How many massacres must we endure?
How does killing others, changes procure?
How many suicide bombers are being born?
Do their consciences ever leave them torn?
How many terrorist sympathizers we call friend?
Hardliners preaching terror is the new trend?
When next must innocent blood be spilled?
Inhumanity to man by man whose heart is hate filled?
When does the nightmares finally end?
Is peace and harmony around the next bend?
© Perveiz Ali

It is all now done in vain,
To pretend in a state of pain.
To look through tears like rain,
It still remains just a game.
We struggle to remain sane,
Even as the horrors are plain.
Who shall we seek to blame?
As we wallow in this shame.
Sweet nectar now bitter strain,
As the sacrifices are in vain.
Our honor now deeply stained,
Our wounds now so inflamed.
To the heavens our necks craned,
We pray the hardships to be waned.
© Perveiz Ali

How can I say
yes, I agree to you.
When it is not you
but the forced being
induced in you?
Calling love a rose but
a fragrance free rose.
How can I imagine
Emotions that are
beaten in and out,
without a soul?
Do you mean that
Fishes fly?
And birds swim?
Of which wonder you
speak?
Unable to grasp the
Lessons you teach.
To the one who
believes in love
The love of art,
the love of life,
Emotions so strong.
And so you preach,
there is no thing
called love?
What then is the
emotions called?

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways
of soul soothing play,
unique in it's own way.

To join our hands
and walk over the Sands.
Dreams of lands,
adorned by scintillating star bands.

Together we breathe and
share the lovable air,
Full of aroma and sweet
scents of pine.

Let's start to clear the
clouds of fear,
Make love not sparingly,
in actions of passion.

On a journey of delightful imagination,
The facets of which had no explanation.
A loving nature that was beyond measure,
Became for me this sweet tender treasure.
My beloved gave me love like the Pacific,
My heart is filled with her waves so terrific.
Her vast desires has me overwhelmed,
From where this great passion stemmed?
© Perveiz Ali

Innocence Denied

Oh dear! Let me open my heart,
To let you read what I am.
What my thoughts are composed of,
The turmoil that's on my soul.
Share the angst of my existence,
Give light to the pain of my oppression.
Am I difficult? Or am I so deprived,
Let them say what they want.
But Alas! Chaos and confusion reigns,
Should we bow to devious tyranny?
To be held by them, against our will?
To write our destiny in blood?
They wish to ****** our free will,
Soaked in streaming blood.
Should we stand firm or cave in?
On the lines to be handed the scraps,
Objectors dragged and humiliated.
Charged for crimes we didn't commit,
Ye innocent and chastised souls.
We seek only liberty and real freedom,
To enjoy the fruits of happiness in shade.
No longer prisoners of political ambiguity,
Our will finally to be imposed is out wish.
© Perveiz Ali

Death Reigns

Where to register you?
My dearest brother and sister!
Among the rebels or adherents?
Has this paradise so devolved?
Discharge of bullets now common,
Pactised length and breath freely.
Terrorists claiming to fight terrorists?
The license handed to oppressors.
Teens out to spectate the show,
Never to walk home evermore.
Souls lost and bodies bloodied,
Who bears the guilt of wanton slaughter?
Lust for violence in their hearts,
So easily to fire into a crowd?
No difference between agitators and innocents?
A people whose lives mean so little?
How do you justify the loss of humanity?
Blood shed and death reigns victorious,
Young lives lost... A future gone dark.

© Perveiz Ali

Rugged terrain adorned with hills and valleys,
Uncertainty and ambiguity the follies.
Do's and don'ts are added complexities,
In these engulfing and unending mazes.
A vulnerable life with sad macabre tales,
Abused then frustrated by legal scales.
Thought you were insulated from denigration,
Lessons learned from such humiliation.
This is a land of too much denied freedom,
Committed to madness in an archaic kingdom.

"Don't go far off, not even for a single day."
Memory of your utterance that sweet day.
You offered to be mine in your own way.
In this life full of green and things grey.
Memorized what you promised me that day.
Under shady tree, as if in a romantic play.
Woeful I am now, as I've lost the way.
Now heartbroken in sorrow I shall pay.
© Perveiz Ali

Failed to convey who I am?
In my thoughts and acts?
For the one who means
the world to me?

Am I that highly naive?
Missing your signals given.
In the sweet coated words
I accept as straight as mine.

But why do they fail?
When they are so needed.
The proven milestone of our theme.

What does it mean then?
No trust in my words expressed.
My words as soothing game
Where trust is extinct?

Showing off is an irrelevant act
A salute to you, My Love!
For the pain you showered on my name.
© Perveiz Ali