"kafir" poems
Jo wahan hai wo yahan hai
Jo yahan hai wo wahan hai
Par-e-dil gumshuda
Na Jane kahan hai
Ek chota sa to ye jahan hai
Hum to isse bhi bant chale
Dil to ek chota sa makam hai
A us ***** ko bhi sath le chalein
Jispe uska kudha mehrban hai
Ye to ek aeine ki zaban hai
Jane teri ankhein kahan hai
apne ko hi kyu karta hai khafa
Tujse zada insan to asman hai
Koi lakeer zisko na bant sake
Usse bant diya tune jahan hai
ab to diwaron me hi tu fanaa hai
agar ek dusre ke liye hi marna hai
to pyar me marne me kya gunha hai ?
rok na sake koi usse
jisko khaboien ki panaa hai
Jo pyar me bana hai
lakeeron ke uss par bhi to ek sapna hai
udhar bhi to koi shayad apna hai
agar ek dusre ke liye hi marna hai
to pyar me marne me kya gunha hai ?
ye jo rasta tumne chuna hai
akele pad jaoge tum beete kal
ye jo hai tumhari addat
ki ab to ibadat bhi gunha hai
kya tumne kabhi dheere se suna hai
wo ek muskaan ki shararat
jiska arth bhi tumko mana hai
dekh le us fakeer ki nazakat
jo tere mere khoon ki milawat
us lakeer ki ahat pe kurban hai
agar ek dusre ke liye hi marna hai
to pyar me marne me kya gunha hai ?
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 6:32 AM UTC
wo din bhi kya the
jab neend hume sulati thi
sapno ki ek duniya
hume kahin dur le jati thi
wahin pe ab dafan hai
beete dino ki pehchan
mere har kal mai
aur meri har saans
beete dino ki wo duniya
guzre zamane ke wo pal
kahin gum hain wo garmiyan
ab to bus suna hai ye kal
gumshuda hain wo chehre
jinhone hume jeena sikhaya
rakh ** chale wo chehre
jinhe mitna ras aya
me bhi ek chehra ***
anginat ankhon me se ek
is samandar me mera bhi
wo haq hai
chahe lakhon me ek
par wo bolten hain
me to *** hi ek *****
ki ek tuta dil
fir nahi dhadakta hai
wo puchten nahi
in bhari mehfil
is tute dil me-
akhir kya rakha hai
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 7:15 AM UTC
Pukul satu, kakiku melangkah ke sudut warung kecil itu
Sunyi, lalu ku pilih tempat duduk di ujung sana
Setelah memesan kopi, pilot ku menggores kertas
Yang sama putihnya dengan kulitmu
Tak lupa kubakar ujung rokokku
Yang namanya sehangat pelukanmu
Lalu kuhembuskan kepulan asap tembakau
Menguar sama harumnya dengan tubuhmu
Sepekat nikotin di pembuluhku
Ku tulis kisah kita, dari awal mula hingga akhir bersua
Yang terdampar di sudut kenangan dan rindu,
dan kupaksakan masuk ke dalam loker kerjaku
Sehingga lupa ku adalah tabu, dan memoir adalah *****
Dirimu ku lukis dalam surat ini;
"Di hingar bingar kota, dimanakah kau berada?
Jika lelahmu beradu, dimakah kau berteduh?
Aku disini kasih, Surabaya tempatmu lari
Menolehlah jika kau ada di sudut persimpangan
Mungkin, aku disitu mencari dan mencari
Sisa-sisa cintamu jika itu memang terjatuh
Menadah air matamu, jika itu memang tercecer.
Temui aku, jika berkenan menjumpa nostalgia"
Kuhembuskan uap-uap tar yang menguning
Menerawang di bohlam remang-remang.
Ketika kabut itu pergi, begitu pula aku
Saat api ini padam, redup juga jiwaku
Pukul tiga aku beranjak,
Bayar dan pergi
Surat itu kutinggalkan di atas meja.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC
In baato'n mein na ulajh, khuda kaha'n hai aur kaha'n nahi'n.
***** ke dil mei'n ya masjid mei'n pi.
Per yaad rakh koi to likh raha hai tere amaal.
Sharabi! tu bekhabar hai khuda bekhabar nahi'n.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 5:36 AM UTC
Dengarkan ketika kau merasa takut,
akan semua ketulian,
Gosip dan kata-kata tak bermakna,
Semua berita peperangan
Maupun musik tanpa nada.
Telingamu seharusnya takut.
Lihatlah ketika kau merasa takut,
akan semua kebutaan,
Kebajikan yang munafik,
Imajinasi yang berlebihan
Terlebih jika kau tampik
Matamu selayaknya takut.
Ucapkan ketika kau merasa takut,
akan semua puisi dan syair,
Mantra yang mereka panjatkan,
pada setan dimana mereka lahir
Semua bisu yang kau nyanyikan
Bibirmu seharusnya takut.
Cintai ketika kau merasa takut
akan semua iba dan nestapa,
Mabuk dengan segelas kasih,
Mereka yang bertelanjang jiwa
Sehingga matipun tertatih
Hatimu selayaknya takut
Pikirlah ketika kau merasa takut
akan semua yang dungu,
dimana nuklir-nuklir itu mereka sesap,
dan kebijaksanaan para ***** dituju
Ketika para pendeta tergagap.
