Real Face

One day when I was on my way to college. I happened to pass by a throng of people stuck around someone. I stopped, moved ahead and saw he was a wizard a mirror with. 

He was___"This mirror tells about the real faces" One by one, paying the fee, people
were being exposed by their real faces.

I saw one person moving toward the mirror, the mirror was.."You are a cheater with the
beguiling mind"

The second man moves in front of the mirror, "you are a hypocrite with a friendly mind "

The third person keeps his face to the mirror, "You are Obnoxious with pacifying mind"

Then a fourth person goes and stands in front of the mirror, "You are backbiter with a
sincerity coated mind"

To a fifth person mirror was, "You are Whimsical, showing yourself with the trusted mind"

A person was being exposed, "You are Wishy-washy showing yourself with a strong mind" 

To another man, "You are xenophobic portraying yourself with a social mind"

There was a row of large people one was called...
"You are bigot colouring yourself with a liberal mind"

Then I was called to stand in front of the mirror. 

With trembling body & sordid face I was being exposed,

"Zahid! you are damn dull, drab & loathsome full of mythical mind..!!"

Question

   

Some days ago seven donkeys were caught by Indian police.

They were actually arrested in a crime.

Locked up behind the bars.

I being a reporter asked police officer;

"Sir, what is their crime?"

Officer mustached, "They have eaten exorbitant pricey flowering

plants."..he replied.

Then I catechized,

"Sir, they are non-sense animals knowing nothing that is expensive what is cheap they ate that"

Yesterday. I got news,

Donkeys have released on bail.

But the question is there.

After eating costly flowering-plants have these donkeys become valuable pricey?

Have they become sensible now?

They were arrested to feel them repent, did they felt repent on their crime?

If you say yes then why they are called "donkeys" and not humans?

Question is to you and to the officer,

Muse..!!

Reliance

                                     Reliance

Drought unfurls in that year.
Sun used to dawn with cockcrow; 
Shining, blushing, annihilating small souls traveled to dusk.
Crops smashed,
Life in danger,
Not just people but animals too at the bank of the death.
No signs of rain,
Everyday Radio depressed as there was no rain forecast.
One-day all, including men, women, young and old, children
too mustered in a place.
They raised hands, eyes began to shed tears, prayed for a
long time but 'NO RAIN'.
I was also in that gathering.
Meanwhile, we saw a small boy holding umbrella was
approaching us.
All eyes turned to him, prayer stopped.
Silence prevailed.
The small boy entered in the gathering,
confident and outgoing.
I moved forward, asked;
"O My Dear Why are you keeping an umbrella with you?"
With a nasty glance, he replied;
"Your Reliance is weak.!!"
There was no answer, just embarrassment.

Viciousness vs Paradise!

                                   Viciousness vs Paradise!
Whimpering,
Sighing!
Crying with pain as every part of her fragile body was blotched
with non-healing bruise & cuts.
Uneasy just like a fish out of water.
Owing to having downcast feelings, was being disowned from her
captivating blonde hair.
Actually, she was living in the society of humbug & imbecile creature-human
but without humanity.
Waiting for good days had grown wrinkles on the twinkling face of one time.
I could hear her voice,
Asked, why are you weeping?
She told me to sit down,
"I was used to call Paradise,
Used to call carotid-artery of a country,
My breast used to feed children of both rival foes
& still, it's active.
Their crops & fruits grow by the milk*, getting out,
Millions of people used to visit here to watch my beauty,
Beauty, The matchless beauty! "....She replied.
I interfered, so what's the problem now?
She stared at me & muttered;
"Are you benighted?
I'm being looted by Non-Muslims, the Indian army.
My daughters, your Muslim sisters are being raped,
My sons & your brothers are being killed as they want
justice and independence,
There is a funeral in my lawn on a daily basis!
Bones vacant,
Filled with an incendiary mixture.
I die daily seeing gun fires & lattice charge on my sons &
daughter.
I was feeling v.sad.
She kept on telling about brutality examined upon her in the last 70yrs & then questioned;
"Is there any Muslim alive?
Mehmood to help his sisters?
To save the Carotid Artery of Pak?
To save my beauty, charming?
To save me & my children? awhh(sigh)"
For Allah the Lord's sake please help me, she requested me & the Muslims elsewhere.
Then I told that UNO has passed resolution soon there will be happiness.
I'm a student, becoming a doctor how can I help?
But I again noticed her, The Kashmir valley frustrated.
I kept her hand in my hand to give her courage.
"So, what can do Zahid for you?"....I asked.
She passed a comment;
"Nothing,But to write a short-story....!!!"

Dark Pitch

                      Dark Pitch

Poor Muslims were being killed.

Not merely killed but slaughtered like animals.

Syria had lost over 600 lives including blooming fortunes, young & the old.

Over 200 were waiting for mortality I think because of the postponement of death.

As a News Reporter, I reached Syria to record brutality & raise voice against.

Devastated houses, crumpled bodies & collapsed were spread all around.

Some left because of luck from the harms of bombs & bullets, injured, were dying with hunger.

I was capturing all the heartbreaking scenes in the camera.

When I reached a blighted house, a small girl with a plate of smelly potato rice was eating.

She was too busy perhaps she had not received food for the last three days.

