Beast poem

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Circles of dirt and pollution around,

Silhouetted by filthiness of comrades around,

Each is sitting in there,  devouring pan cakes,

A cake stuffed with bladder worms.

Their seems myriad of gobbled head,

Humping like  Eichornia in the marshes,

And spreading the coats of miniature,

Unseen sticky leeches sucking their soul.

And swarps of beetles and musca

Sticking around, smell so pungent,

That even  sulphide of hydrogens

Shaming under the garb of the mind.

Appearing, as it’s   the reflection, the lights seems aghast,.

Alas, These feral’s blathering dissonant blabber, mocks and shrewdness , got deluge in their own schemes,
Their words of bereaving souls infested themselves with their own frenzied paranoia,

 

And  the beast lies, littering and casting and blowing the aurora of black tars, is still residing.

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Cast away,  this,

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1.

Treading the path

Glee,jolly along with its fire

But stumbled across

Deluged wall, a demean

An oasis of hope.

Dessicating the elixers,

With each mighty approach.

2.

Floundering in the flood of dismay,

A caricature  demure,

Pushing towards the sanity

Deputising , soothing , harmonizing.

Became the ‘driving force.’

3.

Alas , vaporizing each day

Unable to solve the mind’s equation

Felled into the trench of frivolity

Vapour vanished ultimately.

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A dried solitary leaf. (Poem) 

Time and again it reminded, 

When it was the bud, 

Belonging to the twig of its colony. 

 Flurrying  to its glory,  

Growing to its full laminar stage,

With all its stipulary stagnate, 

All the shines it absorbed, 

and burn itself to produce the chimes,

To the world of callous mortals.  

Eating, enjoying and merry making, 

Forgot to give its ‘ customary mandate’ , 

To the leaf jarring from the twig



 Tis now a solitary leaf falling from the twig, 

Trampled by everyone’s feet...

 

  It reminded,  the once glory 

A Lush green sparkling story 

Where fruits of life grows 

Thud thudding the evergreen floor, 

And our children looked and aimed, 

With the catapult’s stones. 

Now withered to Grey, 

As the tears falling away it felled,  

Covered the grass with the blood 

Crimsoned in scarlet red. 

Yes, the leaf, without its rumbling, 

Waiting for the apologies

Lies lifeless without the eulogies. 



  yes!!, It’s a  solitary leaf falling from the twig 

Trampled by everyone’s feet…  
 

 

Never have I  given a thought, 

Does my life like it’s similitude? 

Where once I started afresh 

Felt all the warmth and love 

Now,   I got  jolted by  calumny affairs, 

Removed from the umbilicus pool, 

Trampled by everyone’s feet 

As I lost my own instinct.

As a dried fallen solitary leaf,

Fallen from a twig, 

Trampled by everyone’s feet… 

(I wish to continue it.)

I hope you like…. My dear readers. 

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Aquib. Keep smiling.

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The path ii

Things said and done 

We are not together, not one

My path is different from common ones

Dulcet scribbles in a cascade’s shun, 

Had to digest, else, can cause constipation. 

Words facades in your intuition 

’cause your living in a  glitzy mansion, 

That fetters your trepidation 

And cause you to slip in your hullicination. 

Remember a contumacious rejection 

Will cause the harm of the salvation. 

Don’t flounder in a flood of confusion. 

The signs for the path is casting till horizon, 

Don’t ignore and be in transgressing unison. 

Things said and done 

Are we still together or one? 


Aquib Khan

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Don’t sweat the small stuffs Gals and guys sweat it for bigger stuffs.

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The Cliff. 

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Looked far away from where I was standing among the crowds, saw a giant cliff and wore a shroud.

Moved ahead in the gloomy nights all alone, watching dogs barking, shrieking noises of the dragon flies. 

Walked and walked as the sun shines and crowds moved in quagmire of life. 

I saw drooped vertebrae longing for sons and daughters with faces looking above and counting their days. 

I saw grown-up of zygotes bewildering their roots of once umblicused soul with their mouth. 

I saw evil faces, shining the dark radiance, and joining their frivolous fane. 

I walked alone among the friends, once I stood for their antsy minds, now refused to remain. 

I continued walking over and over, and saw until my eyes didn’t take. 

I sat beneath the oak tree, and lacmyral drops the Brine from the sclera  of the mind. 

I did not want to tell my friends but my mind cannot hold the burden of the mortal mights.

