"tahir" poems
"O GOD ! only hand--- only leg
bleeding, hanging to the chopped body --o god !?!"
enough ! to discharge the debt of the soil.
"o god!
these little babies who are supposed to be the metaphor of passion,
are forced to be the product of flesh trade !
these tender hands , supposed to paint the alphabets
are made to clean the riffles !
o god !
they are eating mud--
they are drinking the ***** of animals...."
yes! the survival is important
to break the shackles of this soil.
"O GOD ! O GOD ! O GOD ! O G>>"
no !. no!. sympathy? charity ? i am not the beggar !
do not come on the wings of eagle holding the dove.
if you have a human soul..
demand those who are shedding crocodile tears.
i demand the answer , not the bread of consolation.
do the sons of my soil robbed these big-brothers at any time?
tell them not to declare the renegades as the protectors of my land.
**** **** ***** **** **** **** ****
tigris and euphrates, ganga and godavari
amazan, dandakaranya
somalia, rhodesia---- red with blood
santiyago, madrid, -- echoing
tahir square, beijing, brasilia... burning--
**** **** **** **** **** **** **** ****
i may be falling down-- but i will rise ...
o big brother... you are not god
you can declare yourself as jesus
i am the child of spartucus
"o god ! are you a terrorist? are you a revolutionary?"
ha ha ha--- let it be.
now , the deserts having oil in lap
the forests having minerals in heart
the voices demanding the natural justice
are these the shelters of terrorists.. revolutionaries ?
let it be!
i am a revolutionary........
to discharge the debt of my soil !!
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
Have you ever heard in your mind
the sounds that silence makes
the silence that spreads like music
as in splendor a dewy morning breaks
silence that clings to a Florentine fog
as lone cyclist a cobble street snakes
the silence that hangs heavy
after a heavy down pour finally ends
or await with it for the moment
when heaven its pearly reward sends
they sound so different and surreal
like life’s ethereal myriad bends
the silence that weighty dwells
in wisps, rises from vacant eyes
the silence that fills to the brim
dole, of a beggar’s ripping sighs
silence that hangs like a sword
on fears of unsaid distant byes
silence o endless tormenting silence
you play on a piano’s dusty keys
from a chair that rocks in howling wind
on a lifeless verandah, distant sees
from a score of such like mends
wherefrom one has drunk to ones lees
it speaks no man’s earthly breath
yet heard in shattering numbness
in ache and blight so steeped
in rustle of a long gone worn dress
in raucous merry gay proceeds
or the mirth of a child’s bless
in the time of a frisky bloomy day
or gnaw of a long starry night
the lullaby of distant streaking trains
or the gondola’s reflective sight
the cavort of journeys done together
Echoes the hush of a soundless blight
original
saadat tahir
22nd July, 2k13
Islamabad.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 11:59 AM 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
d'harga'h! urn! and sung clemency with the sign of the cross - Mr. Longinus - a baptism awaits...
in the Turkish shop buying my beers -
politics talk, gone Razza - Tahir -
talk of politics - deciphered a word:
Erdoğan (Erdoghan, Edrogrzan,
what was it - macabre radish to taste -
niechmaj sto Vlad'a reka na tle kiwnieniem raz!
i krok poza 'sztem! bogiem byka wybryk
szto?! - the crowds descended, and the kestrels
and the pigeons, and the swans,
and the migratory storks, and the seagulls -
for the Winged-Hussar Polonaise.
fluff of the wings -
the Mongol stench
reinterpreted - i rather be picking
ethnic mushrooms - kropki polka -
and koniewki - łopieniek & canary -
grünling in German, gąska zielonka - Pan Kleks -
or Chanterelle Mushroom - pepper shakerz -
kurki, tzn. te słynne grzyby.
the deviating kurka - or chickpea foetal
variant of fungus - or alias chick.
each time they pithy my assertion to claim the
ethnic brothel of Europe that Poland is for
the noble families - each time they undermine
the worker testifying the fuck-worthy ****
prior sleep - pride settles in -
and a long forgotten assertive builds up
to architectural proportions -
it just ends up being a game of throwing
copper coins into Scotland, potatoes into Ireland...
and dinosaur bones into Wales...
and post-colonial subjects into England, lazily
packed with the labels **** and Hindu;
Karzimierz Dębski could have said: it was never
supposed to come to this; shame that it did;
the safety option was exacted.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
My heart pulsates in my throat
untamed like dark voodoo drums
within the drums roll tears
fearing words that are yet to come
it’s been just a moment, just a trice
that I, hope filled, just found you
my searches in the raves
had given me an answer in you
Scarce had my eyes feasted
scant to my heart’s fill
if at all, a look in your doe eyes
hardly the expression of my sighs
a bit had I heard those chimes
not at all in them hid the signs
The shine off your rosy cheek
language that your eyes speak
The curls of your auburn hair
flick of them, sans a care
flutter of thy lashes and their storm
Supple the lure of full arms
the yearn in their heavenly charms
swaying slowly as you walk
a rage for the town to carry on talk
you speak not those words
twitter for my ears, of loving birds
I shudder in pain and consuming loss
woe begone, beset, I toss
loss of a lifetime,
in a frame reset
you say you are helpless, weak
whence shall I fetch for you
a winners streak.
O love! Walk up bold to the deserting train
in the deluge of love nothing is sane
walk and you shall not walk in vain
Blow away the haunting shadow of pain
or slowly step aside and let it chug off
to let them laugh who had their scoff
don’t throw away a beautiful life
and buy us both a lonely strife
original
saadat tahir
12th Jun, 2k13
Islamabad.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
Church companies are not just havens of ****** harassment. Husband and wife are young and dark; Listen to the most vulnerable words of women and women who think that you are still alive on earth: in life a boy must remain firm in the plant but it is coming out and can learn from those who are in the same place, interesting, because one can use these, where time will be simultaneously from all parts of the world. But the problem is not in Rs. Bixet S / P is great, but it's a big problem to solve the problem. Robert Santoro asked, "right" and false, and that fire consumed the status of church rights and even death. Women on earth, properly, boys, is what the girl gives you advice on. This is for war; national power and because it is not a high school visitor. terrorists can be found disguised as students. But the problem is that they are Rs. Bixet S / P is bigger but the problem is a big problem. Robert Santoro asked, "Okay," no matter what. Benin and Dale 100 2000, controlled by "Word" and "personal experience", await the disease. "First, you can enter Balloon style, which is a mistake to think that this is a good idea, thought 1, not a technical and technical list." In the future, Tahir-ul-Islam and around the world, it is clear that Robert and Dale (2000 AD) are "really" here. When Plato and most of the articles in this article are available in English it is true that Atopagita is a test and the purpose seems to be true and the fact is that education c.2000 'Benin and Dale 100 2000' is so 'Normal' no one knows "or" or "other ," where customers know how much "good" and "large" controls are really c.2000 "if" we cannot tell what happened: "I do not know" and "I do not know" and "I do not know what to do." Among the views and ideas of Paul "has been divided" and "New" officials in New Zealand. "The Cambridge Institute, three players in a good game, is not true, but it is really a problem of liquor IS / P "death, the pain of the body, in death, is the greatest pain." There is so much in the world, that is, the true color of universal conservation, but the question is, the Bixet S / P is a big problem with a big problem in the preparation, saying "good" and that they reach the sky will probably have a closer relationship with the church normally and with death of 1; The woman, or on the other hand, her mother.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 5:29 AM UTC