dots and circles

dots and circles

magnify and see
dots chasing
each other
to form a line
with a beginning
and an end
magnify the dots
and see a circle
with no beginning
or an end

#tpoem
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the conundrum

 the conundrum

if all secrets
are revealed
o beloved
raison d'être
will vanish

#tpoem
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raaz

 raaz

ger sub raaz
ho jaiN
ayaaN tou
jan e munn
kya faida
jeenay ka


#tpoem
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qayamat

qayamat

jub aasar e qayamat
aatay haiN
youN nazar
         phir
sudharnay ki
sudhharnay ki 
kaavish kaun karay
            kyuN karay

#tpoem
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unbeknownst

 unbeknownst

bloated egos
deflated
stranded
knowing not
the air left

#tpoem
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whither renaissance?

 whither renaissance?

in the distant past
leaders in medicine
astronomy, philosophy
today reduced to bickering
         about edicts
as they conquer skies
        we pray

#tpoem
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thanksgiving iv

thanksgiving iv

humara kya hay
her sub'h khulti hay jab aankh
shukar baja laatay haiN
laikin aaj kay din
yeh souch ker afsurda hota hooN
woh baichary indigenous indians
turkey aur bakray
ji haaN bakray
oonka kya qusoor
woh kyuN shareek nahiN haiN

#tpoem
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the living tell lies

 the living tell lies

the living tell lies
the dead write lies
later exposed
     by scholars
animals
    do not lie

#tpoem
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the living tell lies birds soar, cows regurgitate meteors frolick #tpoem

Infinite NB @aamanlamba

Haiku 21 The dead tell no lies, And neither do sky nor stone, They hold fast and long.

jaam e jum

 jaam e jum

dekha jaam e jum maiN
kaal bhee aaj ki tarah
log peecha karaiNgay
muskurahti hu'ee
oos truck ki batti ko

#tpoem
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humari riwayat

 humari riwayat

woh aayega
    nahiN aayega
ger aabhee gaya
ya nahiN bhee aaya
hay ik baat pukki
    truck ki batti
peecha choRaygee
nahiN, maan lo!

#tpoem
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وہ جو نہ آنے والا ہے نا اس سے مجھ کو مطلب تھا
آنے والوں سے کیا مطلب آتے ہیں آتے ہوں گے

جون ایلیا

ghaRiouN ki baataiN

 ghaRiouN ki baataiN

ghaRi ghaRi ki hee haiN yeh sub baataiN
ghaRi dou ghaRi ki nahiN yeh baataiN
woh beeti ghaRi, beeta waq't, woh baataiN
lay doobay gi sub ghaRiouN ki baataiN


#tpoem
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Ali Minai

@barbarikon

بیٹھے بٹھاۓ اچانک ایک شعر وارد ہوا اے شبِ ہجر کی ویرانئ جانکاہ بتا توشۂ عمر میں اب باقی ہیں گھڑیاں کتنی شعر کے مآخذ بھی کیسے عجیب ہوتے ہیں ۔۔

qissay e pareena

 qissay e pareena

sonay ka war'q
gumgushta maazi per

ghairoN kay
aur apnoN kay liyay
ik faraib e musalsal

haal say na maazi say
na mutmaeen khood say

phir poochtay ho
ab kya hoga

#tpoem
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jala

jala

makRi ka jala
khoobsurat shikanja
shikar kay liyay
aur zehni jala
ik bhoolbhulaiyaN
laita hay khood ko
apnay hee hisar maiN

#tpoem
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cobwebs

 cobwebs

spider's cobweb
work of art
captures prey
mental cobweb
a labyrinth
that preys on the self

#tpoem
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painting a song

 painting a song

let us paint a song
   of tolerance
      and harmony
on the azure sky
as our canvas and
with restrained strokes
frolicking between clouds
paint a song
   of tolerance
      and harmony  
for all the world
to join us in unison
 
#tpoem
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* UNESCO International Day for Tolerance.

