Handsome is not your dancing eyes
when you smiles
Handsome is not your sunny face
or your well built muscle
I have never been wrong..
in defining handsome
handsome is not your flesh
not your looks
but a little bit lower than your abdomen
Look down...
Its your fat wallet
in your pocket...
Thats handsome...

She wears Prada from head to toe
All eyes on her when she steps in..
She...
breathtakingly a beautiful goddess
She...
Femininely revealing ....
Provocatively showing...
Her Silky white flesh hidden and revealed...
Is it the dress?
No..
Is it the face?
No
Its the body
No
Is it the *** appeal?
No and Yes I guess
So help to define **** please....

**** is not always beautiful
Being beautiful is ****...
**** in your eyes
Pretty ugly in mine
**** is hard to define
isn't it?

I look at the moon,
It shines so bright..
It glitters in the mid night sky
The moon is beautiful…

I look at you...
Your smile used to
shine my empty life
Your beauty used to
brighten up my gloomy days

I look at you once again...
No more sunshine in your eyes
No more diamonds in your smiles
Where have my beautiful angel gone to?

I.. I… I’d rather look at the moon again...

We can be dreamers
We can be fearless
We can be lovers
We can be winners
We can be
who we want to be
what we want to be
Coz
We own our life...

Helpless...
I remain before you
You have dominion over me
It is you who extracted the resources out of me
I am being alienated from my self
I stand **** before you
Exposing all my assets
If not satisfied
Let my skin too be removed
Take everything
Whatever you want
My love
My dreams
And dignity
Have a wild exploration
That my children have bright days
Still I know that I am lost
Give me a little space
Where I was born and brought up
To weep bitterly
I will be glad to see
A few drops of tears
Kissing the land
Where I am wanted to live
(C) JC

In this barren land..
You are all alone
Seizing the opportunity
The devil whispers
Lure your stubborn heart
Deceive your weakened soul

Collect your stones and throw..
Each one of the devils..
Tarnish them...  banish the devils
Desert them in the dungeon of darkness
Let the evils gather with joy
to dance their wicked souls

On the judgement day
you'd stand tall
Your deeds and your risen iman
Your success in tests and trials
Proudly you live
to witness the fallen evils

Alhamdulillah you've completed
your hajj.......
The test of patience....and faith...

My teacher wears her usual stern face
Struts into the lecture theatre
Looking so stiff and aloof..
She is untouchable I knew
Well what could I do?

She writes some vague words
On the board...
And talks and talks and talks
Almost non stop
When she does stop finally
That is only to check on us
Whether we are listening
Whether we are dreaming
And she will start screaming...

We are always scared to disagree
Always agree... Always say yes
Yes teacher we nod..
We fake our understandings mostly

And she writes another big word
And talks to the entire universe
So in love with the echo of her voice...

We cant wait for recess
Or else we will die out of boredom
I just pray that our teacher
Would atleast allow us
To also talk sometimes..
To also write sometimes...
She cant always be doing
The chalk and talk...
The entire time
Can she?