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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Perceptions

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How do I look at you another way

I wish there existed another way

I’m far beyond to miss your mystic ways

Clinging onto not looking away

To see hope, life and happiness’ array

Perceive a way to see you, causes dismay 

The clock taught me a way, one way

Let’s try to see it anew, in your name

In circumstances 

Feels heavy while you promise fame

In challenges

A perception changed, in a while

If not, you make death smile

Maybe we’re not going to take it anymore 

We’re going to make it through this all

For here goes another of your wishes 

Here goes another need for life and it’s twitches 

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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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Summer Afternoon

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It was one late summer afternoon atop a mountain

I sat there with a mellow heart and a heavy mind 

My thoughts ran freely, inside out, my thoughts ran, of the general kind

Thoughts of times and seasons of all years

Thoughts with my childlike freedom and constrains

How gardens were as green as I lie on here 

How growing up was rocky like the mountain terrains 

I came close to you and clouds flew by

Realisations pierced my heart as there I lie

All this time, I came close to you yet you never felt it, none

The sun was strong, stranger than the city one

I wanted to feel warmer, and it was the perfect setup done,

The chill in the winds blew across my face, so disturbing, so cold and shrewd

All it made me realise, how similar it was to you

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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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Bound (thought)

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If I asked for a moment of your time, to just give a little piece of your mind to this thought, this image of how spectacular would it be for the world to be one single piece of land, I mean the one without those manufactured boundaries of countries?

Keep the same thought in your mind where it’s all alright without the tyrants separating the land, creating boundaries, keeping that in your mind, imagine all those wonders you can achieve. All those things you can do. Be limitless, but at the end of it, what stops you is just yourself with the idea of making boundaries for yourself, setting yourself in limits, even though there is no goal you can’t achieve. No target you can’t hit. No moments of life with impossibilities. All you need to do is be free, no boundaries. All you need to be for yourself, to let yourself be limitless, is to be a tyrant, your own tyrant, cause you can be.

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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

My Prayer

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My heaven their Lord only asset I can afford 

Be mine for as long you will for as long as you exist 

All my meaning lies within 

All that meaning that you have taken

Question, why do you exist why do We exist 

Question that needn’t be answered, a mark that is meaningless? 

Profanity succumbs, why use the word need

Do you need, do we need and do I need

What do I need 

It is absurd when I talk about my existence 

Question, why do I exist

Is there a purpose, is there my purpose in this bright sunlit world 

To my heaven, my existence I say 

Shine bright, shine as much as you can 

Shine and take me, the white blind light 

The light that is divine, the light bright and heavenly 

Take me to that white blind light 

And with it, take all my thoughts and show me how it’s like 

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Capturing A Blue Moon

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‘‘Twas an evening not too dull

A feeling so fulfilling, so null

Landscapes cover you all around

Thoughts provoking your head, thoughts profound

Take a walk by the path from your shelter

Seems winter, seems cold, is it winter?

Mile stretched to the mountain bliss

Returning with the same feeling, same mess

Conquering yourself in the terrain mountainous with no fears

Handpicked a location, scaled mountains, the Himalayas

Feeling fulfilling yet so null?

Became an evening, your evening dull

Turn to your brother, maybe to laugh at that goon

Turn back to an evening intended, an evening with the blue moon

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Tosh, Himachal Pradesh, India  

Life In A Tree

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Then you rest your head in the dark 

Feel the brush lines of the tree bark 

The tree in house garden you used to climb

Hang on the branches with dreams to grow tall and fine 

Run around in that garden no matter the sun, the fireball 

Play 7 tiles, blind man's bluff, and dodgeball 

When you run inside to have one of the mother's fresh limes

A leap to the sofa with the lemonade your mom made

Still, you sip on that with a piercing headache after wine 

Simpler days with fun, tv, and food to eat all the time 

Months ended with Sundays or family dinner nights

Months that end with weekdays and hangover sunlight

A tear in your eye as you pray to the Lord with belief and fear and faith 

Rewind a few years and your lord was the set of two, parenting, teaching and now gaining some weight 

The sunlight comes, you rub your eyes and see those tiny optical illusions 

Same were the ones when you questioned your humanness, your superpower delusions

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Windy Ways

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Then I walked across you swiftly as you noticed me

Touched your hand gently, as you felt the breeze 

Moving through seasons all I, I come by surprise 

Notice me you wouldn't, until you feel me move by

For your beautiful eyes can't see me

All that I do is just make them heavy 

Nature calls to me as it's own and nature is divine 

Valleys of mountains, trees and sea have seldom told 

And it is all a creation of art, art sublime 

Trails don't speak of me, they whisper and I mould

Travel across the alleys, alleys of the world whole 

That is what I do, and never of what I'm told 

Understand it now my sweet love, you're an obstruction in my move 

Understand, I always have a way to go

Love to make you dance, sing and groove 

Then You seek me in the summers and turn your back in the cold 

Remember when I walk swiftly, you notice me bold 

Remember as I make you feel good and fleek 

This is my time to go, they call me the wind, you can call me the breeze and there, there I just brushed your cheek 

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The Dawned Sun

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And as you sit there in the room with the fire well lit 

You sit in loneliness, blue, as your face outlines with the window moonlit 

Running thoughts in your mind, mind where imagination ran free 

How sitting there, you wish for rock and sand beneath your feet 

The night went out, the moon down and you just yawned 

How you felt blue and hopeless then, then when the sunlight just dawned 

For the sun was bad for the day of summer 

The day when winter came by, and clouds flew in forever 

Seasons passed and the day was reminisced over talks and fire 

It was when the day came again when feeling blue was at your gate

Things felt lost, of things lost and dire 

Stay at the place, at the fortress you wait 

''Twas then when the snatched moon from the sky was amiss 

Walking rounds in the compound, all blue, all happened innately, blue eyes she walked in 

Her eyes, eyes were an abyss 

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