of self-reliance that I harbour.