If The Dead Could Talk agar murday bol sakday

o ajnabia
zarra halkay halkay pairaan nal chal
eh koee saada jiha zameen da tukra nahin
mainu patta tera ithay chalna koee zulm nahin
par tainoo nahin patta teray pairaan haithaan ki dabiya


Step gently on this ground, stranger!
this ain't no ordinary patch of earth.
I know this trespassing isn't your fault,
how could you have suspected
and known earth's secrets.

The Explosion har roz main mar jaata hoon
har roz main paida ho jatta hoon


shuroo ki do laaeenaiN bohut soch-vichaar ki hain

Ridiculing Religion or Religion of Ridicule Mutaal Mooquin saab,

do you go by quin at iLogs?

Cockroaches of Disruption how nice to see your poem on the front page

Bihar & Louisiana: A Poem Interesting!

paani paani har jagah
tum khuda nahin
aadhay bhi khuda nahin
sirf bay parvaah khuda ho

A Scene Go to your iLogs page. See the top right hand corner. It reads:

my iLogs
my favorite iLogs
my friends iLogs
ADD NEW
manage my iLogs

Click on ADD NEW. And proceed....

A Scene And that is the Pakistan Scene -
Dogs, bitches, murderers, dictators
from its inception till present times.

Does Islam know what's democracy?
Is Sharia law not the backbone of Islam?
Do mullahs, gundaas, kings, dictators

not rule all lands of Islam?
Why should it be any other way
in the Paak Land of Paakistan?

Six Minutes cHey minit

duniya badal rehi hai, tabhaaee ho rehi hai
paharon k moonh say aag nikal rehi hai
toofaan har ik innsaan ko Urayey jaa rahain hain
har jagah har waqat ye kyamat ho rehi hai

main ye sab dekh raha hoon
dictaor hamara khoon peenay main lagaa hua hai
greed aur power us k sar main bhari paRi hai
har taraf sunsunata sa hai khatary main logon ki jaanay hain
sirf pahar hi hamara rona sun kar ab kuch goonj rahay hain

main be bas hoon, mujhay gussay ki aag lagi huee hai
chay minit main main chup chap hokar bistray main so jaoonga
aur kal subah uth kar aisi shaeri karnay lag jaaonga -
duniya badal rehi hai, tabhaaee ho rehi hai...

The Nicotine Fingers meray pass
ab koee khass baat nahin hai
meri unglion say tabakku ki badbuu aati hai
mera sar say garam-garam chaey ki khusbuu aati hai

meri raat main kitabain bhari paRi hain
vo meray chup chup dost, meri sahaleean hain
kuch bolti nahin sunti nahin
sab goongi aur behri hain
main bhi unki tarah
ab goonga sa behra sa hoon

jo idhar udhar k khyaal aatay hain
matlab ya be-matlabi hotay hain
unki shaeri karta rehta hoon
log chahay kuch bhi kahain
mujhay shair ya pagla bhi kahain
angrezi main shaeri karta rehta hoon

sirf ye dikhlannay k liyay k main
Shakespeare say koee kam nahin hoon
har mulk ka koee Shakespeare hota hai
main Pakistan ka Shakespeare hoon
(Pakistan k peers ko shake karta hoon!)

apnay hi khawaabon main apna hi
ek kaidi bana huaan hoon
jab rang bharay sapnay mujhay aatay hain
baarish ki choti choti boondain
meray sar par barasnay lagiti hain
aur main ek dum chaarpaaee say uth kar
apni aankahain malna shurro kar deta hoon
aur angrezi ki shaeri likhnay baith jaata hoon

The Missing Pakistanis Pakistan ek khalis kaum hai

Pakistan ek khalis kaum hai
Pakistani khalis insaan hain
ek be-khalis hindu k potay
Iqbal nay iski bunyaad daali
aur mian Jinnah nay is main
khalis hakoomat laa daali

aur hamaray daddon nay kasmain khaaeen -
Pakistan Islaam k insaanon ki jaan hai
Pakistan islam par hamesha kurbaan hai
iska har ek bashinda musalman hai
har bashindo ko Islam par maan hai
is mulk main brabar sub musalman hain

lakin is paak hakoomat main
kitnay paaki kahaan gaaeb ho gayey
jungle ki patjahr main hawwa main kahaan ur gayey
kahaan giray vo kahaan bani kabrain unki
kyaa thaa unka ilzaam is k koee nishaan na hai
maan-baap bahoo-buchay unki yaad main rotay hain
dukh k dariya unki aankhon say nikaltay hain
unki kooe parwah nahin karta
kyon k ye kaum paak hai
aur is ka har insaan paak hai!

Note: Inspired by "The Missing Pakistanis" by kashkin dabruski

Of No Importance "Yes Sir, if you must, then please do so."

Kashkin, I don't have to. I wanted to give you some friendly
helpful suggestions, but I am afraid you're not ready.

So happy poetry writing.

Of No Importance Are you open to constructive crit on your poetry?

Will President Bush Invade Iran? Dear Dr. Gill, I have not yet read the article you posted, and please excuse me to be offbeat by letting you know I am an old friend of your elder brother Mo Gill who worked as an Engineer in a hospital in Michigan. Could you please let me have his email address. Please say hello to him for me. Thanks

Translation: Two Poems of Mirabai Thanks for stopping by, Dr. Lokraj. The original poems are at the Internet. I have to look for the links again before I post them here. Regards, Ravi

Translation: Two Poems of Mirabai Naqshbandi, thanks for stopping by and for your comment.