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In My Veins, In My Blood (The Butterfly Effect)

By Asim • Apr 25th, 2009 • Category: Misc

Long time ago, witnessed we all
Humans caught up in a trap
In self inflated egos and pride
Hearts fearful and defeated
Shackled were their thoughts
And shackled were they all
In the name of fame and greed
With words of anger and hate
The humans and its existence
Remember I once long time ago
Where we sat in corners of ambiguity
Remember I once long [...]



Lets be Honest!

By fzuberi • Nov 10th, 2008 • Category: Misc

It seems like a barge
against the origin of humanity
in this disorganised society
of desperates…
This fort…forced -not only from outside
but from inside…
a gang of wolves gone crazy
with blood…
seeking refuge in the swiss hillocks
they forget -
A mighty fortress is our Lord
A Bulwark never failing
The Plans will all die down
The TRUTH will be plain
you’ll see…
For neither the government
neither the [...]



When Time Decalres The Winner

By The Pakistani Spectator • Sep 5th, 2008 • Category: Misc

By the time,  or by the declinig day,
Allah swear, into the loss is man’s way.
Except those whose faiths are strong,
And the list of good-deeds are long,
Those who join each others in the right,
And in their souls, patience shines bright.
Recall the life of the Egyptian lord,
When he declared he [...]



To Hopelessness

By fzuberi • Jul 15th, 2008 • Category: Misc

There is a sudden rush of blood
in every second of my breath
sweat does not dry
as I run to help my brothers
bleeding and running in all directions
My words are a lot of splatter
probably red in their nature
heartfelt comments on the face
really a frustration in the end
Is my future in this world
or full of ruins is the [...]



Old Lugarno Bridge

By Asim • Apr 21st, 2008 • Category: Misc

Out in the open, the old Lugarno bridge
Witness it has, many battles and wars
The happenings of the past and present
As they gather amidst tulips and old trees
For an old picture, for an old bindings
Remains in there, the strange silence
Souls of the departed, as flowers bloom
Remains in there, the old hatred
Like paths in the jungle, the [...]



Four Stories

By Asim • Apr 20th, 2008 • Category: Misc

Promise me
One day
Let’s travel to Everest
Frozen inside
Our fears
To melt
Lives there
An old poet
Amidst chaos
And dissection,
In peace
As the dance begins
In rain,
As they stand,
To celebrate
The beginnings
Of life
Just happiness
Later to come
The old pain
In its trail,
Awaits,
The desert
Its voice
The caravans
Disappeared!



Memoirs of Mistakes

By Asim • Apr 19th, 2008 • Category: Misc

Come they all to see this land
Forgetful and distant, from its past
The long walks and adventure
In search for peace and comfort
Lend me your ears my friend
Let me recite words of freedom,
In ways different than yours,
From a distant land
As I write in its abate
Memoirs of mistakes!



The Rainbow Catchers

By Asim • Apr 19th, 2008 • Category: Misc

One in combination of blue with straight hair
The other draws her picture in search,
For objects of life, around her and its sounds
The other in rainbow colours, with curly hair
As the animals come into existence- alive
With elaborations by hands and gestures
The rainbow colour, says through expressions
Close to their mountain, as both play
As eyes shifts its gaze [...]



The Old Oasis

By Asim • Apr 18th, 2008 • Category: Misc

Open up these balconies
Scratch away the dust
Gathered for years
In and out
From formation of time
And confrontations
Of humans and their lives
As I move around,
From one room to another
In gathered dust and shadows
In residence, the old objects
Of my mother and her belongings
Years of solace and view
Of the desert and possession
In a land, now only in dreams
As I move [...]



Inhabitants of words

By Asim • Apr 17th, 2008 • Category: Misc

Of what we are and how we see this world
Our lives and its portion, spent in to reflect
This old desire from years of its isolation
The words and its effect roam in its might
We all have stories from our granted lives
Of grandeur and of squalor, like days and nights
Of fiction and of poems, of prose and [...]