MEMORIES

Worn out after a long weary day
I sat on a big old chair facing the west
Looking at the beautiful twilight
and the gloomy sun of the peaceful evening
about to set behind the mighty mountains

Took a deep sigh while closing my eyes
Everything appeared still and silent
Except for the remains of chirping of birds while going back to their nests
Meanwhile, I heard some little voices
Small footsteps and a lot of giggles
Twilight started fading in my mind
Something familiar with my life started to appear like a dream


“A little boy was running here and there
Smiling and playing without any care
He was Singing his own songs while catching the butterflies
His mother was sneaking behind the curtains
With a lot of glee and hidden smiles

He was busy in his own world of imagination
With no boundaries for love and freedom
His mother came out to catch him with her loving arms
Running behind with a spoon with food
He ran with a surprising smile to escape the love
She hid herself behind the tree
And caught him with a warm hug
Kissed his red cheek and put the spoon in his mouth
Took him inside the lovely house
Closed the door and also my dream”


Soon those voices began to fade
Last light of the sun hit my eyes
I heard someone calling from the widow
Son, get up as AZAN is being called
Wash yourself for the prayer”
I saw my mother behind the same curtains
My memories brought a tear into the eyes
I again took a deep sigh

 I saw around, everything was changed
But what remained unchanged was
The love of my mother
And the time of prayer

Kindness, Gratefulness & Truthfulness

Kindness heals you within like the rain heals the dead soil
Words of soul are heard even spoken in low tune
Why you adore the body much if it has to get old and wrikled?
Kindness adores you within with pearls of prayers from others


Let this enemy die in us which blinds us from gratefulness
True! One not grateful to people can never be grateful to HIM
Open the doors with the virtue of being grateful
You will see hearts waiting to welcome you in their unseen chambers


Truth is above all, holding the balance of creation
A light which guides us to HIM
Truth is what the tongue should speak
Beacuse truth gives the real address of the hearth

STRANGER

Something strange around
Gazing you over and over again
You hear every day of it among the sounds
Surrounding everyone here in the world
Man only knows that
He lives in this world
But where this world lives is unknown
Legacies, wars and all success
Do they only belong here?
Do you belong here?
Or is it just a play for a while
And you
not even travelling a mile
You took as if it was the reality
Here, you are for just a span
Won’t live longer than these mountains
Egos and proudness will rust and decay
Time has not spared anyone
No space is there to escape
Appointed time awaits everyone
So something strange is around
And the strangeness will meet you
As a stranger of death

SEPARATION

A lonely bird flying in my chest
Pecking my memories, flying back to its nest
Heaping them for the winter, about to come

I am walking down the lane
To see the setting sun
Kissing those remaining sun rays, breathing their last

I remember that window and its glass
Reflecting your face in my eyes
Now left in me are just the deep down sighs
I keep laughing while I cry
unfamiliar with this smile, bringing down the tears
You never came to rescue, when my heart was burning

Not your fault, because you never knew
My words are now left in the grave of my heart
Sometimes I visit them and stand for a while
Again I would see that lonely bird
searching for the same memories
but
Now, I am habitual with this pain of separation

Morning Mirror

It could have been me, who could have died that day
But by the grace of Allah, I am alive

When I see the morning mirror
I see myself among the graves
I see people lost of their senses
I see women screaming while looking at the coffin
I see as if I am in Kashmir
When I blink
I see myself standing in front of me
The words buzz in my mind
It could have been me, who could have died that day
But by the grace of Allah, I am alive

The pine trees adorned with snow
The peaceful rivers coming from glaciers
The lakes with the houseboats
The dazzling mountains in the sunsets
The tea in the samavaar
They all remain
But they have no place in my stories
You could ask me, why?
Because I saw blood and pain
I saw young sons wrapped in shrouds
I saw waiting mothers and half widows
I saw tears and fear in eyes
I saw funerals and graves
I saw bullets and pellets
I saw eyes being torn
I saw red, only red
And that’s what I see while I wake up
When I see the mirror
I see myself among them
And I say,
It could have been me, who could have died that day
But by the grace of Allah, I am alive

Moments

Among the little, but pure hearts. They gave me what I asked for, “A moment of life.”

Priceless moments are given by those, who never think what can you do for them, but who think what are you for them. They always remain special.

I Protest

You made me to come out of my home
Telling me that I don’t belong here anymore
I lived here for ages
Now have to prove that on pages
I protest
I protest against your might
Your lies, suppression and suffocation
You barricaded my ways
When I was about to say, you shut the voice
When I came out, you fired on my eyes
And your screens showed the lies
I protest
I protest against your hypocrisy
Your deception, tyranny and regime
When I held the truth in my hand
Your destroyed my institute
You tore the books, you broke my bones
We were students, you made us hostages
I protest
I protest against you rule
Your hate, ideology and division
You can build the walls of separation
We too are born in this revolution
You can name us whatever you want
We will rise as your nightmares
Your can use your force, we are standing to see
You can shoot at our protests, we are standing to see
Times will turn and you will stand to see
On your knees you will surrender my rights
The world will see, till then
I protest

Fight to live Together

Wars, riots and hatred
Do they have place among us?
But it is a tragedy to live with them
Inhaling the smoke spread around us
When hearts are burning with hate
Then why faces need to pretend peace loving?
Why are we dying? Why are we killing?
I wonder, are we supposed to call ourselves humans?

If hate is the problem, love is the solution
If injustice persists, struggle is the way
If tyranny is prevalent, protest is the means
If voice is suppressed, art is the language
If today it is my land, tomorrow it will be yours
Don’t let the silence to haunt your consciousness
Rise with the voice of soul
Let the words hit the drums of deaf rulers
Let the fear of God strike those tyrants
Let the streets resonate with the slogans
Let the hope of revolution overcome the despair
Let you and me unite
Let us fight the fire of division
Let us stand with the resolve
That we will fight to live together

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TEARS OF SIN

Tears, I want to keep always in my eyes
Not to be betrayed by mirage of happiness

Sins committed knowingly have left me dry inside and
Keep hurting my heart and soul with shame and guilt
I Pray for the tears to flow
Washing away the dark ink of my heart

Tears, I want to keep always in my eyes
Not to be betrayed by the mirage of happiness

I want even my smile, moisturised with the tears
Preventing it to go too far to turn to laugh
Laughing makes me forgettable of the past
And alone I fear of
the sudden remembrance of those sins in between
That leave me deserted in sadness

Tears, I want to keep in my eyes
Not to be betrayed by the mirage of happiness

Life has no doors to escape from dead moments
If it would have been a book, I would have torn the pages of sin
Burden of sins is heavily on the souls
Regrets and deep down sorrows left there
I am a believer in ONE GOD
Believing that, GOD would forgive my sins
Faith and hope are what keep me walking
Saving my soul from the waves of existing sins

Tears, I want to keep in my eyes
Not to be betrayed by the mirage of happiness

IN YOUR DREAMS

You are like the melody of the river
Playing in the silence of my valley
I Walk along the side in the day
to see the reflection of your mysteries
At night, I sleep listening what you sing
Along with the swirling winds
When I stand besides you
You sprinkle the water droplets as you strike
The stones
When I go deep in the forest
You keep calling me with beautiful names
And when I come back you have a new song to sing
Sun sets in the west
Is the best
Moment of the day
As you dazzle in the golden light
I just can’t lift my eyes of you
As you fill the air with silent breeze
Touncing my face and my lips
I take a step to say something back
But the sun takes its light back
Speechless I stand as those moments get vanish
I return back in wait for the other day
You againgstart singing the sleeping songs
And I sleep in your dreams

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