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I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.

To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.

I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.

Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.

I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.

The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of stone, a flickering in metal.
Both candle and the moth crazy around it.
Rose, and the nightingale lost in the fragrance.

I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift, and the falling away.

What is, and what isn’t.

You who know, Jelaluddin,
You the one in all, say who I am.
Say I am you.

………………………………………………..

Your embrace some form
saying, “I am this.”

By God, you are not this
or that or the other

you are “Unique One”
“Heart-ravishing”

– Master of the Masters: Rumi


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Re-doing  Richard Aldington’s original with a touch of mine:

We passed and left you drowning. Let there be no oratory, no sad melody in the background, no heart-wrenching lament. No need for tears shining on your cheek, shining like a diamond, no need for regrets. We left you drowning in those monstrous waters, when every rising inch of water, meant more deaths, cries and homelessness. We even saw you gathering your kids, hanging on the last pile of wood, to find dry land & to shelter your beloveds, leaving behind your homes, businesses, kettle & fields.
 
It was a painful watch & kismet had its own plans; you died and we live. We eat from your fields yield; we salute for the last time those fields which grew food for us, kettle which fed our babies, those kids whose joyful faces made our day. More painful it was, to see, some amongst us, still lying in apathy and pretending nothing has happened.

Who was more fortunate, can you tell? For you there are tears, shelter-less nights and cold twilight drooping in awful desolation over those motionless lands drowned in water. For us sunlight and the sound of cheerful voices, song and hope and laughter, despair, gaiety, love — life.

Syed Ali Abbas Zaidi

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Picture Courtesy: Sheikh Shakeel Ahsan (@ Jampur, District Rajanpur on 17th Aug, 2010)

They cried of drought and foreign hands

And now flood overflows their lands

As monsoon clouds vomit deadly rains

No school, no mosque, nothing remains

 

Some watch it drizzle against their glass

Some watch TV and ‘just’ cry alas!

As rivers over spilled into homes

Leaving behind  bodies, cries & foams

 

Thousands dead and millions roam

On streets in search of their homes!

Whilst apathetic ones still lay on bed

And talk of hows and whens like said:

 

“What will I save if I get drowned?

Should that day might come;

My car, my belongings or my golden crown

I have to save before I run”

 

As he dreamt of noah’s ark

Lights went off and it went dark

Water level began to rise

And he could not save his poor life!

 

Syed Ali Abbas Zaidi

Plastic Tearz | An Insight

The 2010 floods remain to be the biggest natural disaster in the history of Pakistan and in the recent history of the entire world. Lend a helping hand to the 20 million affected, as the same can happen with us. Let’s vow to help, light and fight.

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Apnay aangan mae nafrat ki,
Yeh jalti aag bujha dena.

Ham pyar ki, shammaiN Layae haiN
Tum bhi aik deep jala dena.

Jo khet jala voh apna tha
Jo khoon baha voh bhi apna tha

Jo kuch bhi huva achcha na huva
Ab waqt hy oosko bhula dena
Ham hath hawa ke bhaijaingay
Khushbu Lahore ki mitti ki

Tum bhi Ravi ki lahron per
Dilli ke phool baha dena

Apnay ghar ki diwaron ko
Uncha karna sab ka haq hy

Lekin jo diwarain dil mae haiN
Voh sari aaj gira dena

Voh pyar bhala kab rukta hy
Diwaron se talvaron sae

Ham dur sae hath hila daingay
Tum dur sae hi muska dena !!

Khush-hal raho dilshad raho
Tum phoolo phalo aabad raho

Ham tum ko duaayaiN daitay hain
Tum bhi ham ko yeh duaa dena

Yeh pyar khuda bhagwan bhi hy
Yeh pyar hi Masjid Mandir hy

Jo sabaq sikhayae nafrat ka
Voh Masjid Mandir dha dena !!

Lahore 21.03.2001

There was a happy occasion of meeting of two sides of nationals at Lahore on 21.03.2001. Indian delegation was represented by The Servant of the people Society also known as Lok Sevak Mandal. The founder of this Lok Sevak Mandal was Lala Lajpatrai in 1921

One of the Pakistani Doctor Khalid Javed had written a poem in love and affection for the people of both the country. He then requested Mr Satyapalji the group leader to convey his message to the people of India, the true feelings of Pakistanis for Indians. On his return to India Mr Satyapalji had published this poem in several Indian Newspapers. This poem was appeared in Gujarat Samachasr London on 24.01.2004 submitted by Shree Chandubhai Matani Leicester

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Come alone or bring your stone hearted friends ;  For once let’s show them how it will end.