@sheilabenson
Wish I could sing ...

unpoet (from Poessay Rosary 34)

  Unpoet

I

'Me wrinkled, malang...'
says the unpoet.
'You, my shadow come to life...'
says the Dadi.
'You narcissistic, must...'
says the Shehzadi.
Others echo,
'maatoob, masloob, mazroob,
mutasarrif, muhtaraz, mudhosh,
maghroor, mafroor, mutshaer...'*

II

(overheard)
chalo, jo hay
jaisa bhee hay
behtar hee hay.
laikin karaiN kya
khalish-e-dil ka.

The expectations
of the palpable heart --
wishes without parallel
or were they laments?
To which the unpoet gestures
with finger to lips
in the age-old refrain.
'Me...no, no, no
am not unique
it is them
they are so similar
how can you fault me?'

III

The differences
apparent
age and gender
mores and manners.
And the similarities
binding one-ness
in hatred and intolerance.
When the cosmisage
fails the unpoet
is that unique?
Is being drowned
in an abundance of love
unique?
Is the need to absorb
love unlimited
unique?
Is the urge
to spread love around
unique?
Or is it a syndrome
to be tested, cataloged?
The unpoet
unique, sick,
different, but not indifferent.

IV

Gard-e-rah youN
libadah bun jati hay
ameer kya faqeer
mard kya zun
bahay jatay haiN
sub zair-e-asur
ik anjani taqat kay
Kya hu'a gar
rah-e-safar maiN
fi sabeel
kuch pyar hee
pila daiN hum?
LabouN ki khushk
pappRRiyouN ko
ashkouN ki nami say
koi seraab karday
ya palkouN maiN chanakhtay
tashakkur ki booNdouN say
pyas apni bhee bujha kar
karvaan say phir ja milaiN?
Kaisa kusoor tha
kaisi khalish thee
kay youN salib per
chaRRha daitay haiN log?

As the unpoet looks around
everything is eerily similar
save the disparate reflections
of a fang, a snag or a thorn.
__________________

*malang: sannyasi, wandering ascetic
must: inebriated with wine or love
maa'toob: one who is blamed
mas'loob: one who has been crucified
maz'roob: one who has been hurt
mutasar'rif: one who occupies
muh'taraz: one who is careful/cautious
mud'hosh: one who is inebriated
magh'roor: one who is proud
maf'roor: one who got away
mut'shaer: one who pretends to be a poet

unpoet (from Poessay Rosary 34)

 Unpoet

I

'Me wrinkled, malang...'
says the unpoet.
'You, my shadow come to life...'
says the Dadi.
'You narcissistic, must...'
says the Shehzadi.
Others echo,
'maatoob, masloob, mazroob,
mutasarrif, muhtaraz, mudhosh,
maghroor, mafroor, mutshaer...'*

II

(overheard)
chalo, jo hay
jaisa bhee hay
behtar hee hay.
laikin karaiN kya
khalish-e-dil ka.

The expectations
of the palpable heart --
wishes without parallel
or were they laments?
To which the unpoet gestures
with finger to lips
in the age-old refrain.
'Me...no, no, no
am not unique
it is them
they are so similar
how can you fault me?'

III

The differences
apparent
age and gender
mores and manners.
And the similarities
binding one-ness
in hatred and intolerance.
When the cosmisage
fails the unpoet
is that unique?
Is being drowned
in an abundance of love
unique?
Is the need to absorb
love unlimited
unique?
Is the urge
to spread love around
unique?
Or is it a syndrome
to be tested, cataloged?
The unpoet
unique, sick,
different, but not indifferent.

IV

Gard-e-rah youN
libadah bun jati hay
ameer kya faqeer
mard kya zun
bahay jatay haiN
sub zair-e-asur
ik anjani taqat kay
Kya hu'a gar
rah-e-safar maiN
fi sabeel
kuch pyar hee
pila daiN hum?
LabouN ki khushk
pappRRiyouN ko
ashkouN ki nami say
koi seraab karday
ya palkouN maiN chanakhtay
tashakkur ki booNdouN say
pyas apni bhee bujha kar
karvaan say phir ja milaiN?
Kaisa kusoor tha
kaisi khalish thee
kay youN salib per
chaRRha daitay haiN log?

