The city is hushed with fear lurking over its walls;
the hearts as silent as forgotten tombs of the old
But this April morning gives a promising smile;
good times are coming, just be patient and bold
A Promising Smile in the East
Streets with No Name
Within the black heart of this cruel old city,
are thousands of streets, dark and unnamed
Neither any claim to fame nor any beauty;
there are no secrets nor history claimed
Green Tara and the Man Who was Lost – A Short Opera
The man was tired of walking for long in the cold desert. The sand was almost silver and stung his feet with the chill from last night. An equally tired grey sun failed to warm the sand grains. And then when he had almost lost hope, Green Tara suddenly appeared out of thin air.
The man fell to his knees, joined his hands in supplication and addressed the goddess:
‘O Green Tara, the tear drop of Avalokiteshvara;
have mercy on me for I have sought you for long
You are the goddess of all those who are lost;
and I have lost myself, correct me if I am wrong’
A morning is of no use if its not beautiful
Chaos Rules the Horizon
‘What do you see when you watch the evening sky?’
The old man inside me asked with a slight smile
‘Do you see the bellies of the clouds pregnant with darkness;
Or do you see the smile of the bright silver lining?’
Conflicts, Paradoxes and Absurdities
I am aware I am walking the right path;
I am sure I have lost my way forever
I am aware there is a God in heavens;
I am sure I have lost my faith however
Conflicts rage between me and myself;
contradictions, both stupid and clever
Children of a Lesser God
The future of this country does not exist in either religion or politics. It exists within the eyes of the children roaming its thousands of nameless streets. How we treat them and how we ensure a better, safe and bright future for them, is how we can build up our country. Long Live Pakistan!
The Worshippers of Eternal Doom
It is not only the nobly moral captains,
who choose to go down with their ships
Some see their doom but follow it still;
with a cold heart and a smile on their lips
You and Me, Us and Them
Each one of us, you and me and even them all;
we walk many paths, different yet much alike
We laugh and we cry and we love and we hate;
we smile many smiles, different yet much alike
The Tribe of the Wretched Failures
