Aftab Alam Khursheed, 27 february 2012
Do I hear
my inner voice
Or the voice of the legend? ...
Do I sympathise the subject
Or laugh on the cruel king of land? ..
Divided everything, everything
Do I accept a man who born and
Walked on this earth like us
A God, Khuda, Ishwar or Allah?
No, I can't do, Can't accept
Ya, I do accept with degree of difference.
Allah or Ishwar or Khuda or God is one
Who can be measured
Under these measures
'Say, He is one, The eternal refuse
He neither begets nor is born
Nor is there to Him any equivalent'
That's all, no other way to fall
He is not the son of Adam who create terror,
Lo! Allah loveth not the terror
Should not be forgotten,
'Everyone that is thereon will pass away'
Always I baffled and lulled
Poisonous jar labelled as honey,
My slumber narrates the story of the Man...
I walked as soul leaving body
Dead on cushion bed.
Cemetery of silence uttered nothing/
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Aftab Alam Khursheed, 17 february 2012
What will you choose if you.........quoth he
My choice is not to keep mountainous age,
‘Tis my desire, “Ages should be with me “.
..............Before the utterance of thought
Of the Palmist, gave my hand in his hand
With crabbed line and said, lo it has wrought.
“Ya,.......... its Silver hand with moon’s
spot
But Fate......ah this line is..Right...self
created
Lines! Sun, Mercury.Venus..Okay,but..The pot”
Sir, rays of your Eyes are very hot
Lest it should melt and mingle, please leave
Let me go now, have to work a lot.
“He defied, said wot, two life line.......................
This is life line............ this is called sister
line...
Ah, pines tree, you know, your life... late shine “
Sir, Look, this life of mine will hie,
Not worried, laughingly I will depart
Saying everybody, Allah Hafiz and good bye
Worried.. Please, guide me to preserve
Eternity under the sovereignty of Allah
What deed I do so as to deserve?//
Aftab Alam Khursheed, 15 february 2012
1
We desire
Daily a new sunny morn
Sun lights this darken world-forlorn
Pun fights with me with a horn
To this world I born
Me sapphire
2
Look, ye hook
Don’t like itch you leech
Out, I will not click but kick
3
A riddle
Yes, easily that swells
Heart is a hut where love dwells
Aftab Alam Khursheed, 15 february 2012
Here comes he! The fool with sword
He don’t know the language of pen
He purchased the cock for the Eggs
Requested him, please bring the Hen/
Flood of Blood is my desire, shouted
‘Mightiest man of mightiest world’
When yelled his tongue sprouted
And suddenly into the den it hurled//
Aftab Alam Khursheed, 15 february 2012
Cumulus
No, it wasn’t a dream,
Ney, I have never napped.
Through window, I peeped
Dead rivers spirit, a bream
Rising Stream, O havens stream!
Rose high into the heaven, the quill
Under the power of the majestic sun
Not a reverie, it’s really not a fun
I have just seen the natures thrill.
Airy rill, O heavens rill!
Oh! Life comes out of dead
Who plays such magical trick?
Was it natures control freak?
Or the sciences taught and lead
I plead, O heavens plead
“O” Ocean, Cemetery of rivers
Winged life lifted high in white
Sang and crackled, amazing sight
O lord! Ye the weaver and no weavers
We believe truly, O ! we thy believers//
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