"shukar" poems
Misconceptions
Fasley smiles
Psychoanalyzed
Could it be my OCDish
Would they agree or disagree
Respectfully - with no referee
Whatever matter - It doesn’t
Let it be
I’m carefree
It’s the best defense
Not a draftee
A perfectionist I am
It stems from many forces
My moral sense
At any expense
Not remorses
Their sweet jabs
From the start
Yes
From day one
Like Mr. Shukar - they see
I'm the new prospect
My disposition in scrutiny
As I take in with fluency
No unity
Let it be
I’ll take it in my dome
Its my best cover
Not styrofoam
I'll take it whichever way it's thrown
Please...
Pass the twisted news along
I continue staying strong
Detail-oriented is my syndrome
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
Have you ever had an open box of cornflakes
slip out of your hands
(at the precise time you were constructing a poem in your head)
and scatter all over the kitchen
like the fragile egos of self righteous partisans
(creating a bigger mess if you trample them)
and thus, you find yourself on all fours
sweeping a recently swept floor
once more.....
We’re brought up looking for divine expedience in any mishap that happens:
“Maslehat” they say.... there must be a hidden benefit in this!
“it’s a small loss in lieu of a bigger one that it prevented”...
....and we tune our frequencies from ambition to complacency....
year after year,
generation after generation,
till that becomes the default station.....
I even start looking at the benefits hidden in the mess at hand...
I’ve discovered crevices under the stove where my cleaner never reaches,
(now I can prepare an admonition for her
—-wouldn’t have happened without the corn flakes.... thank you!)
I imagine worse scenarios.... it could have been the bag of flour, or the spice jars .... or.... glass bottles.
The work instantly becomes less tedious, as I weigh it against shards of glass and invisible weapons of potential exsanguination....
oh shukar , shukar, shukar..... Alhamdulillah.
It’s ok, it’s only cornflakes....
It’s only cornflakes, and my attitude.... ( that’s in question)
keeping things together, even when they’re crumbling,
cleaning up messes, and counting on second guesses,
Using crafting glue and bluetac to hold up foundations
( this doesn’t merit any recommendation!)
A friend once said, “ sometimes you have to let it break, so that you can build it better....”
but what is better, when each damage is a consecration
that is the conundrum of creation
it’s all a substrate
it’s all a message
its all salvation
I had told my friend, “listen I don’t know how to use metaphors,
and I only have a few of my own,
will you give me some on loan?
I need them to break and remake my ache.... “
The silence meant yes.
I could take all the phrases,
all beautiful words, all dictions, all praises
In these clumsy hands, ( since the heart understands)
And if I spill them like cornflakes,
no matter what it takes,
I’ll find a way, to scoop them in a poem.
A.
20.9.18
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
Nafrat kardi he na mere naal?
Ta sun,
*** nafrat is tarah kari
Ki jis din me mara
Tere tere muh bus ehi nikle
Ki “shukar he marea sala”
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
Akkha khola te saamne tu hove,
Rabb tou aiyo dua mangdi ve.
Zindagi da koi mol ni tere baigair,
Tere baajo adhuri aa teri heer.
Tere ch mai apda khuda labheya,
Qismat wali aa je tu mera saaya baneya.
Har koi kise di majburi ni samjhda,
Par tu har vele mainu labhda.
Kise shayar tou ohda dard na pucheyo,
Dard nu vi inni khubsurti naal aakhe oo.
Ki sabnu pyaar ** jave,
Tere dil ch thandi chawa ve.
Shukar dateya tera,
Khushi aa ki oo sitara mera.
Aasmaa tou tott ke mere jholi paaya,
Rooh ch meri sirf ohi samaya.
Tuhadi dewa mai ki missal,
Tussi ** hi bemisaal.
Zindagi da har ik panna rangeya tussi,
Tuhadi mukhde te hove har pal khushi.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:36 AM UTC
Parso accident ** gea c gaddi da
Te shukar a ki bacha ** gea
Deiver side da door tut gea
Byke wale ake waje sidhe.
Una de satta wajiya kafi
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC