Colony Poems

The nobles’ officials sigh, When the storm starts in the sky, For soon or later, It will be too late to blow the horn, All wealth and pleasures they enjoy, Puts them at the mercy of the peasant minority, For

The vagabond was once again on the window, Begging love and asking to open the gate, And the fairy inside the house reluctant, Said helpless she was being slave of the fate, First you peep in the four windows, Starting

A motley group had made an affiliation of sorts It sprouted and mushroomed in our back lane And there was born a poetry club with no name Passion it was for the verses written in Urdu That linked them beyond

I’ m kohl dark, darker than darkness, my skin, coarse and dirty, disturbs you. but you say dark is beautiful! you are “correct”! although I smile, it’s painful. And you get up and go the moment I sit next to

I had a chance meeting with a quiet fellow No, we did not meet Didn’t even share a breath Unsure if it was male, female or hermaphrodite Still it was unlooked for Rising in a predawn hour, ready for the

Sun is to rise, It is morning five, Dew drops on grass, these beautiful fresh vibes. I peddle my bike with eight bundles stacked, On my back and side by side. Woo — I turn the wheels To that other

To achieve each goal, you become industrious, Queen and worker each by roles distinguished. To cause to flourish and be established; a colony whose peace could get precarious, when intruders are stung in defensive fury by your weapons of stings

All braced to face the day, The diurnal engine ignited, Gently revving up, Barging into the quietude Of the colony, With a daily prayer escaping His mumbling lips, As he steered mildly Into the road, To see a car pulled

With the brightness of Sun shading away Today is slipping away into yesterday With darkness hovering deep over the skies Tonight is inching towards tomorrow Deep into slumber are the birds,the creatures, the animals so also the roads,the colony and

With the brightness of Sun shading away Today is slipping away into yesterday With darkness hovering deep over the skies Tonight is inching towards tomorrow Deep into slumber are the birds,the creatures, the animals so also the roads,the colony and

Well and they came by sea in the 17th century. They had the highest of hopes as they did come ashore the wild woodlands. And setting up housekeeping they were in the best of spirits in the beginning. But in

I toil ceaselessly in the Summer, to store in barns beneath the Earth for the winter. I get scorched by the tropical Sun for a colony made sufficient, yet without exhaustion, for my instincts make me efficient. I gather, heap,

For everything, there is a season, it has been foretold. When I was young and green, securely clinging to the branches of my family Sugar Maple tree, I thought it was the best I would ever be. But here, now,

When I enter into the Class Can hear the noise of screwing and grinding Some of them sing and write Few bite and threaten Last benchers fearlessly chewing the bubblegum of life Girls beholding the elegant fingers Blackboard turns into

Detaches, a part of me. To find some space. Time cracks a dark matter with unknown speed, colliding to release the invisible. Chilled particles land on distant psyche. I will give you blue rains. It hurts when I think between

Ethics takes a nap, in a blink, without qualms. * A jilted lover, like a broken moon, takes a jump from the hill. * In this twilight who am I, in this crowd of sinners? ———————————————– Ethics takes a nap,

GOD we blame you for the evil that we do. Why don’t you keep coming to our rescue, just wipe it all away, make everything new, so the crazy and foolish things we can continue to do, then maybe, we

Standing in the bathroom camera in her hand she’s looking in the mirror deciding how to stand Just a little nervous with not much on at all she snaps the camera shutter then lets the bathrobe fall She puts a

Her voice is an awkward drawl among the manifold chatter, the pitch a bit too high to even assimilate in the uniform blather. Her skin is one too many shades darker than the general throng- a constant and incessant reminder

When the dawn-bringer brings the dawn And golden cascades hang forlorn A milky light translucent finds A fractured chink in sleep-soaked minds And heralds morning bright with prospects Its full potential no-one suspects Detours and dreams as yet concealed That

Irreverent arsenic of lake bottom was seeping in me I was riding on waves, moon-stuck. The nude shot of anemone, blindfolded after the criminal assault. Why they were throwing the lewed comments? A raw cave of white pain, drags the

Dressed in my black clothes With Maryanne in her black hose We sit in the Beatnik Café Our faces grotesque Over candle glow And while Maryanne asks a question The answer to nobody knows My eyes fall upon the bongo

The way rapists minds have taken shape- A girl is to blame for her own rape, To these animals so lecherous What are we girls-strictly diurnal creatures? Rapists say,“Girls can’t step out at night, A girl attacked should quietly allow

Wow! And then I took a deep breath As I reduced the radius between myself and the Garden of Eden I could for the second time See the multitude watch my heart Beat in front of them That wuss character

Antichrist denies that Jesus Christ is God who came in the flesh He Opposes God and Exalts himself above God He is the beast rising up out of the sea, having 7 heads and 10 horns Upon his horns 10

I forget she had her own story Before mine had even begun But when she became my Mother Our stories merged into one She had hopes and dreams of her own Down which path in life she’d been led But

Selfish night, why do you make me weep? Have you no understanding of my heart? I never wanted us to part Most greedy night, why do you take away my joy? All I ever wanted was forever, most silent night

To begin with a lie will entwine cleaved interests into the one heaving body you Wanted for this canvas Alike and unalike as teacher and student Cultivar and architect Both humorless academics One shedding layers and palls to fit the

It was in you, the beast. Reading your private thoughts: tribal instincts to gather tools. Dwindling belief. You are left high and dry after the deluge receded. A big fire erupted in your house to burn you alive. Footfalls of

Numb at noon and thoughts adrift He takes another sip The turmoil in his head, confused A twitch..and then a clumsy shift A snap of fingers, “Another please” His bloodshot eyes seem lost Fumbling for his change, he finds A

Darling, Languid-Tepid-Shallow, I thought I would be. One breakup and days later, I strongly disagreed. To cleanse myself off you, First I cursed you day and night. Proved the theory within a week, That out of sight is actually out

I placed my feet upon the sands of time I took the walk through the rainbows beneath the sunshine I layed siege in the garden of roses with a strong vine I painted a future with the sweet berries from

For ages Saddled with Domestic chores Confined indoors With a traditional muzzle Devoid of a voice With fellow housewives We were sweltering Under the class And gender yoke Seen weak though We were strong as a rock. Things taking A

Started missing schatzi, longing for his next spree; I owe happiness, schatzi gives me – – – Moments rise still when schatzi is with me; Nobody has ever given the peace, My schatzi brings in me. We roam like niveous,

In East Africa, here in the Serengeti desert with the sun as a giant orange orb,breaking the skyline, Casting prisms of light upon a monstrous oasis. From out of the midst of a thicket of brush a young lion family

When one does not reply the other’s voice must amplify what is about them that they would not give up on them when they look at each other they just go from one world to another will be always contented

It so happens, Once in a while, We just trip and fall and What we see on the way down Would be the most gruesome of Visuals, zooming in reel after reel Cocooning us in a montage We detest taking

My Val My Margret Sarah, my love, my partner and my Val You make me smile, sometimes frown You make me laugh and other times you make me want to cry You make me happy and sad You make me

I went to the window, and I watched, as the world went by. I saw the little children crawling; with sad and teary eyes. The sky above them was falling, as the hounds of death came calling. I went to

Sometimes lurking in corner. Sometimes tumbling down endlessly, and sometimes with frozen smile immolating oneself before an idol to be. He danced imprisoned in a glass case whole life. Overcoming the pretentious inhibition to stand naked in dimlights of arguments.