Her mouth was full of blood blotches, perhaps her father & mother were dumped in that building.

Eyes full of tears.

I wanted to capture her photo.

When I moved ahead I was shocked seeing that she was raising her own loaf to me.

She was sharing her meal with me.

I assumed she was taking me as hunger as she herself.

With trembling body & embarrassment I sat down with her.

Then my head bent down in shy, the numbness.

I felt she was questioning the whole world;

" O Humans Of The World Where Is Your Humanity?"

" O Ambassadors Of The Peace Where Is Peace..!!!"

Lost Lamps

Lost Lamps

Wanted to be maverick__

Eras, full of solitude...

Heart pretends, ways to weep

If I were not someone else,

Surely_____ruined,

The creature needs merely tales,

Heart--mad heart, wished a lot,

Now seeks to be a part,

Lost desires_lost myself,

"slow foggy lamp lost its light"

Uttering Poison!

                                       Uttering Poison!

Clock ticking breaking the silence.

Hot cup of coffee.

Stretched legs on the table.

I accrued my thoughts at one brink,I remember that december night.

How harsh are the words?

Harsh-yea harsh more than to jostle.

Harsh-yea harsh more than to shamble.

Harsh-yea harsh more than to homicide.

Harsh-yea harsh more than the death of ravenous.

Harsh-yea harsh more than to vilify.

Harsh than to bear atrocity of wicked opulent.

Owing to being garrulous we don't care of our words.

We censure.

We tirade.

We blemish.

I don't know any to mollify but those who do vilify.

I then kept silent,my pen stopped to write bitter words.

Silent for a long time...

I heard a voice in cacophony,

"Indeed words ruin one, not death..!!"

Scary Life!

That was downhill sadness.
My depression was increasing with the daylight decrease.
I put a tech with a centuries-old, dry & wired tree.
Howls in, rustling leaves, birds chirping and coming back to their nestles.
A crow, I think depressed like me, was sitting on the dried up branch indulged in its thoughts.
I don't know about what crow was grieved & sad.
" what is this life?
Full of grieves?
Just thorns?
Do I quit my job, spiritual values & my life?"...I asked myself.
No answer.
Thought so long.
Meanwhile, a branch of the old tree bent down, gave me a tip for encouragement & went back.
"How harsh is this life, purpose?"...I again questioned myself.
At this time I noticed a fresh drop of tears,
falling down & then absorbed in the water-less soil.
I raised my eyes upside.
"Life is the same for centuries, nothing changed just
there is replacement of animals, beasts, buildings & human
beings my dear!".....A tree full of its eyes with tears
replied to my Q.
I could hear its slowly sound.
The tree was too old & with centuries experience so I agreed.
Further, I heard a story from it," Every year many disappointed young men came here to save themselves from anxieties & sorrows of this world of fame. Problems, almost of one way & my rocky hand always bent down to encourage them."
Crow was too observing all this, understood the life and flew away.
"I want to say Goodbye to life"..I sang grief & lasted.
The old tree filled a sigh."NO...No....Not at all".....I was able to hear the old tree.
"Life is for you my moon, be brave my young. Listen! Life is for you, spend this life knowing not how it is, otherwise life will send you my blooming fortune.!"
My hubby tied.
"Four eyes were shedding tears, Two real & Two fabricated."

That Sparrow!

                                     That Sparrow!

There is a pomegranate tree in the lawn of my house.
It takes pomegranate fruits in the season.
Parrots,sparrows & squirrels used to visit & relish its fruits.
I imparted it to soil to grow I remember some years ago when I was child.
Last summer,
One day a beautiful small sparrow visited,plucked the
fortune ,touched the fruit relished & flew away.
Sparrow made it routine hereinafter.
It started to build a small nest by one bough of pomegranate tree having
a dream to lay the eggs & grow the children .
It used to bring stray daily one by one ,collect ,settle and design the nest.
Some days after when nest was near to accomplishment,It put a
glance at the nest.
I was able to analyse how the soothe & pleased it was.
At afternoon wind blew and It took the shape of horrible storm.
Some moments were enough to wreck the nest.
Storm reaching its peak stopped.
Sparrow seeing the nest, was dumbfound as nest was smashed.
Sitting on the wall, heartfelt & with woebegone mood
was weeping silently.
I was noticing the scenes,
My heart melted,felt pity on this poor sparrow.
Voice,the silent voice prevailed I could hear that
voice;
"zahid! look at the dismantling & the dying dreams,!!"

Dream Dies

She, a little soul was fabricating a small housing with sand 
on the beach.
That was last Nov-Dec I remember, I visited.
There was the news for the storm's arrival.
Police-men were forcing people to leave the beach and go back.
But, she was indulged in that.
"I think it's enough my darling, leave it as there is a storm!"...
 I shouted at her in a lovely manner.
"storms don't come there in Karachi,
no danger for my small handy made sand house" ..she passed a comment.
She was a self-assured and out-going small girl.
Meanwhile, a wave moving forward smashed her beautiful small house.
Seeing her dumbfound, my eyes began to shed tears, lips whispered;

"To devastate sandy-castles no need of storms, just one wave is enough.!!

Life is to spend,spend it otherwise you will be spent by her.!!