Oppression has mothered.
In blood covered and smothered.
On blood and anger fed.
injustice it wants to behead.
A historic evolution.
We call it 'Revolution'.

Two uncivilized platoons
fighting each other like wild goons,
just for a small oval ball.
I feel like giving each one a ball
to settle the dispute once and for all.

Rich and poor standing shoulder-to-shoulder,
disciplined, synchronized postures of beholders.
Overwhelmed with thankfulness and gratitude,
men in rows with humbled attitude.
In-front of Allah their sins they confess
so that they return favored and blessed.

Oh Sleeping believer on the bed!
Three knots at the back of your head,
each contains Satan's words enchanting.
' The night is, long, so keep on sleeping, '
' The night is, long, so keep on sleeping, '
' The night is, long, so keep on sleeping, '
wake-up praising Allah, untie the first one,
perform the ablution second will be undone,
execute the salah so that remains none.
Send the dullness, gloominess far away.
Get up in the morning lively and gay. :)

I have a secret, which till now I have concealed.
You may be shocked, today as it will be revealed.
I have been sleeping with her since long.
In company of her my nights are on song.
I have seen beauties all across the world.
but her softness is more valuable than gold.
In moments of joy I have grabbed her tight.
In moments of sorrow my tears have moistened her clothes bright.
I have seen many beautiful dreams by putting my head on her lap.
And in my dreams I have visited places, which cannot be found on map
Those wintery nights were so rosy,
when In the same blanket I and she got cozy.
Now I am addicted to her beauty.
It is impossible to sleep without this cute little sweetie.
Now I cannot stay without her, she is integral part of my life.
No girl should challenge her position, not even my future wife.
Our affair has been going since I was a boy callow.
Today I declare it openly, 'I love you my Pillow'.

When sun was shining bright.
I went into the field of corns.
There I saw a tree very large.
Filled with flowers and thorns.

Changed eyes with man on left;
And then carefully saw the tree.
Flowers could not be spotted.
Only thorns appeared to me.

Changed eyes with man on right;
And then carefully saw the tree.
Thorns could not be spotted.
Only flowers appeared to me.

Was that tree really a tree;
Or kind of magic in disguise.
Was that tree really changing;
Or twas due to changing of eyes?

Desert of isolation,
sand and cactus,
carcass of imagination,
dead thoughts strewn.
I wander aimlessly,
scorching sun sets,
gentle breeze flows,
soothing moon glimmers,
weather turns mizzly,
desert blooms with
flowers of creativity.
I leave my bed,
sit at the table
with pen and paper.