THE PENTAGONAL ARTIFACT and OTHERS

Death’s life’s entrepreneur
It glues atoms in their prime
It seeks oblivion in eternity
And mummifies known time.

Wind’s invisible consort of death
That lulls souls in solitude
It steals each breath and sigh
And feigns beatitude.

Fire’s the close minion of wind
That exhibits wild flares of lust
It chastises heritage of gall
But itself remains robust.

Water’s guardian of fire
Billowing it rolls to embrace
Land that thirsts for life
Its humility leaves no trace.

But soil absorbs all passion
It stills fire water and wind
To make icons of truth
That death cannot rescind.

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ADAM AND EVE

Adam did find
That body was kind
Eve was that body
The classic of mind

Was Adam just mind
Was body unkind!
Was Eve just body
That Adam did find

Both mind and body
Of one thing remind
Both Adam and Eve
Are body and mind

The mind and the body
Are the seed of mankind
And live together
In heart and the mind.

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GOODNESS IS GREAT

Be good to be optimistic
Goodness is great
Goodness will win
If we let things go straight

Be good to be happy
Goodness makes us kind
Kindness is a gift of paradise
Of this all good things remind

Be gentle to be loved
Gentleness gives peace
You can enjoy that treasure
You hold those golden keys

Be good to be kind
If you want in life to win
Remember this secret
Goodness makes no ugly din.

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ZENITHEST

True manhood’s real state of man
It needs no peeking smile
Why trade it for a handy lie
It’s not a well-lit guile

Let not the whip of selfishness
Bleed truth to make some gain
Let not the evil- self exploit
Sweet hope in manhood’s name

We’re breathing specks in universe
We have to know our soul
We have to fight against all evil
To fulfill our worldly goal

We mortals have but little choice
We cannot kill the sun
In trying to gain we ourselves lose
In trying to save we save no one

Both good and bad reside in flesh
The false in classic pride
Nothing is impossible
Though the snake lives inside

The little worm that in slime
Has peace within its home
It loves the calm in clammy filth
In filth it builds its Rome

The brain must dwell with bones and blood
It has to co-exist
The good must live with sniveling bad
And still be an optimist.

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THE SELFLESS SELF

The mind thinks
It needs no feelings
The heart feels
Despite all ceilings

Is man just brain or heart
Or spirit of both in flesh
The body feels in the womb
And gives brain what it deserves

Feel for the others
But don’t dump the self
Give hope to the others
Stick not to lifeless pelf

Give the way the universe gives
Sacrifice as it sacrifices itself
Gentle is the aim of spirit
That loves the selfless self.

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STRIVE ON

It is this low and humble clay
That contains the joys of life
It’s this quaking turmoil again
That with many a charm is rife

Strong shades grow out of this silent dust
Beaked thorns protect the flowers
Life’s eternity’s ambassador
Though it keeps long silent hours

Tears of souls put out the flames
That our kinky minds inspire
They are the holy blood of soul
That routs the hellish fire

Though man goes low and ends in grave
And bright tears are lost in dust
Lose faith not in that Holy Hand
That’s Wise and Knowing and Just
So search for life in every breath
And in every throb to win
Sweet treasures of eternity
That time has placed within.

Mahmood Pervez Alam

 

ARA-AVIS

Stars coffined in mysterious space evade
The fleshy epic of time suspended in void
Burning in the grand furnace of light
Weltering in the endless storms of fire
Aching silence
Region of inadvertency
Cloistered wonder
The hyaline drops sealed in mind
Seeking for melody of words
The mind wakes and begins to hunt
Messages of stars and calls it thought
Reason that crutches to rationality
Is the blind owl
That hoots in the dark
Hell is the yell of guilty time
Lost in transition of expanding darkness…….
I do not know if it is time to pause
Or time for action or inaction
Before stillness hidden in the heart of time!
And if it is
And if it is not
And if the curved fingers
Begin to serve as baits
At the end of light waves
To fish for life in bits
Swirling in bits of memories
How can we be sure of nothing!
The hired chariots of senses move
To join the queue of hunters
Trying to capture future
That has nor blood nor bones
Bury the spades of thought
In the wilderness of the desert
Where stars shine in the sand
The universe is in search of happiness
Listen to the sounds that birds make
The ticking clock has ruptured the mind
Don’t confuse it with the soft pounding of heart.

