Creating troopers

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Trained to think 

All alike 

A rebel within to protest the thought 

Be well meaning

Noble men

And then

They break these walls of sorrow

Empty it hollow

Alive

Awake

Dead

Combined 

A world to live in their dusk glory

The glory you  create in your mind

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15.03.2021

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Inks source bullpens

With stories traversing petty elements 

of pain

In disdain

We could do more

More to living life

Within cruel bindings 

Of madmen seeking bricks

On a land of soil, turmoil 

And specks

Blood is blud 

Distances seen

Only at nuclear luxurious tents

Above and below

Innocents die

With questions unanswered 

Living in a time 

Bound by chains of havoc 

Where turmoil is an art to live

To survive 

To sustain

In the end, 

To die

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Recollecting Fortress

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I'll just wait for a while 

While you drown in a sōliloquium of denial

Tucked away inside my fortress of memories 

Walls of a vault crowded with vivid imagery 

Soft, driven, harsh and mad, like some new language

I see a life, and it’s people, profoundly called bondage

Far away from materialistics

Like a deer

Prone to wound

For jests can be feigned for the living

A tiger, a bush, cloaking

You stay in my fortress, bolted

Victimise myself as I see it all manifested

Maybe I’ll just linger here for a while

Not to touch but to take, maybe it isn’t mine

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Uncertain times

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Tragedy strikes in the land of the terrified 

Someone knocked, in a weather too fair 

Unknown guest, a resident, soul stood petrified

 The walls have seen two souls and an heir

Furious, walking around a house rarely visited before

And days go by, stranded in rooms, impossible is the porch

Thoughts gather in time, maybe out of season

This time, unresolved pasts linger with conditioned reasons 

Breaths feel like sardonic whispers  in the halted air

Deaths are rising with panic infused boredom within confined layers 

Idealistic thoughts can only so much help you foresee 

Cloud'd, unc'rtain thoughts questioneth me, to be or not to be 

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A Letter To a Friend

It has been a quarter of the lives we should live through. A sequence of seamless times, time easy, times rough. Maybe it had it all, from times to mention again and times to be not spoken of again. You’ve been there, you will. I’ve talked about worlds past and will. To being the closest thing to my best friend, you mind stepping those shoes. Why is it that you don’t see this in a new light? My pieces of conflict and complications occur because of you. I know it, I know you, I’ve spoken to you in silence. To have explored landmarks left on the world on big cities. Doesn’t it look exciting? You enjoy being part of memories. Don’t realise how you don’t remain in only one anymore, how you’ve denied yourself to keep distances casual.  How long would it be best for us to stay in a bubble of denial. Maybe let’s meet again and revisit ourselves. Maybe this time you realise how you’ve scheduling a memory of you in many moments. There’s always a lot of world to see maybe differently. From someone to someone after endless battles with denials buried, a leap of faith to not let down again. For time has gone, with things happy and unknown, but for a seemless reality now. What if this never fades out? 

Fearing freedom

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Every day I live, I fear death

Living the life of purpose with no freedom

I try to join the army among them

It’s a life to live they told me the saviours taught 

Have the heart of a giant after you’ve fought 

I live, I die, and death not ends it

Here I live every day, I dear death

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Blessed Friend

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Death my old friend

Death, my guardian angel

Take me away from this reproached sanctum

Guide me to a new era of waxed candles

Flames burn low

Mornings reflect gold

I looked over you in times of stress

Bless me as I come to you bearing gifts

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Mind Over Matter

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Mind over matter

Triumphant 

Fearless

He walks away without a frown

Stood tall in front of a crowd eagerly waiting

A saviour in the land of freedom

The crowd hungry, waiting for food and salvation 

Damnation 

Creatures of the land looking up to a figure, godlike 

Greeting an ancient crucifix 

Fearful of death, fearless of heartache and pain 

Have we made it so far, structure of glue and tar 

Shattered across time, we wait for him

His freedom of the real and reality 

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Tenants

Welcome to a land of sparrows, sheep and snow leopards

We invite you to a holy place where we live and kill to procreate

They let us in sardonically into their sanctum, we the shepherds

We walk in to take over their kingdom divine as if it were desolate.

