STATIC MIND

SCHEEMING GIRL (a poem)

I have run!
Never to come back
Into the scornful camp
Which I never see
A hideous camp like.

Deceiving innocent mind.
Love in eyes,
Hatred in mind.
Ironic is the line.
Of the 16th century poet:
"Young men's love then lies
Not truly in their hearts
But in their eyes."
Young ladies' love lies
Into their eyes not in mind!

One takes one a dull
About the hidden plot
Or the inner thought?
Is she psychopath
Or antithesis of that?

Adieu for now!
Oh! My deceiving friend.
The tiger that clothes
In an ewe-like skin;
I'm vigilant for your disguise.

I ran away,
The way a rabbit
Runs into the lurking hole.
That knows its death comes
When by seeing a marauding wolf.

Now safety met me per se.
I would rather die
Than to go back
Where the deception lies,
And again I say bye!

MY RELIGION (a poem)

Some believe fully in you,
Others deny you more,
As illusion and tyranny,
Many embrace you more
As saviour of humanity
From the crises of modernity.

Could I be wrong or right?
What could be worse than
Denying your true self?
What could be more abysmal than
Disregarding your worth.

Without you, no more peace nor mercy,
Nor affability, secirity or affection.

Truly, without you, astray all we'll be,
The symbol of equity you stand,
Prosperity, blessings you all bring.

I wonder why they discard you,
Or are their eyes blindfolded to veracity,
Or, their eardrums barred to the truth,
Or may be undesirable whims shut their hearts?

I can't say but either of those fiends.
Life beauty is seen in you,
Ideal society, I understand, is you.
Oh my champion you act vigorously,
The stationary and dynamic role.

Actually you guide folks:
Jinns and men you glow,
Peace, love, and purity you dispense.
Aversion, violence and terrorism you excoriate,
Hush! You are but peaceful peace.
Your antithesis are other things.

Embracing you is a garden field,
Rejecting you is nothing but catastrophic burning hell.

THE OLD WAY (a poem)

The old way is now back,
Like a long time missing beloved.
The new way is deformed
By denying its vital chore.

The old way has just
Repented and reformed,
Saying: "by-gone is by-gone."
And seeking my hand in vow.

The new way now decided
To give its light to bastards,
Whose light already faded;
And whose aim is orgasm.

The old way is more
Beautiful, erudite and charming;
Knowledgeable, cultured and refined.
Its beauty, wow! Till you sight.

Blurring is the new path,
As its light faded for rogues.
And now ruining to death.
By those rascals and junks.

Oh! My old way, be calm.
Your apology is welcomed.
I'll renew you from ruin,
And rename you to new.

A NEW WAY (a poem)

Two years in love but to no avail,
As though in love with corpse in morgue.
No accord nor approval or appease,
Leaving me on the zenith of torture.

Trouble I was in those years,
For the love of the ulterior maiden.
Pondered, puzzled, insecure I became;
Shrinkage I shrunk like a frail old bat.

Brain turmoil, traumatic travails and apathy
In me on every visit she paid to my mind.
Poor grades like E for "rake" then obstacles.
Were only the scores I earned.

Lectures mine mostly I denied,
But hers covertly I proffered.
Jeers, scorns, sarcasms and all feminine jargons;
Were (only) her palatable comments on me.

Coun not sleepless nights I bore,
That in vain and irksome they were.
But now all pains I've recovered
From the catastrophe to prestigious pleasure.

Gigantic lesson I have learnt,
Pity or sympathy she lacks.
Mine thought now is no more on her,
Mobile I'm like unchained captive.

Oh! Yesterday and the day before yesterday,
Praises onto you for the vacuity you left.
In my heart new "path" now I have
That brightens and gladdens my soul.

Now free I'm from pains and woes
That in eternal joy I shall sustain!
For my new found free-way is filled with light,
That glitters like a diamond watch.

A SCENTED CHICORY BLOSSOM (a poem)

Oh! Delicate petal so attractive you're my energiser.
In poems and rhymes you deserve more than a stanza.

Innocent, slender, beautiful and extravaganza.
Your love is my cure from influenza.

For you my heart flusters and wanders,
What shoud I be without you, my heart ponders.

Your scent spreads the world around,
Your smiles set me on a merry-go-round.

You're in my mind from morning till dawn.
Your presence makes me feel like a king and crown.

Oh! Babe, let's spend this life as a leisure.
Morrow, we spend the life of eternity in joy and pleasure.

Oh! Babe, I'm on my knees asking you for a merger.
Because my love for you can't have a measure.

SACRILIGIOUS (a poem)

Fancy me his life,
He lives and dies,
But returning in vain.
He hates religious
Loving sacrilegious.

When we talk of moral
Then he talks of vices,
When we talk of sanity,
He then talks of vanity,
Amoral indeed he is.

When talking of rascality,
He hails and cheers,
Enjoying the scenery.
But the reverse is true
When talking on religion.

Repent on your acts
For you may attain mercy,
Pardon and delightful access
To where everyone needs;
Please, change for good!