"lahore" poems
So aged he is, but still so zealous for his job.
It feels like he has only known his rickshaw.
The ancient bard in him tells Punjabi poems.
He belies his wrinkles as he pedals his ride.
Just putting to shame his fellow rickshaw pullers.
None remembers or even cares to know his name.
He just pedals and remembers his deceased wife.
He told me a Punjabi tale of partition...
*"We were really happy when it happened,
I was 16 and married to my beautiful wife,
But then he pressed for a separate Pakistan,
Just so much wicked was this demand of his,
Punjab was alight due to some people's doing,
We were to cross river Ravi en route to Amritsar,
In Lahore my childhood home was burnt to ashes,
My beautiful wife was still so young at that time,
She was ***** on the banks of river Ravi & killed,
In no cloth was she draped as they burnt her body,
After pouring whiskey all over her lifeless body."*
His voice broke and a stream of tears escaped,
Down his eyes they flowed like the river Ravi,
*"In front of my two eyes the men had ***** her,
Her mistake? Looking at them once & smiling,
Sin as great to be punished by such brutal drab?
What God, Ishwar or Allah did they follow?
I have known all & none advocates ****
To which parents could they born?
Must be the devil & the witch."*
By now his nose was red and his sobs audible.
He said, *"She was not just ***** she was also killed,"*
The ancient rickshaw puller gasped for breath as he said,
"Would the high heavens thank them for killing my wife,
She was a Hindu and an idolater with my mangalsootra,
Why they spared my life I have no idea but just remorse,
Will their Allah or God spare them on Doomsday?"
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
Rose, Sunflower, and Lily
decided to get in a war train,
A sunflower was fearless and believes’ she can turn this journey into peace,
Rose was afraid to see everything red like her skin,
But a lily carries just pray with her fragrance,
A journey begins from Lahore,
People were rushed to get in the war train,
Lily asks Rose, Why they are in War train?
Rose says; I don’t know?
Lily was afraid,
She felt’ that her presence won’t change anything,
This train was on its way to Delhi,
Delhi, where people are already in a War train,
And Lahore to Delhi start believing that war is a solution,
But’ Solution of what?
The solution to destroy every rose, sunflower, and lily,
The solution to making every drop of water as poisoned,
The desire to see bloodshed,
The desire to stop playing children's in the parks,
The desire to not let grow a single crop in the soil of mother earth,
The desire to war for sake of war,
A solution comes from the songs of peace,
From the chances to let grow the roses, sunflowers, and lilies,
Swords, Bombs, Bullets, Jet planes and Nuke are not the solutions,
They are the end of all hope,
Hope to live in a love with a rose,
Hope to start a morning with a sunflower,
Hope to sleep with the pray as a beautiful lily,
But the question is who will stop this war train?
Many stations pass,
But none care to stop the war train,
And people of both side,
Just closed their eyes and souls
for nothing but for War,
They did not care; this war train is carrying the message of End,
But Rose, Sunflower, and Lily now knows, this is not their fault of believing,
It’s a fault of war train frenzy,
If this train won’t stop here
then each glimpse of life will be gone forever and ever!
By; Nida Mahmoed.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
Meeting new culture, new nation,
Feelings and thoughts behind imagination.
Country with peace and hope,
With friends we can cope.
The captain of Pia 785 flight,
Believes in God as a light,
I Was sitting in a window seat,
I came for a friend that I can't quit.
I saw eyes with care and peace,
That nobody can't miss,
People with noble heart you can see,
Country with respect for you and me.
Pakistan touch my poetic soul that shines,
We learn with so many different minds,
Lahore has so many treasures to see,
Like a bird I'm free...
To all my global friends.
Warmest Regards,
Victor Marques
Aug 1, 2010
Aug 1, 2010 at 9:32 AM UTC
You have friends in the same war,
That you have never met before.
The world isn't the same anymore,
I came to Pakistan, to Lahore...
People playing everywhere,
Clouds in the air,
I looked for smiles and faces,
I found laces...
People like the Queen,
Simplicity that I Have never seen,
Windows open in Pakistan light,
I wish prosperity in their site.
Humanity is all about love,
God is looking for you,
The sky is above,
What can I do?
Warmest regards.
Victor Marques
Aug 1, 2010
Aug 1, 2010 at 9:20 AM UTC
The Condition of My Heart
by Munir Niazi
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
There's no need for anyone else to get excited:
The condition of my heart is not the condition of hers.
But were we to receive any sort of good news, Munir,
How spectacular compared to earth's mundane sunsets!
Mystery
by Munir Niazi
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
She was a mystery:
Her lips were parched ...
but her eyes were two unfathomable oceans.
I continued delaying ...
by Munir Niazi
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I continued delaying ...
the words I should speak
the promises I should keep
the one I should dial
despite her cruel denial
I continued delaying ...
the shoulder I must offer
the hand I must proffer
the untraveled lanes
we may not see again
I continued delaying ...
long strolls through the seasons
for my own selfish reasons
the remembrances of lovers
to erase thoughts of others
I continued delaying ...
to save someone dear
from eternities unclear
to make her aware
of our reality here
I continued delaying ...
