Here I Stand Naked

Here I stand naked
Bereft,

Of truth,honesty,modesty!

Here I stand naked
Bereft 
Of  belief,religiosity,spirit!

Here I stand naked,
Bereft,

Of  clothes that covered my soul,

In treachery, injustice, fake virtuosity!

Here I stand in the rain of  falseness
As it  falls ferociusly in the jungle of my random thoughts!

Falseness,
Fake personal opinions, thoughts with no bounds!

Thoughts with no morality,life or modesty!

Here I stand Naked,

In front of my God,

On the Day of Judgement!

Barren Land

Nobody visits here anymore!
Where are the joys gone?
Nobody wants to laugh and run in the sunshine.
Where have the holidays gone?
O free world laugh again for the freedom of your nation
Laugh again for happiness' sake and donot kill your joys,
Do not be a kill joy for others.
May freedom, democracy and first right be your guiding light,
This Christmas and always!

Old Photographs

 Sifting through a pile of dusty old photographs
A high wave of memories fills my giddy head
Drowning my frail body in the water of memories,seas of reminences.
All my life now an album,
A swift film of sequences,episodes,
Instances of importance,
Some small, yet  non-erasable.
Friends young,old and precious
All gone,now only a memory.
 I sift through them
 I see my life unfold
Graduation, professional life.
What I did and what I did not.
Success, excitement, achievement
Regret,loss and repentance,
All drowned in the sands of time,
Lost in strength and their intensity.
All emotions,
Love ,hate,joy and sorrow,
 Intense then,
Sublime now.
Ah how memories come back rushing
A life well lived,
Life's only purpose,
Living.
 Now just a memory.
As I write my poems,
I will pass on to my child, my memories,
Through these photographs!

That Child In Me

Oh dear I am running along slimy banks,

In my nintendo,cyber world,eating worms,jelly fish,

All made of my mom"s favorite chocolate recipe!



Here comes a monster or is it my sister?

Here comes a teacher or is it my father?I run and run fast along the slimy banks,

Swishing mud,grub,slime all over,somebody's clothes,somebody's face,

I run,run and run!

Brecht-revisited;The Caucasian Chalk Circle.

The judge says evidently Hi- Tang is not the mother 0f the child she did not come forward to draw the child out of the circle.Here I am thinking, How difficult it is to do certain actions ,manouver situations to one"s own advantage! with our teenaged children,with our estranged spouses,with our jilting lovers.Is it so simple to claim love,respect,achieve fulfilment in love,relationship?Hai-tang says:I supplicate you,Honored Sir,to calm your wrath.If I cannot claim my son without dislocating his arm or bruising his baby flesh,I would rather perish under the blows than make the least effort to take him out of the circle.
The judge says:A sage of old once said:what man can hide what he really is? Behold the power of the Chalk Circle! in order to sieze inheritance,Mrs.Ma has raised a young child that is not her own.But the Chalk Circle augustly brought out the truth and the falsehood.Mrs Ma has an engaing exterior but her heart is corrupt.The true mother Hai-Tang is at last recognised.
Again I am thinking about appearances; what we appear ,are we really that? Can people be judged by their appearances.So many times we are decieved.Are we really able to see or show goodness of our souls to other people?people usually register whatever they want to according to their needs,perceptions.We cannot influence any one,maybe only upto a certain extent.Then there is the power of tools or supports of judgement.that may help us reach a certain conclusion.Is judgement really fair? it is so difficult ro reach the truth.Only to an extent!

Caucasian Chalk Circle(Brecht -revisited)

Characters -I imagine my own actors doing this.The setting is a dilapidated house in a not so very remote corner of the troubled NWFP in Pakistan.Old man,peasant women,young peasant,a very young worker,Old man(on the left,the other one was on right.)Peasant woman(on the left,the other was on the right.)Agriculturist Kato ,Girl tractorist .Other characters I will enumerate later on otherwise you will get bored,Eh? Note on the locale;The action of the play centers on Nuka,a town in Azerbaijan.Here comes in my imagination.Can I imagine this town in NWFP.People are so different,not physically,tall or short,fair thin or fat,eyes usually light brown,blue,green,you name it and the colours are there,generally the same type of physique but not the nature .But then nature may be the same way,but can humans differ?.Why cannot I imagine a guy in Azerbaijan to be the same as that in NWFP? well then!the capital referred to is not Baku,but Tulis,the capital of Georgia.Now then is a Georgian different from an NWFPian?I wonder.There are some similarities,nature too!Ah then! Stalin was a Georgian. Was he like a Georgian? Are all georgians like Stalin? tough question to answer.
Yhe play begins...
The judge;Officer,fetch a piece of chalk.You will trace below the bench a circle,in the cenre of which oyu will place teh child.Then you will order the two women to wait,each of them at opposite sides of the circle.When teh rael mother takes hold of him,it will be easy for the child to come outside the circle.But the pretended mother cannot lead him out.
(The officer traces a circle with the chalk and motions th Child to stand in teh centre of it.mra MA takes the child"s hand and leads him out of the circle.HAI TANG fails to contend with her.)

English Journalists(satirical)

Oh these English journalists with their English so purr-fact,writing articles;so well researched,FORMULATED,AUTHENTICATED,so well RE-searched! I could almost die under the weightous burden,bow in allegiance,for giving us almost BIBLICAL FACTS on
Life or how to lead it or how to mess it.On how to survive days weeks without cat dog food,toad or even spider food,share lice and lies,how to buy houses,flats or other abodes,dilapidated but oh so CHIC,ugly but oh so fashionable,Upclass but oh so YOB!
Eat the right food,head or other parts,
In favorite resturants,by the river,Advertised Spots,How to make Money ,honestly and otherwiseJunk food ,honestly and otherwise
Puns on Foreignors ,honestly and otherwise,a hotchpotch of FACTS about RACIAL RITES(OOPS)Riots honestly and otherwise! Ooh these ENGLISH JOURNALISTS,with medals on their chests,KNIGHTS IN SHINIG ARMOUR,HONEST OR OTHERWISE