Mahmood Pervez Alam

BURIED THORNS

                    (I)
Why complain deceived wretch
Why deceive your tired brain
Why dream you of happiness
For your injured soul again!

Why hope for a haven
You never can attain
Why pray for that pleasure
That comes through bitter pain.

Tear out that dwindling nest
Where thorny twigs remain
Why bewail of uncertainty
Of unfriendliness complain.

Forget you can ever turn
Some comfort to attain
Why talk of diffidence
In a human heart all vain.

Plod on through dark and dust
Life’s gentle curse sustain
Or soar to the region
Where bleeding souls remain.

                    (II)
The sun has sunk and the
Gloomy night blinks despairs
Try live in peace and heal
Old wounds with gentle prayers.

Cry not with pain increased
With memories of old
The heart is buried now
Hopes now are dead and cold.

Think not of calm in hearts
Where evil passions live
Why search for peace in souls
Which only pain can give.

Ask not for faith and love
In hearts where broods deceit
Why blame them all they have
To serve this gentle cheat.

Grieve not if lose surrender
To the noblest way
Say I went wrong for days
Are numbered anyway.

                    (III)
Wanted immediately
Trained butcher to murder
Or an experienced mistress
To cook in the cuirass
With flames of the heart
Remember prospects are bright
Employment permanent
The whole day and night
Yet think awhile
Stretch your yawn a mile
That it be cooked not amiss
Offer is limited in time
But be warned
You are warned in advance
Take no chance for what’s to be cooked
Is a lasting ache in heart.

                    (IV)
The smile flirting
On the burnished cheeks
The coffined heart
Its language speaks
Not to the soul within
Trussed within the icy bin
For it’s an unpardonable sin
Even to think
When there’s no hope to win
A haven where stones are kin
Let the dropsy thoughts sink
In the ruins of the torpid heart
Before beginning of another start…..
The deceived mansion
Has too long been haunted
Its truth tool long been taunted
By the brittle charms of the fading art……
Forget that you can ever hope to forget
And discount hopes
That you can ever hope to get
That which was never meant for you…….
Now if the blood turns blue
And invading thoughts undo
Hopes nibbling uncanny
Depths in the unlit dark
Whimper of the whispering spark
Then cry nor weep
Let blind creepers reap
The harvest they wait for since birth
The last children of our mother earth
Deny them not their short lived mirth
For perhaps it’s all this life is worth
Now stop where you are at present
And think not of the waxing crescent
Be silent as a silent stone
Descend into the dark alone
To rest in darkness your brain and bones.

                    (V)
Hey you have forsaken your own heart
Why of infidelity in others complain
Why profane your lips
With hollow thoughts all vain
Why mock your heart with pride
Why complain of what’s caused much pain
Let gentleness in your gentle heart
Come smiling back to life again
Crimson clouds sail past the plain
That scolds the gusts for lack of rain
Weep out your sorrows
Snuggled in time’s tempting reign
And if you have been drowned
Fear not but let your heart
Tell the burning truth
Come then again to see
The love your gentle soul professed
Follow the red avenue of heart
Honeyed peace to regain.

                    (VI)
There is silence on those gentle lips
They move not to complain
And in that breast that noble heart
Will never beat again.

Cruel yet  sacred is the dust
That holds that sacred form
Why cruel death you snatched away
A soul so sweet and warm.

Alone, alone, it lies entombed
In frozen layers of clay
Why oh God such form so fine
Be subject to decay!

Cold is the hour cold is the grave
Cold are the wriggling worms
Why feast why tear you brutal death
While life within you squirms.

She has gone alas all alone
Where the living cannot go
But in my heart her thought
Forever with life will glow.

                    (VII)
The soft dew on lips of buds
Is tender to behold
Softer still ,the burning tears
To dust in silence rolled.

The clouds groan weep and cry
Sparks flash as they shed their tears
Quietly rolls the sobbing drop
In silence disappears.

The swaying twigs on the trees
Full summer length will grow
But the grief that saps the heart
No one will ever know.

Bright green pastures under the blue
Warm sunny rays reflect
The stinging thoughts of fiery barbs
The lonely heart dissect.

The gentle breeze softly rubs
It’s cheeks against the snow
But the fire the heart enshrines
Has turned into a foe.

The massive waves curl and roll
To heave the liquid breast
But the buried thorns that bleed unseen
Get no peace nor blissful rest.