Strategise our advantage, let’s kill one another over disputes and heartache

We survive in a taken land, with pride and honour,

Over boundaries that never existed, slowly killing ourselves with hate

Faded Emotion

Why can’t I love you

Till the end of time, to days when I need you

Cause you make me shy

Cause you make me smile

You make me fly

You get me high

Like two birds in sheets of time

Like a peacock in the clouded sunny sky

Dancing till the end of time, to days I find you

Why can’t I now see you

We can jump in a puddle of joy

We can love, love, love and love

Let us love, dim the lights, time is not enough   

Forget/Forgive

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Are you a part of the vast reality

A place you need with open eyes and dignity

Let yourself chase a place of wisdom and freedom

That new place, a dry one, with only coyotes singing in the land

Let me take you there and feel the losses of mankind myths and the gods

Just forget sorrow you feel and be lost while you feel free in hand

Chase a new myth, one that takes you away, makes you a different soul, while you forget the forgiveness of the lords

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Miscalculations

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Let’s dissolve a past we lived together 

The music helps it flow and circle perimeters unattainable but fine 

It’s the sound of the liquid gushing and oozing, forming miracles of its own feather 

Soft, mild, warm and high, feeling of your flesh against mine

A feeling we share, like the greens in the divine garden, a garden not for the legions

Let’s resolve that past, together, create a region, new seasons, based on our hopeless miscalculated reasons

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River of Sorrow

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Have you allowed me to step into the river’s moonlit glow

Let me step away from the kingdom, freedom and dreams infinite

Dive into the water, like common gulls for fresh, meaty treats

Or like the common gulls hovering over urban wastelands, feigned feasts definite

Close to the water, a river blue, walking down to the glow

Have you allowed me to step into the river, to the river of sorrow

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29 June, 2018

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Another summer passes away strangely 

A season of warmth, of presence, a feeling unlonely

Many a dream passes by, of clothes, of commitments in love

A sky with scattered clouds or none will stay no more

A sky covered, with dying hopes, all in dust

Imagined an affair with love, before

Coldness comes once before warm again, the winter

For summer shall reincarnate hopes, just after the lonely and cold splinter

A place to fall softly, or so it seems 

A place with more love shows and scenes 

The summer died this year, with a faint frown 

A change of season taking place, thus, presently, summer drowned

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Weary Memory

It was one hot summer afternoon in the year full of unrest

Walking in the sun was hard, a walk needed to calm the heavy chest

I had just met someone with a past, dark and full of fumes

Yet she felt like victory, satisfactory, a feeling of melodious tunes

The heat was a distraction from my feelings, felt so fast

The sun was just evilly smiling, for I felt disturbed by her past

She felt ashamed really, of her past so wild and soar

All I could see was her hair fall smoothly, as her feet were trembling on the floor

A gush of wind took me back in time, to a time where I was alone

It was then I felt the need to turn back and walk the mile again, a mile was difficult and long

I was wrong to think that her past was horrid, that I ran, lest I fall

Not two thoughts could make up for the aberrated scene I caused

Spoke about a time that was gone in the past and flames fiery

The flames were out now, clouds flew by and past was memories, memories are now old and weary

Locked Away

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Still remember the good old days in some little ways

How sweating the sun felt refreshed, how gentle were mother’s breasts

It was all yesterday when we used to walk the grassy land, feet in sand

Walked many a mile, here we stand, with Apartments in place trees, car fumes breeze, a boy, young, screams

Terror on face his, all was lost in the mist, felt his pain, he didn’t know rage, knees went weak in his cage

Had a life to live, a father to follow, lost his will, he was hollow

We still believed in the good old days that we remember in little ways

We still remember the confusion back in those days, where it was warm in many ways

A child was lost in the crowd as he did shout

Voice that went further for his age, yet it couldn’t leave his cage

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Coffee in a Whiskey Glass

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As I sit here with coffee in a whiskey glass

