It is very interesting
To chew love in presence of hatred....

Confessions of a terrorist.

Possessed by the devil,
I strode out to do evil,

With enmity written large on my face,
Somebody has to be clad in deaths embrace.

Just yesterday a child became an orphan.
And a couple were worried by the ransoms burden.

The fetters of depression behold the city,
Where everyday criminals like me enter captivity.

Karachi, Karachi of yore
Shall not surface, will not surface
Whilst I trigger my double barrel bore.
written by:
Zeenat Iqbal hakimjee

You know depression is creeping in when...
Small things pick at you,
Everything starts to bother you.
Sadness begins to form,
Misery becomes the norm.
Smiles quickly disappear,
Anger moves up a gear.
Loneliness is preferred,
Thoughts become blurred.
Hasty judgements often occur,
Negativity you cannot deter.
Finally, it all becomes clear,
Death you no longer fear.

~ Zeenat Kaji

You claim to love her
But every rub is an irritation
Are you really in love
Cuz it feels like suffocation

You’re clinging on to
A love that’s vulnerable
Excuses at the ready for
Prolonging the inevitable

Self respect disappears
Much like the passion
That once existed
Not even an ounce of compassion

Unable to set her free
Losing all hope
A loveless life
You cannot cope

If I promise to let you go
Would you ever take another look
Your face once filled with laughter
From you, this is what I took

I have come to my senses
We cannot move forward
Me hanging onto a habit
If only love was straightforward

I wish things were different
Ifs and buts are just words now
It was over a long time ago
I broke the most important vow

~ Zeenat Kaji

From the moment a child opens its eyes,
To the world and its ties:
She nurtures it like a steadfast rock,
Right from pant to frock.
" And I shall guide you,
On the path that I walked on,
Before you came along.
In sickness and in health,
In poverty and in wealth,
Whenever I needed company,
You gave the note to the harmony.
Sit tight little one......".
By:
Zeenat iqbal hakimjee

If suicide allowed me to be in your arms for just a moment I would be dead already.
The thing you don't know is that every minute I'm away from you, I die just that little bit more. Eventually your absence will be the cause of my silence, an empty shell wandering, thinking was it even real?

~ Zeenat Kaji

Why is loving you
Such a chore
All I wanna do
Is give you more

You distance yourself
From my presence
This is supposed to be love
Not a prison sentence

The more I offer
The further you drift
I’m a fighter
Won’t ever quit

I made a promise
To love you forever
My heart still beats
For you, my lover

I want you always
In this world and the next
A moment without you
Is a moment of regret

The day I stop loving you
Will be the start of my demise
My lost soul pondering  
If we’ll ever meet in paradise

~ Zeenat Kaji

I’m an addict,
You’re my addiction.
You’re my wine with every meal,
My drug before bed.
A moment without you,
And I’ve got the shakes.
You’re my poison,
But I need you.
Is love the real addiction,
Or is it just you?
But then I realised, without YOU,
I might as well be dead.

~ Zeenat Kaji

“I love you”
Just three little words
That can change someone’s world
It’s not always easy to say though
For some it’s the most difficult
Three little words they will ever say
Because they don’t know if they’ll ever hear it back
And that’s the worst kind of heartbreak

~ Zeenat Kaji

When you keep yourself to yourself, they think you’re a loner.
When you open up, they shut you down.
When you try to occupy yourself, they say you have no time for anyone else.
When you accept depression, they think you’re making a fuss over nothing.
When you cry out for help, they think you’re acting out.
When you feel suicidal, they think you’re attention seeking.
When you’re gone, they wished they had done more.

~ Zeenat Kaji

I see you everyday
I wonder if u notice
I try to catch a glimpse
Don’t wanna make it obvious

Try to make conversation
At the first opportunity
Things get in the way
You seem quite busy

But I still throw in a smile
In the hope u smile back
Or even just a hi
Give me a reason to stop

Can’t seem to
Get you outta my head
Frightened to think
What lies ahead

Never understood these feelings
Butterflies in my stomach
Then it hit me
Dayyum, is this love or summat

But how could this be
I’ve lost all control
On the other hand
You have touched my soul

Don’t have the courage
To tell you how I’m feeling
My anxiety kicking in
Random thoughts occurring

Dunno if I’m brave enough
I’m scared of rejection
I wanna profess to u
My love and affection

Negativity all around me
Thought of you keeps me going
Every moment every minute
My love for you keeps growing

This is killing me now
You probably don’t have a clue
I hope you’re reading this baby
Cuz I’m madly in love with you

~ Zeenat Kaji

THE RETURN OF DUM MAARO DUM
(for Driftwood aka
Shyam Sunder Sharma)

She dances
upon her tippy toes

upon my toes
whirling 'bout the room

to DUM MAARO DUM
she my little Bollywood queen.

"Again...again....again!" she squeals
mad with childish delight.

Asha sings to us
and we...dance!

Sunlight throws itself
at our feet.

We dance upon it.

Summer gasps
holds its breath.

There is nothing but
the music....and us!

She is all
of three

screaming: "Bollywood me...Bollywood me!"

"This...won't....get the dinner done!"
screams Mum above the fun.

The record screeches
and scratches ...ouch...off!

I cut cucumbers
into tiny tiny pieces.

Tilly washes spinach and lettuce.

But when Mum
goes to answer the phone

it's her best chum
she will be hours

we sneak Asha
back into the kitchen.

The return of. . .

"Dum maaro dum
Mit jaaye gham
Bolo subaha shaam.

Hare Krishna hare Krishna hare Krishna Hare Ram!"  

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Such a superb composition by RD Burman. Asha Boshle's voice that perfect creature that it is and matched to Zeenat Aman. Back then we had no idea what it was about only that big father and little daughter couldn't help but compulsively dance anytime the song came on...it was such a joy and we never tired of it.