As the unpoet looks around
everything is eerily similar
save the disparate reflections
of a fang, a snag or a thorn.
__________________

*malang: sannyasi, wandering ascetic
must: inebriated with wine or love
maa'toob: one who is blamed
mas'loob: one who has been crucified
maz'roob: one who has been hurt
mutasar'rif: one who occupies
muh'taraz: one who is careful/cautious
mud'hosh: one who is inebriated
magh'roor: one who is proud
maf'roor: one who got away
mut'shaer: one who pretends to be a poet

nadaan aur nadim

 nadaan aur nadim

oonki her junmbish ko
maani daitay haiN
hudd tou yeh hay
ghairoN aur ajnabiouN
ki bhee her baat per
lay aatay haiN eemaan

sud afsos
hum nadaan haiN
aur nadim bhee nahiN

#tpoem
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another colour wheel

another colour wheel

black friday
white christmas
fiery fall
green summer
crimson wars
yellow souls
glowing children
eight billion
permutations

#tpoem
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sublime

sublime

rumi
ghalib
noon  meem
t s e
jon elia
shakespeare
and many more
divine
others
playing
catching up

#tpoem
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O tempora! O mores!

 O tempora! O mores!

nosce te ipsum
i do
     dilemma
you do not
the chasm
     navigable
needs a sprinkling of
empathy
stirred with tolerance
O tempora! O mores!

#tpoem
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'what me worry?'

 'what me worry?'

there was life
before this cyber rendezvous 
there would be life
after this self-immolation
alfred e newman
said it best
'what me worry?'

#tpoem
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what is wrong with humans?

 what is wrong with humans?

i could write a doctoral thesis
but why waste bandwidth?
why not a poem
so......what is wrong......
pretty  much everything
prototype (sorry adam n eve)
dna
preponderance
of testosterone 

and selfishness

#tpoem
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@sheilabenson
What is wrong with Humans? Is greed all there is 

tales

 tales

forlorn tales
flimsy tales
foretold 
forgotten
forsaken

#tpoem
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the colour wheel

 the colour wheel

in the MIC* playbook
ordained it is
    the biennial
        tug of war
between blue and red
would be meaningless
    for the black
        and the browns

*military-industrial-complex

#tpoem
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prayers on wings

 prayers on wings

prayers for peace
eradicating intolerance
and fanaticism
fervently flooding
the war rooms
conference rooms
living rooms and
           bedrooms too

#tpoem
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@sheilabenson

daylight saving time

 daylight saving time

how easy it is
to move the clock
    back an hour
wish with the same ease
we could move back
    a year
        or a decade
when life was
simple and peaceful

#tpoem
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videos ki bharmaar

 videos ki bharmaar

yeh video ho
ya woh video ho
ab forensic
ki tamanna
kaun karay
kyuN karay

#tpoem
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مرنے کی دعائیں کیوں مانگوں جینے کی تمنا کون کرے

یہ دنیا ہو یا وہ دنیا اب خواہش دنیا کون کرے
معین احسن جذبی

autumn

 autumn

rustling leaves
on this walk
reminded  me
of past autumn walks
when hope
was exuberant
and in abundance
today it is still
very much there
but less ebullient
oh the times!

#tpoem
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pagal deewana

 pagal deewana

pagal tou aap bhee haiN
pagal tou hum bhee haiN
deewanay aap bhee haiN
deewanay hum bhee haiN
far'q hay mehaz itna
oonser is pagalpun
aur deewanapun ka
hay ish'q aur shau'q
b'juz iskay hum bhee
strait-jacket maiN hotay

#tpoem
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@Shiringul 

foggy outfield

 foggy outfield

occasionally
even the foggy outfield
appears intriguing
even if momentarily

#tpoem
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life, liberty, and justice

 life, liberty, and justice

water finds its level
falls over every head
   as does snow,
     moon and sunshine
but life, liberty, and justice
    are hemispheric
        discriminative
           and selective

#tpoem
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