Hoping for the time spent apart to roll and pass 

Hoping for my wait, the walk through a forest with smoking grass

Patriarchy, the man, running wild, for a prey, not in the distant mile 

Seek for a you, a version of you, maybe you

Their drools swamp the ground as I wait and search, yet not found 

This day you told me, you’d return 

Now it feels like a maybe, with that sun turn 

I sit awake at night, waiting for you to knock on the door 

I could find an island in your arms, poetry in your eyes and I sit here in pain hoping not for a lullaby 

It’s hard to numb the weight of my eyes, same feeling when I’m mesmerised 

Race to the door, please, as fast, as I sit here sipping my coffee in a whiskey glass

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Childhood Promises

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For it was yesterday when the garden was green and I could circle it, run wild 

There was a promise to keep that I had now ignored for a while 

My promise to grow old and weary, yet not let that child in me die of ghosts today, this world so eerie

Those days went when they said time to grow up; or hadn’t come yet 

Lay there on the same field of green where now it’s hay the cows are fed 

Getting bruised was a business i attended daily, scars so deep, now I get them rarely 

There was school where classes I could miss none, same sanctuary where they taught fun

Stood there I, a boy, with a broken toy, no place for joy, and now I coy

A gem to those roses I called, call friends, spoken sadly cause it all comes to an end 

Sanctuary there were so many to find, arms of a man, woman’s lap, a hand, and now grind 

Boy who stood by the hay, gay, rejoice, who had a choice, the boy who blurred into his toys 

Dressed me up as she did her doll, when my age she was, my fairy, my mother all, 

I lay beneath the ground now, for me, it hasn’t been long now, 

Suited like the man I hoped I become, suited now to be relaxed, as I am gone 

Covered me with dust in all that coffin rust, so long to you, for now I rest 

A promise I ignored to keep and in the end broken, best kinds are the ones which are not chosen 

For it was yesterday when the garden was green and I could circle it, run wild, it was yesterday when I was a child 

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Story of a killer

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A night of torment in his head, shattered dreams 

They resist, not let him under the stars sit 

Echoes through the house, door slams, he screams 

Father had a no to give with no words for mother, brother’s n sister’s room lit 

In the dark at night round, there was no light found 

Unfound the ray of hope, unfound the light that gives 

Father tried all, to help him let go, to pull him back down 

He sat through looking out his window with light blue, face lit, thinking of all moments with pals he couldn’t live 

Was it too cold at night before dawn or just feeling lone

Father hurt me, said no, said he 

Felt his slacks tighten with books on his laps prone

Window too high to jump and flee 

In that cold winter night with boots on his bedside 

All he thought of was that fight that father arose and mother Just knows 

Went to bed and couldn’t sleep he, yet slept frowned 

For a morning unlit and dark that just flows

With memories of hallways and galleries 

Slept on his bed decisive of his morning 

Cross with father and mother gentle 

His brother and sister lived in the house still 

                                                                                                                                 - Razi ul Hasnain

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...love you

                                                                                                                -James Douglas Morrison 

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Taken Memories

Oh light of lights, holy and divine

Give me back the state, my kingdom ruling

Holy one, let me be guided by your magnificent shine

Bring me to a vault of recipes to sacrifice my deeds and dine

When you chose a world for me, so clear ‘n’ so right

Why put me in misery when it can be all alright

Clarity is what I chase, when I chase the demons away

Fortunate and fine, fortune and fame, chasing memories all day

Let me land onto the Grass in the field where my house lay, where lay my home

Lie on the grass where I put my pillow lay and willow dome

Run back in those lanes covered, dark and shadowed

Those lanes of my memory to have my mother in blood and a gun full of load

Taken me away from home, taken me away for better and good

Can’t I run back to a place full of food and events so clean

Place where my fists clenched with my sister mean

Took away that land, that piece, peace, my pillow, accurate

Lead me to a place, my place , pace,  with things, my things immaculate