Silently life throbs within
The aching layers of clay
Hoping it will live again
Or forever fade away.

                    (VIII)
Cheer up it’s day
And the dawning sun smiles
Softly through the lurid veil
That shivers in the morning breeze
See how the vernal rays
Stab the frozen ice that melts
And lushy hopes swell
Blessed with a balmy calm
The golden light invades…….
 The night was dark
And the chill had sunk
Its stilling teeth
Deep into the marrowy lanes
Now the night is dead
Its darkness has fled
Whatever was frozen
Now lives in the veins…….
You are alive
And the icy tomb has gone
Dark dreams subside
With the birth
Of the golden dawn
Up the sun beckons
You to move and tells
Life is full of meaning
Waste not but make most of life
That the greedy time is stealing.

Mahmood Pervez Alam
 

 

 

A COFFIN OF STEEL

Insignificant cried the flesh
Most meaningless cried the soul
There are billions rotting in
This tureen vessel billions congealed
Under its frozen brow
The choice is between stillness
And movement and not between
Between living and existence
Being or not being
What crawls by the withered oak!
What falls from the faded larch!
The river turns twists and goes
But remains unknown
Despite its motion and constant flow
From high mountains down
To the deep oceans below
Bridging the high and the low——-
The noosphere is a fallacy
Woven into an invincible order
From the withered ruins
Of the burning marl
Shadows of the past
Adore the modern odd
To whom one can neither fully surrender
Nor wholly depart——consult the throbbing heart.
The steel rubs in and above the seas
And the moving flesh
Can only snarl like wasps and bees
When insulted by the modern art——-
The clouds are stretched over rigid zones
And knowledge smacks the heated heart
And looks for birds and bees that no owns
The gnats in the bush are still
Wrap the veins in cotton shrouds
Let bark of the steel feel chill.
Is it the beat of the dead tones
Under the shadow of tears that moans
Or is it the thunder of the grooved hearts
In the flaming domes and spears
That creaks!
Redeem the whimpering fire
In which the world disappears.
The passion buried in heaps of dust
Raves like a rebel that shakes the crust
And sometimes a wailing throb
A smiling pang of agony rends apart
The stainless coffin and like
A blind volcano bubbling tears
Disgorged from the roaring deep
Anoint the hollowed sockets
That for a moment sleep
To dream of soft fingers pruning
The disheveled coastline
Choked with brambles
There is enough meaning
In a protracted yawn
When warm rays comb the newborn dawn.
Who pampers reality misunderstood
Talks of its galvanic morality——-
There is passion in dragon darts
That aim at the bulging parts
And no one likes to see
The blistered mist that moans
Floating above the foaming tomes.
The incubators are on
And the proud rooster nods
At the brooding hen.
Strange! all worship the same god
The same god despise
It’s not wrong to say that wise
Are fools and the fools unwise
When fools guess the same
That the wise surmise.
The neat corridors send out
A music that is sad
And ever watchful eyes stare
At the approach of the looming clash
That we in out heart know will make all mad.
It’s not possible to say
Where what is wrong
But still we can reckon
From the music of the song
That something dreadful is coming along——-
Trust the power of the apprehensive ear
As the storm approaches near
For eyes fail to see neglect or fear
Knowing that there is poison
In the alluring art
That has changed
The concepts of the human heart.
Everything seems to burn
Like one mighty flame
For everything from the same place came——
What we call reality
Remains the same
Though we try to change
And in our own way arrange
But it still remains the same
The human beings and the cloying darkness
The light with its annoying brightness
No matter how much we try to change
We can not change ——-
The lust with all its power
Cannot immortalize dust —-
We can not conquer —-
And no matter how much we try
Not to be what we are
And to be what we are not
We still remain the same
And repeat the same game
Till we return from where we came,
For we have never understood life
And fully misunderstood death
Though they are the same
Misinterpreted and defined with a different name.
An iron pole laden with bracelets of glass
Stands in the middle of the scorched grass
And every time a maid passes by
With herds of cows and pales of whey
She looks at the glass rings in a curious way
Though there is something bright as day
Still it is not without dismay
For the question bounces as if in play
To mock the patterns that come and stay
To be dashed to ground one unknown day
What fault is of the humble lay
Who’ll be vaporized though he learns to fast and pray
Or lie impaled on piles of grey
To the same time- monster they will all fall prey
That the whole world worships
But does not say
Though they all abhor it yet its laws obey
But for this they all have to pay
See the lions roar and the horses neigh
The lambs bleat and the donkeys bray
And the dragon swords are out to slay
To skin and flay one sullen day
They themselves invite on others display
For this will happen on a sullen day
If human beings don’t change their way
Though they are the same
Branded with a different name
The king and the beggar
The strong and the lame
They must return from where they came
The Mighty One they can not tame
The only Name they can’t defame
Though they do try to break and maim
But That One shall intact remain
Though mortals try to tar in vain
Still He loves though they disdain
Forgives and gives them time again
His domain though they smear and stain
And from erring ways not refrain
But he does not point or blame
And feels sorry when mortals
Taste the poison of their worshiped bane
And sobbing roll back again
From where they all here weeping came —-
But alas there is dust in room
Where one sups
And dust unsettled in
Transparent gloom
Smoke in lungs, and wine in veins
And lust dictates these mortal reins
Devils rule and Satan reigns
This all the human heart much pains
Yet all spawn in its domain
That murderous bloody guilty Cain
Raised on the noble blood of slain
No matter today we all remain
The same though not the same
From cheating murdering can’t abstain
But the purpose our brain can’t explain
It’s equally wrong to complain
When mortals cannot ascertain
No matter how they strive or strain
For they are lost in a hurricane
They themselves sin but God arraign
Who is too holy for us to blame
For we only know him by His name
See the worm prays and sings
And the tiny gnat has taken wings
As the floating angels smile in burnished bins
And the scaly demigod just grins
With breast of steel and carbon toes
Waving magic wands and pneumatic bows
When they will go whiz whiz
This no one this knows
But something we call fear grows and grows
For friends now are turning foes
And the murky giant its gauntlet throws
And from its fangs new blood out flows
Now let us see how this coffin blows
That at present grimaces and glows
Threatening more than others those
That chose this structure to compose
And its authority on themselves impose
Though now they try to dispose
And for this different plans propose
Now they yearn for peace repose
But it’s all vain— peace can’t be retrieved
And I say this in pain much aggrieved
Sweating squatting or on my knees—–
It’s difficult for flies to snap
The unbreakable chains of this metallic wrap
But still I think we can depose
With love and hope evil plans oppose
For otherwise thorns and Rose
Shall together burn
Together decompose
Still there is light and hope
In music and its mellow softer notes—–
Wait the thunder is growing strong
So don’t ask when and don’t ask why
So do what’s right before we die
We have learned to do much bad
Though we know that the wrong makes us mad
And also know what makes us sad
We are not so innocent or depraved as we think
I’m happy Adam didn’t eat the other fruit and made us blink.