The time still ticks in the dead dials and I moved, ’cause I don’t have time. 

I moved and moved through the flim flam and the  glitzy walls, through the trampling and through the pickets of wars, through relegated soul and through the materialistic ensnared soul. 

Let me move, for the beloved stood there watching me blanched and sulled in the horrors of the world with a insidious smile, I moved for they don’t know the line, for they sundered the ratification made. 

Let me move away from your humanoid  feral and beasts, for them the reprisals await. 

Let me move, let move I am near the cliff ‘s jag, I took a step watching behind and left all my stakes, I saw with my close gardens of rivers flowing beneath, I smile ethereal lyrics as I vanish away. 

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Long ago, in a distant land, a boy lived in a hut with him lived his mom.

He told his little sister, “be strong and when I will scathe the sea and with it bring the Garland of pearls you yearn for” . 

Their life went on with the tyrinical ruler and his father died fighting against. The fire for vengeance remains kindled, in him,  supreme. 

(to be continued) 

Lost ‘me’ 

Fiery eyed, passion and raging blood.

Since when I lost myself in the dunes of smudgy cruxes.

Oh, see the time’s tyranny, haha!! , trampling me to extreme.

Robbed time to solve the jig saw of typifying broken-mirror,

In each I saw a forlorn me.

My institutions,

Tirading, jolting, giving me the electrifying shock.

                    Conspicuous web of dilemma hovering me,

The love,  the anchor is weak withering me,

Turning me to a vacuous vegabound,

The gossamer me shaking.

Me,  bereft of ‘me’.  

Comeback ‘me’!! …

Oh God of universe!  return me the ‘me’  that I meant to be with.

Entwining,   eventually with the ‘lost me’.  

 

Hey my dear readers before you get worried  about me (if you care).,Alhamdulillah I am fine. Just feeling bogged. Dunno why?

This poem just turned out like this, hope you like it.

Any thoughts,  suggestions and advice  please do comment will appreciate it a lot. 

Aquib

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Here I am. 

#life #poem. 




I took my pen to write, 

and wrote till my blood spur out, 

Only because I have a pen

Just a pen for a moor. 

Mightier than the sword

I transformed, get on my horse, 

Fought valiantly till my soul come out. 

Blood stained on my paper, 

Tell some tale in a crooked fragments, 

Life sadness and people are transient. 

Has a withering tenant. 

I saw an individual walking yesterday 

Lies in the earth sleeping today. 


Why do my friends waste tears? 

Your problems, sadness, I swear, 

Certain, is that,  it would wash away

Don’t be afraid, for loses, You share, 

I might bore the same. 

Come smile with me each day

I am a wanderer, bore not, the usual trend 

I write not for accolades

But to connect and make friends. 

Come along, 

Let’s climb the mountains, 

Swim the depth of the sea. 

Know that, what you knew not. 

Appreciate the wonders and Signs,  

Which is as calming  as smile.  

The sun swims and sets apparently, 

The moon tread so vehemently,  

The stars at night embellish 

Come dear sail, and relish. 

This is for appreciation for all my readers, you all are my friends,  (whether you have subscribed me or not, for eg one of those who aren’t on WordPress)  keep smiling, keep the grind on, and don’t sweat the small stuffs, you got any problems 

Remember 

Main hoon na. 

Aquib Khan. 


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Life’s game

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Life twist

Life takes so many odd turns that it becomes incomprehensible.We did not realize the aftermath of the decisions we take,   always have a constant thinking that the ‘get going’ would be smooth without any hurdles.

Contrary to our assumptions and planning a  volcano like things erupt that destroy the mood and elixir of our undertakings ,life becomes a mesh and looks like a difficult maze where the exit is no where.

Life’s game.

Do we have a feeling of bed of roses?

Life is full of thorns without poises.

What is it takes to live!!!  its not just breaths and beats, 

Amalgamate hardship and many such things. 

 

Some do have blinkers on

Do not have time and scope to see them all

 they enjoin within the glitzy humdrums and pleasures

They succumb to Leechiness 

And aloof from life’s treasure.

 

Bards numbers do linger

Life is not eternal but declensional

It’s definitely significant and beneficent.

We must value it for it has a next life

To prosper and grow and be steadfast in light.

We have the questions to be answered

For a day is waiting and moment to come

Have we ever pondered over the wrongs we have done?

( to be continued…. )

(A  poem from my coffer, Phoenix’d ).

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Aquib.