Otakmu seharusnya takut
Rasalah ketika kau merasa takut
akan semuanya yang berbentuk,
menyerupakan tawa dengan doa,
Yang menyayat hiruk pikuk
Derap dan tangis yang fana
Dirimu selayaknya takut
Maka biarkan aku berani
Karena kau hidup, dan aku tak punya diri.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
My name is Rajabu Al Islam, an African Muslim
Born in Africa, Black Muslim not Arabic,
I am now in the solemn city of Mombasa,
Standing on the pinnacle of Tahir Sheikh Towers,
Looking at the land of Likoni and Motonkwe
Beyond the deep blue arm of Indian Ocean,
Behold the Muslim terrorists, lynch fierce terror
On the innocent human beings, in ramshackled church,
They are shooting women and young children,
The pastor at the dais, wielding the Bible,
Also succumbs to a bullet in his ***** capacity,
The church choir master has also dropped dead
And the rest of all humanity in the church
Have no where to take cover from terrorist,
As Moslem terrorist ********* bullets on them,
Poor humanity wail in the agony of death
From the injurious bullets, of AK 47,
Auma Otieno drops dead her son Osinya falling away,
Osinya is not dead, but a slug stuck in his skull,
In glorification of Al shabab the Islamic terror wing,
Baby osinya is young boy of six months,
Without selfish piety of Middle East in chest,
When you shoot him, is it n’t it super terrorism!
To shoot a child of six months in the head
In pursuit of your religious ecstasy?
Who said that Islam is the way of Godliness?
He was a beautiful cheat full of brawnish frivolities,
Islam is total darkness, as its overt organs are ;
Al gaeda, Al shabab and Boko Haram.
I hate Islam for its ***** reasonless ignorance
I hate it with my full passion and my entirety,
Indeed I am prepared to die in stern defense
Of my antipathy for Islam; a piety so uncouth
When I recall, the Twin towers of America,
West Gate of Kenya, American embassy in Kenya,
And the stubborn Boko Haram, that condemned human life
Foolishly in the north of Nigeria to be foul divinity.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
In Gethsemane Jesus was sweating blood
(John Kerry sipped a Perrier)
Pilot, washing up, could work no good
(The Ayatollah practiced his *****
And Jesus, beaten, headed to the Cross...
(The peace they plan isn't what we want to hear)
Established peace for Man in Heaven
(The Devil take this lower sphere.)
The Good thing is, He's risen!
He is Risen!
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
Sawalo se ghiri h Ye duniya
Tum bhi aao jara shaan se betho
Panap rahi h jindgi har zarre
Panap rahi h jindgi har zarre
Jara tum bhi Ye atrangi awam to dekho
Sawalo se...
Muqaddar bhi muss a ssal bhut h jazeere Mai
Tum bhi ***** ** ek jaam to lelo
Sawalo se ghiri h Ye duniya
Tum bhi aao jara shaan se betho....
Ik kahani h jindgaani
Ik kahani h jindgani
Jise sunati har jindgi h
Arre in kisso ka yaaro jara ek paigam to lelo
Sawalo se...
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
He was like a maze
My love was like the sky,
He thought no one could find him,
I looked down at him and smiled.
He prayed every night,
As a ***** I studied him quietly,
The closest view of heaven I'll ever see
Is his face.
He was like an underground city,
I was the ferocious hurricane,
I felt his heart beat within me,
And turned into a quiet breeze
To listen.
He preached of love,
And talked about happy endings,
A foreign language he spoke,
I was mesmerized, nonetheless
He was like a dandelion dancing,
He bloomed cause he knew nothing else,
I was the roots to support his flight,
Wishing he realised I do it, only for his sake.
In another life,
He used to love me,
But he remembers not about those days,
Sometimes I feel I faded with his memories.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
of making oaths, but serving one oath alone: faith.
what can be more overcoming
for a mumin to state,
if not the trust embedded
in a *****
what is belief thus?
to be as fickle as a leaf?
stitched to a tree in summer,
then un-stitched by autumn?
even as a ***** i sought
refuge, not as a "mumin"
in the sway of emotion of belief,
mingling doubt, fear & love...
i learned another kind of "belief":
firmly grounded, rooted,
with base stump, as the sole concern
of expressing... trust:
for i will fall, and trust,
rather than believe, that i will
stand once more:
and in that i am a *****
but at least, i am no blindman
stating that i am a "mumin",
who sets a vector of belief,
firmly, with a mingling of tiered
emotions, which become neither
fear, nor love, nor doubt, and certainly
no certainty...
i pity you in your belief:
for you have no heart of stone -
to be firm, to give yourself to
the one sway, of later solidified trust;
that perpetuated ****** of faith.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
Tere kufr ne ***** mujhe Aabid bana diya...
Dho dho ke zanb ashkon ne - saafi bana diya..
Guzre hue lamhon ka kya karun main tazkara....
Tere khayaal ke har pal ne faakir bana diya...
Tere kalaam e sang ne itna kiya maa’il...
Guftaar ke us qehr ne saaquib bana diya...
Saada dili ke jurm ne di itni ranjishein...
Dil e masoom ko dehr ne waqif bana diya...
Ab wasl ke khwaab bunte baithi ** jo “Ain”...
Dekho ke hijr ne tumhe khwabid bana diya...
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 7:21 AM UTC