THE MUSEUM

The blue mist kneeling
In the airy void
The grey frost lurching
On the stormy beach ——–
How can prayers reach heaven!
How can they cross frozen space!
The effect of weightlessness on empty words
The gravitational pull of imploring flesh
The words cry in agony
The eyes forget what they see
There will be no fun in paradise.
The walls wail in sadness
The winds rave in madness
See the convulsions of the tortured sea ——-
The womb of the earth is barren
The crust of the earth is dry.
Bricks laugh at bricks
Coffin of steel carries
The carcass of the concrete shell
Will the bride of future bury the past!
Gods are murdered by gods
Sing only the song of woe
For there is only the music of tears ——–
Who will be the first murderer on the moon!
Who first will the hungry jaws of death
There consume!!!
The worms shall not wriggle
But atomized particles
Hugging bosom of death
Their silent journey in time
In hope resume ——–
The water smiles
And tries to blast sullen mountains
And the humble rocks
The entrails of earth are on fire
The towering limbs
Under the livid red
The swaying trees under
The crimson blue
The striped heart is roaring
Moving between the mountains
Replica of hunger destitution
And poverty
Flesh swallows the bones ——–
The gods do not like dark smoke
Bones and ashes are the treasures
Of fire that cannot bury
The fangs of history ——–
The lobsters in the miry deep
The crabs on the foggy shore
Unknown millions breathing aimlessly
Without hope
Eating and excreting
Breeding and bleeding
Perspiring and expiring ——–
Why should the maggots laugh!
Why should the leeches move!
The fever is high
The head of the world is burning
It needs a magic plume
To brush off the cobwebs
That stare from the limbs of history.

