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Sunday, April 9, 2017

Sporadic selfishness of Roses and Lilies

Sporadic selfishness of Roses and Lilies
A Poem by Faridoon Shahryar

My eyes are hungry to
Capture beautiful landscapes 
Maybe to wipe out 
The worrisome horrors
That were inadvertently 
Peddled non stop 
By the misplaced ideology 
And the intolerant liberals

Parched breath
That was sapped
Of all moisture,
Aided by the glorious 
Perfume of life 
Is once again 
Lusting for 
The roses and lilies 
That were always there 
But maybe I was 
More keen on 
The incorrigible stench,
The blame lies with me
And I accept my fault. 

Call it an escape 
Or a form of weakness
But I am clinging on 
To a ray of respite.
I am open to fighting 
Selflessly...Again!
But let me also enjoy 
My share of sporadic selfishness. 



Sunday, April 2, 2017

Ironical, but true....

It is ironical when several Muslims in India complain that the majority community is increasingly becoming less secular. The fact remains that most of these complainants can't think beyond their own 'community'. The question you need to ask is that why should only Hindus be secular? Why can't you look beyond your very myopic world view and be consciously more inclusive, more respectful of customs of other communities? The right wing is dominating the narrative in India. The fact is that their economic, cultural and educational policies are in tatters and hurting aam aadmi big time. They are taking advantage of divisions in the society to further their illiterate goals. Instead of looking at your fellow countrymen with suspicion, join hands and genuinely make efforts at nation building and make the divisive forces irrelevant and obsolete. It may seem like a bit filmy but definitely holds true...Don't ask what the Nation has done for you, ask yourself what have You done for the Nation !!

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

An Extraordinary Death

An Extraordinary Death
A poem by Faridoon Shahryar 

Pain is not new 
Others have felt it before
Pain will flower 
Even when you're not around;
It is time to make
The lie of life 
One hell of a ride.

The bloody trail,
A fictitious tale,
Salivating scavengers 
Feasting on rumour mongering 
Go out and have 
Your day in the sun,
Yes I am willing to die
If that pleases you,
But I will dance,
A happy dance 
Till the last breath,
Rob me of all my rights
But I bet you can't 
Rob me of happiness,
A golden smile,
As if nothing happened.

If death is my fate,
I refuse to die 
An ordinary death.
Come get me!

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Nile:In search of perfection

Nile: In search of perfection 
A poem by Faridoon Shahryar

Boat of time 
Rests easy,
Creases of ripples 
Play hide and seek
On a gentle face;
Grace balloons
In slow motion 
Sunlight nudges 
Optimistically;
Smoke oozes out,
Tepid clouds of fire
Spoil the magnificence,
If only I could douse it,
If only perfection could exist.

Provocative Illusion

Provocative illusion 
A poem by Faridoon Shahryar

Fear App 
Has been 
Forcibly installed 
As that's what is 
Relevant now;
The victim App
Is increasingly 
Less in vogue,
The job is almost done.
Smartphone of emotions,
A playground for change 
Menacing ringtone 
Blood on the keypad,
A digital nightmare,
A catastrophic daydream.
'Don't react'
Silence screams.
'Provocation is an illusion,
Don't react'.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

A Dove, escapes...

A Dove, escapes..
A poem by Faridoon Shahryar 

A dove has taken a flight
The chaotic river flows 
Amidst cacophonous turmoil, 
Determined not to look below
The noise will die down anyways
Sky of possibilities beckons
Graciously opening its arms
Away from forked friends 
And poisonous foes
The uncertainty, 
The hope, 
The falsehood 
Its all behind 
Far behind, 
Time to escape, 
Refuel, 
Clouds of make believe 
Seem like a
Safe refuge.

The New Normal

The New Normal
A Poem by Faridoon Shahryar 

The ants are insignificant 
They always were
Now a bit more
No, the elephants 
Aren't afraid, 
Old stories are irrelevant;
The animals are the same 
But their roles have changed 
This is what is being called as
The New Normal. 

Predators propagate 
'We don't prey, we protect'
The jungle believes them 
Fear of deluge 
Besieges the hapless 
Announcements are made
Blaming the warped atmosphere 
On a known enemy
The night of calamity strikes
In the veil of darkness 
A tragedy is endorsed
Predators prey mercilessly 
Morning finds them wearing 
The garb of protectors 
Jungle echoes gratitude
This is what is called as 
The New Normal. 

A bunch of fools
Raised their voices
For they knew 
The pattern of deceit, 
No one believed them 
They were labeled as 
'Mischief makers'
The rotten apples 
Buried their voices
In the graves of 
Petrified silence 
This is what is confirmed as 
The New Normal. 

Morning awakens me
With an acute pain, 
I am trying to figure out
My new role 
In the new order
For I am neither
Predator, pretentious protector
Nor a worthless fool
All I know is that I am scared of
The New Normal...