Author Archives: Shehryar Khawar
دردمند بھنورا – لاہور کا انوکھا سیریل کلر
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میرا نام رضا خان ہے. آج سے کچھ سال قبل میں پنجاب پولیس میں ایس پی کے عہدے پر تعینات تھا، لیکن آج میں کوٹ لکھپت جیل کی بیرک نمبر ٢١١ میں، قتل کے جرم میں عمر قید بھگت رہا ہوں. یہ کہانی میری بھی ہے اور دردمند بھنورے کی بھی؛ بھنورا جو کہ لاہور میں رہنے والا ایک انوکھا سیریل کلر تھا
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Song of Lilith
Before Eve, before obedience, there was Lilith—and she asked why.
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O’ Lilith, our one mother, and the equal,
was it really you?
Upon the flowers of Eden,
the very first drops of dew?
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You were created out of wet earth,
the very first man’s very first mate
You were his equal, you were his partner;
a companion to him, his destiny, his fate
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It was you who took his side,
and it was you who reasoned
It was you who protested the submission,
the Devil’s shrewdness was so seasoned
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But then you were made a demon,
a vile and dark entity
But then you were made the fiend,
and you lost your real identity
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Were you really corrupt at some level?
Or did you have a rotten soul?
Is it because you are the logic,
which defies all faith and Adam’ role?
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Is this because you realized the concept,
or is this because you disobeyed God?
Or is it because you understood Him,
seeing religion as the original fraud?
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O’ Lilith, I think it was really you,
our only mother and the equal
You could be our grand salvation,
perhaps, the only chance we knew
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You gave birth to reason;
you did not birth us, perhaps
And you gave birth to justice,
reason and justice, victims of our lapse
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We have inherited your wisdom,
though we do not carry your genes
Let it lead to understanding the purpose,
let it become the fundamental means
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O’ Lilith, our one mother, and the equal,
was it really you?
Upon the flowers of Eden,
the very first drops of dew?
Virtue is a Demon
Virtue is evil because it makes us worse than a whore, and transforms us into stinking carcasses.
A scathing, repetitive-structure poem systematically dismantling the concept of virtue as it’s weaponized by the religious and self-righteous.
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Virtue is a demon, and virtue is a fraud,
which we claim and raise, in the name of God
We become wizards and weave our evil magic,
while the multitudes stand dumbstruck and awed
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Virtue is a deep, dark ditch in a forsaken moor,
dug through prayers, so sincere and so pure
We become the actors, the conmen, and the scammers,
our holy rituals, always so clear and so very sure
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Virtue is a carnival, carried on wheels,
it’s all just fanfare; the audience bows and kneels
The bearded and the holy, enchant the wild crowds,
swearing countless vows upon unbroken seals
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Virtue is a storm that bends the strongest elms,
the strength of all the armies, it just overwhelms
It’s blown on the horns and beaten on the drums,
it takes over people and even some realms
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Virtue is victorious; it’s the symbol of power,
just all lies and deceits, proclaimed from a tower
We surrender, and we submit, to its great splendor,
while our souls lose their sweetness, and turn all sour
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Virtue is a sin, of a scale so vast and chartless,
which makes us all blind and totally heartless
It makes us feel so lofty, so pure, and so grand,
in actual, we are cruel and just a stinking carcass
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Virtue is a demon that corrupts our very core,
it makes us so arrogant and worse than a whore
Virtue is a demon, which laughs at our fall,
exploiting our greed, it makes us really crawl
Shehryar khawar 