when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime.
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. wiki leaks, google maps, g.mails, the Xbox play and i.phone
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. we all tweet, the news and thoughts, sitting in cozy office and a coffee
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. the bails outs, the stock markets and the emergency meetings
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. it will spin on its axis, same markets of iraq and karachi, & afghans
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. Same complains conspiracies theories and blame game
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. Constructions, accusations, malls and shopping festivals
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime. Traffic jams, blackberry messaging, office reporting and bills
when the world wakes up tomorrow, nothing will change, not a dime.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
That book fair it was..
That book fair it was
Where I met books
From east and from west,
Books with faces,
Books with emotions
Books that tell tales
Book that laughs aloud
That book fair it was
Meeting people
Meeting thoughts
Meeting hands
Meeting eyes
Some smiling
Some searching
That book fair it was
Thoughts lost in thoughts
Minds lost in minds
Searching nothing but books
Turning pages, noting books
Asking favorites, asking prices
Carrying in hands, purse or trolleys
That book fair it was
Releasing books, releasing thoughts
Infecting thoughts, moving thoughts
Reflecting thought, evolving thoughts
Spreading thoughts, encouraging thoughts
Sitting thought moving thoughts
Thoughts on shelves, thoughts in hands
Thoughts by seeing, reading and writing
That book fair it was..
Thought, created, wrote and bounded words
Year to year, architect*, wrote the words
Wishing his people to read and write
Something likes of Him, from Him
Encouraged His nation and other alike
His was ‘For Love of the written Word’
He created a fair of all the fairs
That book fair it was.
* H.H. Sheikh Dr Sultan Bin Mohammed Al Qasimi –
(Cultural Architect)
From east and from west,
Books with faces,
Books with emotions
Books that tell tales
Book that laughs aloud
That book fair it was
Meeting people
Meeting thoughts
Meeting hands
Meeting eyes
Some smiling
Some searching
That book fair it was
Thoughts lost in thoughts
Minds lost in minds
Searching nothing but books
Turning pages, noting books
Asking favorites, asking prices
Carrying in hands, purse or trolleys
That book fair it was
Releasing books, releasing thoughts
Infecting thoughts, moving thoughts
Reflecting thought, evolving thoughts
Spreading thoughts, encouraging thoughts
Sitting thought moving thoughts
Thoughts on shelves, thoughts in hands
Thoughts by seeing, reading and writing
That book fair it was..
Thought, created, wrote and bounded words
Year to year, architect*, wrote the words
Wishing his people to read and write
Something likes of Him, from Him
Encouraged His nation and other alike
His was ‘For Love of the written Word’
He created a fair of all the fairs
That book fair it was.
* H.H. Sheikh Dr Sultan Bin Mohammed Al Qasimi –
(Cultural Architect)
We meet again..
We meet again..
Lets try meeting
Beyond politics and
Beyond money, somewhere
Its more spiritual,
A little more calm
Talks of piety, of
Benefit to us and others
Some talk of ghazali
Some talk of rumi
Into stars of hawking
Into cup of Ghalib
Some iqbal with ‘Jawab’
Some sultan with culture
Into books of enlightment
Into lanes of creative arts
Let there be some chai,
Let there be some briyani
Into the atmosphere
Of hunger of mind and body
Lets meet under stars
Lets meet on seas,
Ask few questing
Answer few more
And keep some for
Other days, when
We meet again..
Lets try meeting
Beyond politics and
Beyond money, somewhere
Its more spiritual,
A little more calm
Talks of piety, of
Benefit to us and others
Some talk of ghazali
Some talk of rumi
Into stars of hawking
Into cup of Ghalib
Some iqbal with ‘Jawab’
Some sultan with culture
Into books of enlightment
Into lanes of creative arts
Let there be some chai,
Let there be some briyani
Into the atmosphere
Of hunger of mind and body
Lets meet under stars
Lets meet on seas,
Ask few questing
Answer few more
And keep some for
Other days, when
We meet again..
Saturday, October 30, 2010
I feel the Love of Written Word
I feel; the love of written word
I feel; the pulse of writing pen
I feel; the beats of thinking heart
i feel the words of thinking mind
I feel; the echo of spoken words
I feel; the call of shelved book
i feel; the need to ink the pages
i feel; to color the blank canvas
i feel; the urge to write more..
dedicaed to ShjIntlBookFair
Thanks to all presert at writers workshop #shjibf
I feel; the pulse of writing pen
I feel; the beats of thinking heart
i feel the words of thinking mind
I feel; the echo of spoken words
I feel; the call of shelved book
i feel; the need to ink the pages
i feel; to color the blank canvas
i feel; the urge to write more..
dedicaed to ShjIntlBookFair
Thanks to all presert at writers workshop #shjibf
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
a friend, a partner
Little memories, little moments
I had spend , sitting beside
Diving her, from home
And back, to office
That I miss a friend a partner
Some times in silence
Some times listening
Sometime in sleep
Drive past in my car
That I miss a friend a partner
Dress in tees, or in
Traditional Indian cloths
Style of modern but
A culturally rooted she is
That I miss a friend a partner
Mostly surrounded by
Troubles, yet blessed
To be out of them too
Have a cute little angle
That I miss a friend a partner
Little naughty, little angry
Little caring, little carefree
Likes jellies, likes briyani
Favorite is maroon, likes
Black too. Smiles and laughs
That I miss a friend a partner
Oh! She, I recall, and think
For the reason of simplicity
May be little caring or may be
That I miss a friend, partner..
