A commotion caused
By hideous huddle
Of feigning friends
In the bleeding Bossom
Of a limping lover
Has silently smeared
His frenzied faith
With the plagued paints
Of acute apathy.
Deceived dejected
Defamed and defeated,
He bluntly barged
Into the restricted realm
Of appealing atheism
To test the taste of
Resurrection.

© Badee Uz Zaman

Oh! the pride of my destitution;
With folded hands I implore,
the dead mercy in thee;
Stay a bit longer, don't go.

Don't go before my impudence
Narrates you the torture,
Your devotee has suffered
In absence of thy compassion.

The nostalgic reverberations
Painted the silhouette of
My empty silent nights,
With the brushes of insomnia.

The growling of first breeze
With the breaking of dawn,
Reminded me of those looks
The tantalising world was about to hurl.

Will you silently survive,
The excruciation of my day?
Maybe you're too anxious
But my vocals are tired.

© Badee Uz Zaman

Bewitching was the night,
And resplendent its favour
It brought me your sculpture,
In my midnight's dream.

My  Aphrodite! you looked,
Brighter than the moon
As you brushed the tresses ,
Away from your face.

Witching were the effects,
Of your aberrant  presence
My soul offered an ablution,
With the wafts of tranquility.

The serenity soon vanished,
When I asked for your hand
But you offered me a look,
Of an infuriated goddess.

My dreamland got stained,
With the colours of gloom
Divine was your clemency
And insolent my infidelity.

I should never have dared,
To beseech your hand
Into the cursed realm of
My unending ignominy.

©Badee Uz Zaman

A storm is whirling in my frenzied heart
That my fragile chest can no more hold
Oh! the penurious ink of my dried pen
scrawl my ravings and let them be told
My crime is naught, but I've loved
those eyes than the precious gem and gold
My own scourge is taunting my pride
can my chronicle be ever that much bold
my aimless walk in my wretched world
is an agonizing tale of emotions cold

©Badee Uz Zaman

I've seen you,
Oh! The desolated desk of mine
Screaming in pain
Over the one sided love of
The ****** pages of that
Ill- fated diary,
Which years for one last kiss
From it's beloved pen.
The stone-hearted pen,
As you call it, has divorced them
For no reasons, you think ?
You know naught of the torment,
The pen is enduring in separation
Of it's only confidant.
You know naught of the cabal,
The merciless world conjured
To ensure it's  secret riddance
From the gloomy rendezvous.
I'm witness to the crazy howling
Which it made
In the lonesome nights
I've seen it's tip
drenched in grief, searching for
The soothing Bossom of it's love
The tale of it's agony
Is the only medal,
The guardians of love have gifted him.
The pen is innocent and so is it's love,
But the pitiless world will understand naught
The desire of the pages and
The helplessness of the pen
So let them suffer, it's their fate.

© Badee Uz Zaman.

The roads I trudged were carpeted with,
Mourning silences and reigning howls.
My trembling steps were  greeted  by,
Stings vicious and dreadful hisses.
The inauspicious journey drained me off,
The will to walk and cross the desert.
Beyond that desert rested the garden,
The voices of love, and glimpses of calm.
My maimed heart got brimmed with,
Wishes anxious and grief appalling.
My parched lips cursed my fate,
When some voices devine called my name.
My ominous shadow was shadowed by
The puny hands and faces angelic.
My whelmed soul yelled a prayer
And my broken pen got ressurected.
Oh! The avatars of innocence
May you live forever!
With magical smiles and flowering heart.
Your presence in my nebulous life
Has chased away the obdurate agony.

© Badee Uz Zaman

Tormenting are the times
When your wits are drenched,
Like a fugitive in concertina,
In the quagmire of confusions.
When holding your speech seems
The murderer of your confidence
And hurling your ambiguity
Thrashes your importance.
These are the pinching times
When your vocals,
in defiance of mind and up in the arms
Constantly wrestle with your patience.
The strange grimace on your face
Becomes your unwanted emblem,
Attempts to overcome win you nothing
But disgusted frustration and consternations
In these heart-wrenching times
You're engulfed in flames of extinction
Then your friend bails you out,
Whom you notoriously have named
The dried and the broken Pen.