Mahmood Pervez Alam

THE ECHO

Gathering herbs in the fading moonlight
The faded shadow of our muzzled past
The muted vision of our unknown future
Disturbed and awakened
By the mysterious midnight call….
Cloaked in passion the homely lizard
Prowls for insects that hop
On the distempered wall
Dust immortal.
Soft floating vials go humming for blood
There is neither wind nor light
 Only the heat that keeps them young.
There is darkness and the rumble
Of agonized clouds but no lightening
Crippled silence…………
The blinking stars stickle in the dark
True imposters courting immortality
Sweating for life in the debris of light.
There is a looming threat
In the yawning sky
 Dumb dust with curled plumes
Whispers in the
The echo of the thundering cloud
Echoes with a sound too loud.
Thoughts geared to motion by
The gilded past woe memory
Awakened by a flash of light
Vibrating on cascading emotion
Sweltering in the folds of foam
The bobbing shadow of dead wizards
In mad genuflection courting reason
In the appalling drama of sterile existence
True hatred shines on the stony cheeks
In the frigid lanes
The brown river weeps
Time retarded.
The baboons sing
In the gelded green
The slugs wriggle
Where the flood had been………..
Wild profusion of timeless motion
Sweating in the rusting heath
The gates of hell are narrow
Time precluded.
In the metal veins
The red juice churns
And the blind guide
Prods the young archer
That shoots darts of fire
With its twisted bow……..
The sea and the wind are silent
But the harp of life vaguely plays
And time laughs at bounty
Of our numbered days
Time retorted…………..
God created man
But devil gave him mirth
In the soft shades of Eden
Evil had its birth.
It’s good to be tanned
It’s fun to be warm
Time has no future
It wasn’t ever born…….
It’s one and the same thing
We may think laugh or cry
We never were born
And never shall we die.

Mahmood Pervez Alam

FIRE’S MIGHT

Man’s mind’s been pawned to pleasure
The slave that beauty arms
Pleasure may give us happiness
But it can also harm with charms.

The soul makes man to look to sky
The heart to grope on earth
Brain tells us to search for truth
That we lost at time of birth.

Man’s hypocrisy has inured
Man’s heart against mankind
So soul of man’s rebelled against
The domineering mind.

Some wars are fought in space and time
And some are fought in blood
The lord of death’s slain everything
 Ere or post Noah’s flood.

Yet the refining hand of fire
Prescribes the role for man
Gives him the keys of universe
Gives him all gifts it can.

Civilization’s noble fire
Springs from entrails of earth
And soars into the bluish depths
To prove its might and worth.

Flesh’s the refined product of dust
It’s art of holy wit
Prejudice is the child of will
That destroys truth bit by bit.

It is true that we live and die
So we are not that smart
For survival of the meanest
Why should we bleed our soul and heart!

Mount Olympus played host to gods
Fire gave them warmth and light
While down beneath that lofty throne
Man froze quite out of sight.

Then smoke went up where gods did sup
Now fire hunts down for us
Why human is constant victim
Of all the fiery fuss!

What fire gives with its warmth to man
The moment steals away
So flesh has learned to dodge the flame
And softly hunt its prey.

Fire gives us heat and light
Water cold ice and mists
Fire conceals the flames of hell
Water on life insists.

Both Ganga Jamna and the Nile
And Styx beyond the flood
Revived and blessed that fire
That lives within the blood.

Red is the color of the of the fire
Red is the world in veins
All hues blend into the white
That bones and flesh sustains.

Fiery flame conspires with blood
Blood makes the fire red
It’s that inspiring entity
That bleeds for blood instead.

The flames of hell are cooled by love
When souls with fire converse
Why can’t we purge our sticky pride!
And wheel of fate reverse.

Flesh is the comely gift of fire
It’s pride of paradise
All things in world are made for it
In death it never dies!

Change is the context of this life
Death aims at better flesh
Resurrection’s brave eternity
That loves this bloody mesh.

Mahmood pervez Alam

HUMBLE DUST

Life is a scented phrase of dust
Inspired by some playful spark
That whirling through the pores of time
Has come to make its destined mark.

The big tall claims of self-respect
Spring from depths of hollow pride
True respect comes as it always does
When in God we trust and truth not hide.

Tears are jewels of the soul of time
That smile and shine in gentle way
They come gushing out from the heart of truth
Warm and pure like the light of day.

We’re just like the unknown yesterday
That humbly into the past has flown
Though we live and move and breathe today
We too from the same myth have grown.

