THE FRANTIC WORLD

Heinous Old Serpent 

spew out the world

we look at the map of  world

for a matter of that is not concern of mine

and I shall be asked,

why should I follow your fighting line

why should you drag us into war ?

Mortifying  it was and it is,

the nakedness of war, savagery of swords,

brutality of guns we experienced in the past,

the nightmare in our memory pushes us into panic

                The sanguinary of the bloody wars

                Tears of Bosnian widows,

                Corpses in Palestinian Soil,

                The Bloodbath in Algeria

                Blood spread soil of Kosovo,

                Blood-spattered mud in Kabul

Carcasses of Hiroshima and Nagasaki,

Dying kids in Iraq

All at last Earth says the chronicle end in dark

We look at the dying earth and says,

the wonderful calmness we like,

cement of confidence we like

Not marching against liberty

                But, are on foot behind liberty

We wish to avoid unlit sky

                We wish to avoid the earth to moan

We wish to avoid the sky shedding black tears

                We like the glittering sun and smiling moon

                We like the stars shining brightly in the sky

                We like the wind breathing slowly

We like gleeful earth and sky

                And we love hearts that makes earth happy           1/2

But, The heinous Old Serpent 

shoot out the world with weapons

                I shall be asked,

                looking at the map of world,

                Why should I follow your fighting line?

                Why should you drag me into war?

               

                                                -       AZAD

The Dreamy Night and Misty dawn

Thousands of eyes keep

Observing obey at dawn

Break light of obedience

Obeying all the day

A bed where seeds born

And grow so tall

To stand and look-upon

The elegant world

What is this light source

Startling the seeds within

To awaken me ?

I can see my dreams very clear

To the tiny stars I cry

The stars in the air

They glow like in your eyes

And I shoot them with bombs.

Touching a heart through

Soft waves of chimera lights

Enchanting night thoughts

Solar in clouds

In Northern skies a glowing

Streams of colored

Wisp of moss green mist

Spiral dark silhouette trees

Exude mystic light

The black and white memories

Running through the mist

So was I Cannot see the day break

The new dawn awaits

Awaits beside me once more

With the night dreams

Leaving me with an yelp cry.

                                           

HE IS ALONE

Each day that comes

he is alone

Never knowing that

Tomorrow will bring standing here

Just dying thinking of the sunset

And take my mind

And its pain

And embrace in its dark hand

What shall he do ??

What shall he  say ??

Left me with no helping hand

To make the days just go away

Although were over gone our ways

I can’t help him but feel like this

And each day that comes

he feel he is alone

he is stranded in an alienated world of injustice.

That Slave is Still Singing

We bow to our master
that he ask us to do every dawn
we kneeled in fron of him
as he wants us to do everyday
we bore beating on us
that he likes to beat us everyday
for his cocunut field he our sweat
for his sexual appetites
we pour the tears of our daughters
never we did any sin
never did slay any head
although do we get a day
a day wih grimace
a day with a grin
a day with an heart touch smile
with glittering sun
                      

21 CENTURY

Tears of love at a leisurely pace

day and night dribs from my eyes

                   Grin of sorrow make full my lips

          On every nightfall and daybreak

                  

Unnatural happenings of yesterday

          Makes my pacific mind a roaring beast

Anticipation of Today makes me impatient

          I told my heart, to beat loud and loud

Confusion feeds like a savage inside,

          Never knowing that tomorrow will bring standing here

Leaving nothing considered worthy remains
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone, exiled, different and disdain

The love of world gaunt into the flood of tears

Greenish shoots blazing on draught of war

Burning stomachs lying in the streets

          A mild joy and sorrow of my tears

          Makes my heart and mind fill with woe

          I told my tears to laugh and laugh

         

Hear draught of war from every corner

         I remember story of an idiot mouse 

         Like an idiot mouse excitement filled me with fear

         Nothing happened more than nothing happened

         Realizing becoming a mouse with an idiot look       

          I chuckled looking at idiot world  - Idiots all

                                                                     -AZAD

DESERT WIND

The Desert wind, wounding to the bone,,

Gently lifts the solitary of the desert

Sends its spiraling downwards to the road,

it joints all the other fallen sand

Lying there withering, dying, was one in air,

but now dull, brown as death claims slowly,

The blowing wind lifts his hair,

Sending a sigh from his neck to toes….

He sits on rock and look into the bleak horizon,

In its lackluster colors of sadness...

He bows his head, cupping his face with palms

Dried fingers biting into his cheeks

his thoughts, his mind turmoil,

his heart completely broken, shattered beyond repair,

He feels the warm tears on his fingers,

For its soothing, its comforting to finally cry..

His sobbing goes unheard,

all along in his own private hell,

Trying to feel himself free...

He is paying for the things he never done,

So when are going to stop breaking his heart..

I AM

I have two faces:
one looking forward with hope,
the other, behind, with regret.
Naturally, I am often trapped in the present,
and neither fore nor aft looks
particularly appealing.

Likewise, my colors are somewhat blessed with contrast.
The lighter tones are merely a paler gray
fluted with silver, over which shadows
of black and scarlet swirl tumultuously.
I carry both palettes tirelessly, knowing
I am blank, undefined, without them.

But who would treasure the portrait as a
whole? Fading skin and deadly eyes-

each necessary to enhance the other.
I can only wait and hope not to fade
overmuch with the passing of time.