Keywords/Tags: Munir Niazi, Urdu, Punjabi, translation, Pakistan, Lahore, love, love hurts, heart, heartbreak, condition, mystery, pashto, relationship, delay, delays, delaying, mrburdu
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 2:57 AM UTC
kitchen counter riddled in grey marble
a fragrance of burning wood and candy
solar blessings filtered into linear lines
fruits spread in an ikebana rainbow
a jar of sickly saccharine sugar atop
a syrupy taste lingers in that air
i long to breathe it in once more
that sweet air of my grandma's
house from all these 11,285
kilometres away from home
and ten years from those
first moments of life
Dec 4, 2024
Dec 4, 2024 at 12:38 PM UTC
Those who are deceased,
Leave this world in peace,
Well some at least,
Tears of abhor shed down the eyes of the families,
For those terrorists who come in vengeance,
I wonder for what?
Wouldn't it be great if only there was tranquility worldwide,
Or in fact leaders who mobilize attacks against these savages,
I pity our lives and souls of those who don't cry,
How hard can it be to realize,
That taking away lives is so low,
Please God ! Help these people deviate from wrong to right.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC
Turning a key and in turn turning free all the thoughts that then fly, they could flee but then thoughts that fly free have no need to flee or am I missing something?
Bring me my ideas in a box filled with sand and I'll show you castles built not with the hand but the mind and then hand me the key to let all thoughts run free, hand me the sea in a sieve and I'll give you gemstones.
Backpedal.
See how we're home free with the domes of Damascus that would stop men to ask us, how do they do that? we answer them using Aramaic, using ancient and archaic chants planting seeds before the harvest.
Beating chests and tearing hair and where the answers lie for us in the old markets of Lahore we wore stripes on our bedrolls and tore strips from our skin, we didn't win that one and that's for the best.
And Beau Geste in the legion somewhere in the region of a beach, out of sight out of reach and he wasn't real really just someone's idea of an ideal and we fell for it.
Turn me another brother, turn me a key, spin me the wheel and let the numbers fall free.
We all see in the end as the beginning starts to wend its way wearily home and for some the end is another key to set free all
the beginnings we knew and could never see.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
They build and call them tower blocks
,
they're concrete rockets to entomb us then they'll blast us into space.
This race is no race for old men.
And when we're our there gravitating towards the dying sun
they'll have us playing parlour games,
gee whizz
oh lord
what fun.
But we're catching on to their games and the things they're going to do, you'll get older one day
it's time for you to catch on too.
They're building seismic sidewalks
that tremble when you talk
They're building hell out in Lahore
hell
that's been done before.
They're spending billions on defence while a million people starve
there's meat upon the table, but
there's no one left to carve.
Unfinished
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 9:50 AM UTC
If I sit here and savour the minute
if I hear a pin drop in Lahore
does it make life sublime
if I'm wasting my time
could there possibly be
anything more?
why do larks rise each morning to drown me
If I swim will they all fly away
in the songs that they sing is it hope that they bring
do they move on the wing just to sing in the morn
were they there on the day of the day I was born'
as the pin drops the penny engages in
the history of questions I've asked
and the reels start to spin picking out every pin
and the moments I see
question
will I ever be
what becomes of the lark when it's cold and it's dark
does each song hibernate
does it wait for a time
when I'm sitting and savouring a moment of mine?
If I knew I could say
if I was when today
I feel fine.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 6:35 AM UTC
Made in your face
Or drawn over a thin
White lie
I mean line
Made out of paper
You posted it
Didn't you
Who are you
Where do you live
Inside a crib
You once slept in
No home goes unnoticed
To us kinds
We live in imagination
BEyOND the bright fillip stars
Where comfort and knowing are
We live to follow you
And quarter just for a go about
What you imagine life really is
It's you
It's all inside of you
Your soul stretched a thousand lands
Before finding you
And reaching into
Your afterlife care
It sput out ashes upon
Your bed
And told you
Please do not take
These off your sheets
One day you will kneel
I'm what yiure now doing
Only to look up
To a brighter pool
Of hopefully zooms of light
Inhabited by mother
And father time
Just joking they don't exist here
Here is parallel to any know being
Where the fish comb
Through your vessels
And hats race thru your mind
And hurddles of black sea
Trunks of ancient old trees
Soon devour
Fastly
Intrigued
By YOU
Little I'm
Nobody pays attention to me you
We,are interested in you
But why?
I don't like the attention
Please don't look at me
It makes me really
Creepy and weird
And mad and rages
Like scavengers eating
At my brain
Please,see it a different way
You are us
We birthed you from the Stars
We love your light
We never hate
You
When you feel
Low or have a hard time
We encourage you in
Whispers light
Through this species
I found your aunt
Delilah and uncle Sam
aha I thoubut so
They are mine
And the dark ones
I carry like backpacks
Of rocks
Never to lift
With each,thought
Erasing won't,help
They've already
Bought space
In my mind
And they live in my bed
And eat,the ashes
Before I have tome,
To descend into the sky
Upside down they have
Me
Curling my toes
Where,the duck are,my toes anyway
It's man eats shot all day
Kind of love,that they celebrate
To my disguise
You,can eat cake and raindrops
Will soon taste like healing
And your insationable appetite
For life,will soon
Turn on
Is it perspective
Can or do I still have you've,them
For morning noon and night
Or can I take a flight
Or lay down a Lahore the help do I get rid of them all
Well never tell
That's where you'll
Find us
That's where we dwell
In the back of my mind
Enter stage right
Exit night
Enter light
Take,my hand
OFF TO NEVER NEVER LAND
Perspective is everything!!
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 9:58 PM UTC