We’re determined to find some peace
From teasing speed that haunts our clay
That comes gliding through space and time
 Plays hide and seek then goes away.

Oh humble dust you have no pride
The maker cast me in your mold
You roll on in pure humility
You neither seek fame nor gold.

They spit on you they call you dust
They make you swallow death and dirt
You hide what’s bad and foul
You’re trampled most and yet not hurt.

In love I place my head on dust
When chased by loathsome fear
Then I forget all miseries of life
Just find peace and my Maker near.

Mahmood Pervez Alam

HIGHWAY TO FATE

Conscience paves the highway to fate
Smooth if heart is evil free
Bumpy rough and full of jolts
Otherwise that road will be.

Both parents and ancestors are
A part of this unknown road
Can we forget the ties of blood!
Not accept what time has sowed!

Be gentle to your earthly hosts
Hurt nor scoff their tired souls!
They caressed you when you did fall
Helped you stand to win your goals.

What you are today time decreed
Today lives with the love of old
The children are the light of life
More dear than all gems or gold.

When old is love and new is life
Future is all full of hope
When bright smiles greet at the door
Old and new have better scope.

Mahmood Pervez Alam

THE CONFLICT

Far off…..heaped in the arms of time
The quiet ignorant dreams sleep
And the unseen future
Through the eyes of fate
Peeps in the muddy stream
That rolls on interminably
Unveiling the hidden waves
That curl beneath the fading spray
What is time! Is it a second
A minute… an hour… a day
Week… month… or a year
That comes and goes
And we with stony eyes
Gaze as to where it went
Gagged by our own ignorance
We try to know what we cannot hope to know
Then what is time!
Is it not the Will of God
That sweeps across with the sword of death
And conquers everything!

The sword of time cuts
Even the worms in dust
The bones decay and
What seems permanent fades
To where… no one can say
We sleep on the graves of
Those that died… dreaming
Of how they lived
We know they lived to die
But we now die to live
Like fools ignorant of ourselves
Prey to our ignorance
We decay alive………
Death comes to all
We wish we had not
Learned the art to die
Sweat curls around the heart
And blood turns purple in the head
No peace exists… haunted
Are we not the unseen dead?

The wind stabs the foaming waves
The waves cut the sandy shore
Beyond the shore the fiery rays
Rake the land hard and dry
In that parched and arid spell
Where rainless clouds mock
The crippled day
There we the unseen dead
Are thrust without hope
To stare at the sky
Till listless eyes
Stiffen into leaden balls
And don’t see the world turn
Though shadows numberless come and go
And dreams of unknown places
Rise and fall……
And we in that hypnotic trance
Do things we cannot hope to know
And wish for things
Time can never show.

There is silence and horror
Veils the hopes of peace
It’s quiet yet every hour
Fears increase
Swathed in ignorance
We drowse on the burning sand
While buzzards and vultures
With bald heads and yellow beaks
Sing the songs of welkin peace
In this fetid air
Under the jaundiced blue
In the charred dust
The cats mew
And many a jaw move
And many a heart weep
Benumbed their deadened
Figures move till all is quiet
And they broached on their
Beds like wooden angels
Quietly sleep.

Soft and smooth the lips move
And jaws studded with rebel bones
Parade……….chewing with their
Rhythmic motion all
What silent time consumes
And laughter harps its tunes
Not from chanting cords of tongue
But from the spongy rags
Speaks its tongue from wavy dunes
We march through runes
Dug on the stone that pounds imprisoned
In the bars of bones…………
What moans in silence
Are the unheard groans that
Are most appeasing to the monster
That has fed on groans
Sealed are all hopes
With doubts and fears
What trickles from our eyes
Is blood in tears.

Hard blisters swell on the rigid hands
Cold sweat lines the withered brow
Prayers freeze on marble lips
Hopes cling like starving dogs
Arched above this imperial hearth
The white smoke quivers
Though the stars sing
In this web of ignorance
We burn in flames and our hopes
Bleed in silence here in this dead
Sterile dust for what no one knows
Though most ask why………
Till steamy souls dart
And melt away in wind
While their coffins linger
To be nibbled away by time’s anointed sons
Why scare dogs domesticate guns
Forget most nonsense forget the puns
But for life’s own sake don’t ever forget
God created Adam and Eve to have some fun.

Mahmoud Pervez Alam