Shying away from what your end will be is stupid. So, don’t be stupid — Come, for once, come visit my grave.

Stonehearted turn soft when they visit this compound, of dead men and women, lying breathless – waiting for their final journey towards beginning of another end. I am not warning you, I am requesting you – for many stonehearted came here and I could see tears in their eyes.

After seeing their final resting place, some cried like babies, some still could not let go of their masks and pretended to be ‘normal’ and fought with their eyes, who wanted to shed tears, but their image would be ruined — ah, the mask!

Here on my right lies a famous fashion designer, who designed expensive clothes for rich women, but now lies enslaved in simple sleeveless cloth. He did not wear cheap clothes, for it was a sign of poverty, but now this very simple white piece of cloth covers his body.

And on my left, a businessman, whose pharmaceutical company made millions selling drugs to sick but none of his drugs could save him. He used to brag about his riches, and was never satisfied with his house, so he kept building new castles to accommodate himself but he now lies here beside me, buried under ‘cheap’ stone.

In front of me, a spoiled brat from the elite, who had nothing to do in life, so he kept racing and it eventually took his life. His daddy bought him new cars whenever he requested – Oh those fine pieces of metal, the Mercedes, the Buggatis, the Jaguars. But the poor fellow rode a wooden box as his last car – when he was buried here few years ago.

Some here, in my new neighborhood, did not learn to serve, did not learn to give even when God gave them the worldly blessings. But now their time has passed and they cannot move an insect from their noses. Oh here lies those whose only purpose of living was to tan their faces, and be social in the ‘hip-crowd’ but now they have died and disappeared from their social circles, without making any difference.

Some here were big bosses, who used to roam with their heads high in their black suits and carrying branded leather briefcases. They used to hire and fire people daily but see if you can spot them? Who is who? And whose is what?

I came to know the one lying behind me did not like to eat cheap food, now there is no café to visit nor no food to eat.

Time clicked, tick a tock and that was it. All that we thought we possessed was left behind and here, only moments of truth live.

More about the moments of truth later…

Dead Man Talking Part I

Syed Ali Abbas Zaidi | Plastic Teaz: An Insight

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Her son was wrapped in flag today
The proud mother had her say:
What grace there is – to die in peace?
I raised a soldier true – Oh please!

 
Her tongue wagging but emotions dead
With images from news inside her head
Of blood, destruction and rape of mothers
As her country had invaded another
 
Countrymen hungry, sick and bare
Of basic needs – they do not care?
Just build an army and go to fight
What charm there is in peaceful night?
 
Heartless leaders had their reason
Talk of peace became act of treason
Bloodshed endorsed by religious minds
The holy war had made them blind
 
Their natural resources became their curse
For ‘our’ God, their sins grew worse
For this day of glory – we rehearsed
Arms, legs, heads – as cannons disburse
 
Those who heard their loved ones cry
Will hate this war – for it was a lie
There is no poetry in bloody shreds
Wait till you hear, ‘yours is dead’
 
War seldom has discount
As humans dead on humans mount
What patriots live and die in peace
Zaidi cut this crap – Oh please!
 
Syed Ali Abbas Zaidi
Plastic Tearz | An Insight.

Come and see the blood in the streets,
come and see
the blood in the streets,
come and see the blood
in the streets!
  

It’s shocking how humanity has progressed in science, philosophy and other fields but still yearns to learn the art of respecting each others right to live! Some people in the land of pure, on the lines of General Zia’s radicalization policies still propagate war and racism. Some even use it as a tool to define “patriotism”, forgetting “an eye for an eye will make everyone blind”. Forgetting that a war between two nuclear armed rivals, Pakistan and India could mean humanity may cease to exist in the Indo-Pak subcontinent. Further read ( The love of War )

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When there was nothing left to burn

I set myself on fire

Holding it strong between my fingers

I lit the cigarette of desire

As nicotine overwhelmed my mind

Words began to unwind

And here I am, with no shame

Writing poetry, up in flame

There’s something mad in the puff

That makes you bear even the cough

Feel the smoke dance in front

Feel the blaze of the blunt

Forget the sorrow and the joy

Feel the magic of this toy

Those who say it kills before time

Ask them, friend, are you divine?

And those who ask:

To smoke or not to smoke

Ask them: To hope or not to hope?

– Syed Ali Abbas Zaidi: Plastic Tearz – An Insight

Disclaimer: Smoking is injurious to health. It causes cancer of all sorts and you should ‘nt really smoke, please. This was just a poetic rambling, of a smokin’ poet :P. Dont use any portion of this stupid poem as a justification to kill yourself (like you will live forever without it :P, HAHAHA)

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