Rangzeb Hussain

Rangzeb Hussain Apr 2010

Thy Name

Woman,* *thy name is Strength,

Man, thy name is Fear,

Child, thy name is Future,

Evil, thy name is Hate,

Love, thy name is Pain,

Traitor, thy name is Reward,

Mankind, thy name once was Brotherhood,

War, thy name is Death,

Peace, thy name is Dead,

Freedom, thy name is Enslaved,

Sleep, thy name is *****,

Hope, thy name is Glory,

Anger, thy name is Weak,

Charity, thy name is Welcome,

Ignorance, thy name is Stupid,

Religion, they name is Universal,

Reason, thy name is Doubt,

Science, thy name is Question,

Answer, thy name is Revelation,

Beauty, thy name is Hollow,

Lust, thy name is Sin,

Trust, thy name is Faith,

Envy, thy name is Poverty,

Joy, thy name is Rapture,

Creed, thy name is Seed,

Truth, thy name is Hijacked,

Intolerance, thy name is Hell,

Life, thy name is Delight,

Greed, thy name is Abundant,

Colour, thy name is Art,

Famine, thy name is Grave,

Destiny, thy name is Dream,

Age, thy name is Grace,

Youth, thy name is Polluted,

Earth, thy name is Birth,

God, Thy name is Eternal.

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Rangzeb Hussain Apr 2010

Cinema Culture

My red haired lady was reading a book
when my eyes with love did upon her look,
She was lyrically wrapped in her world
as I walked to the counter for my tongue to unfurl,
She politely asked what it was that I wanted at the cinema to watch
but my words spilled and on the counter left an inky blotch,
I finally asked her what it was that she was reading
and she smiled shyly and said "Richard Wagner is what I'm studying",
She was intrigued one such as I knew so well Parsifal
and so there it was our first meeting so quaint and graceful,
I to the cinema would then often trek
just so that I could with her gently chat,
This was the beginning of our trust and friendship
but something happened and she is now in silence gripped.

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Rangzeb Hussain Apr 2010

Urban Jungle

Gunshots pierce the silence of the yawning night,
In the subterranean abyss of the subway
A young life ebbs into the filth strewn sewer,
It is a girl, fair and beautiful with black locks,
Her violator pockets the still smoking weapon and zips up,
He spits, looks over his shoulder and lights a cigarette,
He inhales deeply and in his nostrils he can taste her sweet perfume,
The memory orchestrates a smile
Which once again compels him to look down at her still warm body,
Upon her dress and glistening legs the blood is beginning to congeal,
Her eyes are sightless but they mirror his image in the dead sockets,
He takes another lungful of her succulent youth
And then slithers and melts into the anonymous jaws of the city,
His ***** are still encrusted with hunger
And the night is yet young and tender,
His teeth glint by the light of the neon signs.

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Rangzeb Hussain Apr 2010

Her...

Her hair,* *like the rich red fruits of autumn,

Her ears, like the curled fountains that tantalize all the senses,

Her eyes, like the jewels that sparkle in fresh water,

Her nose, like the pearl found in the depths of the blue River Rhine,

Her lips, like the wings of a rainbow butterfly,

Her voice, like the lilt of the magic Celtic harp,

Her neck, like the long sweet swan of Lohengrin,

Her arms, like the bronze Amazonian champions of older days,

Her fingers, like the warm hues of the golden Sahara,

Her *******, like the tangerines from the Roman past,

Her hips, like the abundant curves of the Serengeti's acacia,

Her thighs, like the entrance into the lush kingdom of the Pharaohs,

Her calves, like the delicate wax from the heights of Mount Atlas,

Her feet, like the supple honey from the tree of life,

Her name, like the silent knell of death on a bright summer's night.

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Rangzeb Hussain Apr 2010

Cantata of the Dunes

Sire, where be those morning hymns once sung in school choirs?
Those mourning halls are now in silence mired,
The cacophony of rat-a-tat-tat thunders
Across lands where wars are ignited in blunder,
The generation that once sat and sang
Are now yawning in deathly sleep as peasants are hanged,
Solemn requiem bells knell and scream
While mothers of the sand and concrete land wail and weep,
Up above there are the stars that in horror do peep,
Mankind's tortured humanity is blindly buried in dungeons deep.

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Thanks to Neva Flores for inspiring me .

Rangzeb Hussain Apr 2010

My love's eyes doth shine...

"...and in the depths of silky darkness,
yet there was the brightest of lights,
in those jewels that are the eyes,
there rests the soul..."*

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Rangzeb Hussain Apr 2010

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