Missing I sprinkle fragrance
Form her drawer I take chi
Pink bottle of her memories
The way she seem to smell
The way, I recall her.
That I miss a friend a partner
20.10.2010
I had spend , sitting beside
Diving her, from home
And back, to office
That I miss a friend a partner
Some times in silence
Some times listening
Sometime in sleep
Drive past in my car
That I miss a friend a partner
Dress in tees, or in
Traditional Indian cloths
Style of modern but
A culturally rooted she is
That I miss a friend a partner
Mostly surrounded by
Troubles, yet blessed
To be out of them too
Have a cute little angle
That I miss a friend a partner
Little naughty, little angry
Little caring, little carefree
Likes jellies, likes briyani
Favorite is maroon, likes
Black too. Smiles and laughs
That I miss a friend a partner
Oh! She, I recall, and think
For the reason of simplicity
May be little caring or may be
That I miss a friend, partner..
Missing I sprinkle fragrance
Form her drawer I take chi
Pink bottle of her memories
The way she seem to smell
The way, I recall her.
That I miss a friend a partner
20.10.2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Close, He is
Echo – Reprise
Close, He is
I have heard
and read
thousand times
Close, He is
I have prayed
And felt
Thousand times
Close, He is
I have cried
And Bowed
Thousand times
Close, He is
I have praised,
Duas granted
Thousand times
La ila ha Illa Allah!!!
Close, He is
The Mercy i got
My Raheem
My Mustafa
Close, He is
The glad tiding I got
My Basheer
My Mustafa
Close, He is
The Healing I got
My shafi
My Mustafa
Close, He is
The guardian I got
My Hafiz
My Mustafa
Illa Muhammad Rasoolallah
Close, He is
I have heard
and read
thousand times
Close, He is
I have prayed
And felt
Thousand times
Close, He is
I have cried
And Bowed
Thousand times
Close, He is
I have praised,
Duas granted
Thousand times
La ila ha Illa Allah!!!
Close, He is
The Mercy i got
My Raheem
My Mustafa
Close, He is
The glad tiding I got
My Basheer
My Mustafa
Close, He is
The Healing I got
My shafi
My Mustafa
Close, He is
The guardian I got
My Hafiz
My Mustafa
Illa Muhammad Rasoolallah
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Students
Students
Wake to new dawn
Live a another day
Students
Just the other day
Another suicide
News so common
I feel the pain,
So meek is their will
So fast they give up
Even animals don’t
Who and why fear
The fear of failure
When the world
Was created in hope
We hear he/she
Committed suicide
Most of the case
Is just fear
Students
wake up!
Ur the future not
The pale hopeless
Your parents, siblings
Your teachers, your friends
Your community, country
Rest on your shoulder
Take a breath to live
Be a sign of better tomorrow
Think positive and live
Another day
For God is with the trials
And
Helps who help themselves
Students
Arise and rise above fear
Marks and grades are
But the beginning of race
Like the counting before race
Race starts once collage finishes
Once you attain the literacy
You are the hope of all
Students
Rise above the criticism
For even the gold is burnet in fire
Then how came purity be know
Students
Rise above the comparison
And run like a race horse
It does not see the sides
It sees it destination
Like the arrow be swift
Like the river be agile
Like the wind spread
Like the eagle sour high
Brave the fear
Stop the insanity
Suicide is not the answer
It remains the question for ever
What the parents lack?
What the education lack?
What the teacher’s lack?
What the faith lack?
What you lack?
And none can answer
Students
Arise above and face the fear
Forge your own destiny
Ride the storm and tell the world
You are the future..
For know that
Students don’t have
Race, religion, color or age
A student is just
A student!
---------------------------------
a message to Indian Students.
Wake to new dawn
Live a another day
Students
Just the other day
Another suicide
News so common
I feel the pain,
So meek is their will
So fast they give up
Even animals don’t
Who and why fear
The fear of failure
When the world
Was created in hope
We hear he/she
Committed suicide
Most of the case
Is just fear
Students
wake up!
Ur the future not
The pale hopeless
Your parents, siblings
Your teachers, your friends
Your community, country
Rest on your shoulder
Take a breath to live
Be a sign of better tomorrow
Think positive and live
Another day
For God is with the trials
And
Helps who help themselves
Students
Arise and rise above fear
Marks and grades are
But the beginning of race
Like the counting before race
Race starts once collage finishes
Once you attain the literacy
You are the hope of all
Students
Rise above the criticism
For even the gold is burnet in fire
Then how came purity be know
Students
Rise above the comparison
And run like a race horse
It does not see the sides
It sees it destination
Like the arrow be swift
Like the river be agile
Like the wind spread
Like the eagle sour high
Brave the fear
Stop the insanity
Suicide is not the answer
It remains the question for ever
What the parents lack?
What the education lack?
What the teacher’s lack?
What the faith lack?
What you lack?
And none can answer
Students
Arise above and face the fear
Forge your own destiny
Ride the storm and tell the world
You are the future..
For know that
Students don’t have
Race, religion, color or age
A student is just
A student!
---------------------------------
a message to Indian Students.
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