Hell Is A Creature

Where is the next one
Who can get close to this fire
Without being burned?

They are so few

This mind was destined
For this shell

But they do not fit
They do not match
The ones that match

Leave

How many ways
Are there to leave?
My jihad is to choose

Life

Someone told me once
Be a ghazi
They are leaving too

The rock stays
On the shore

Watching

Waves dance away
Sparkling in the sun
Fire made this rock
Fire is this soul

Where is the next one
Who can get close to this fire
Without being burned?

Promised Food

If Hell is alive and hungry
If Hell was promised food
It means that some of us were
Never destined to be good
We are the ‘holy cows’
Destined for the fire
If the sin we’re burdened with
Before we are born: Desire
How is it fair to roast the soul
Who was made to go there and pay the toll?
I would rather serve in paradise
If I could do so well
But if my destiny is written
Why can’t I rule in Hell?
Whips and chains already bound me
Human demons already found me
Heartless hunters hurt my heart
But I only played my ‘part’
If everything was written
On the universe’s scroll
If Love is evil I am smitten
How fair is it to roast my soul?
Born with a twisted mind
Comdemned before I took a breath
To the sum total Life gave me
To Live before the ‘Death’
If words alone could make me feel reborn
Then why I am still torn?
I said those words enough to know
Enough to show……….

If Hell is alive and hungry
If Hell was promised food
It means that some of us were
Never destined to be good
We are the ‘holy cows’
Destined for the fire
If the sin we’re burdened with
Before we are born: Desire

With Half Blind Eyes

A wedding party
Hands covered with mehndi
Goes on somewhere
Burial of someone loved
Birth
Somewhere near a stream
Two lovers forget the world
Hold hands in the dark
Hearts beating fast
Unseen … Tonight a very old man
Cries alone in a strange room
Pretending he is not sad
For visitors
Today a child
Stole a mango from a barrel
In a marketplace somewhere
She eats it with hungry teeth
Furtive eyes
Alone
Somewhere people dance
Lights flash brightly
Whirling smiles flash
Makeup runs with sweat
A trophy
None of them knows
Any of the others
Alone in crowds or corners dark
Each sees ‘self’ only
All we can ever see
With half blind eyes
Creation