Kalash

Intoxicating is the place,

In the shadows of Hindukush

Where gods worship the human worth;

And define dignity of their land

The Kalash called.  The Kalash called

To show the colors of love,

Even in death, they  celebrate life.

Yes, they are the Kalash

But the dogma is exploiting their feebleness,

 Contaminating  their purity;

Distinguishing the light they spark;

Change, they had been forced to adopt

While still clinging on hope for survival
And for the world to hear their plea.

Wariness

those looks, those stares,
those mutterings;
all praise to the god! the divinity,
the chaos,
the turbulence,
 the intensity;
beleaguered faith,
helpless devotions,
schizophrenia,
you and I;
borderless, yet wary.



Zeeba T. Hashmi

Moon and Light

Of what is moon. an enigma created in  silver againt dark.
What is this moon, setting the waves higher in the sea
and riveting it to dance over  the clear reflection of waters.
where fairies meet.
But the sun  pleaded aganst the moon.
sun to God:"it steals my light,Sir"
Moon on trial: "but the little light i steal is no crime of mine, but only of  divinty's.
besides i am the one who provides light in the night when  peopl lose their way
besides, God, you  have made me beautiful,so why a soul would not write poetry
on me?, if this is not true, then why won't you object to two loving souls meet in broad daylight?
is this not sin of the sun to expose it while I hide and protect precious lives"
"Fornication, sire, fornication and he is promoting it,
it's a question of my morals and you have none.  give me back my light."
'sir, wiith my light gone, than what happens when in  daylight  reveals your hypocricy of your endorsed morals?
you'll die of heart attack, sire, please have mercy. don't dare "
The honorable Sire, looked confused.  it was the war of thier egos, truth was rarely known,  but deception was easier and would be wise to bring to people all the truth.
God: "Honesty as the monotony of the white  remains distinctive.  lIn dayliht, all colors  get submeged into  one  .  let go of your egos. let it go. let it go---you both can't survive without it."
both: "but we got inspired by your destructive and revengful punishments.  then why are you discouraing us? are we not all gods in our way?"
God got angry, took off his leather boots and gave a good thrashing to both moon and sun, for talking about divinity which  we can't talk about because it is what it is.
so,

Sun failed
moon prevailed
hypocrisy preserved
or
pure honesty made glorious
only in hiding.
Drunkeness is sinful.
because it brings out the true
core of the disguised
piety of a man.



Zeeba hashmi
26th June, 2012
Lahore

Light/Dark

Of what is moon. an enigma created in  silver againt dark.
What is this moon, setting the waves higher in the sea
and riveting it to dance over  the clear reflection of waters.
where fairies meet.

But the sun  pleaded aganst the moon.
sub:"it steals my light sir"
"but the little light i steal is no crime of mine, but only of  divinty's.
besides i am the one that provides light in the night when  peopl lose their way
besides, god has made me beautiful,so what soul would not write poetry
on mr?, if this is not true, then why don't tdon't you know about  loving souls meet in broad daylight?"
"Fornication, sire, fornication and he is promoting it,
it's a question of my morals and you have none.  give me back my light."
'sir, wiith my light gone, than what happens when in  daylight will  will reveal your hypocricy of your endorsed morals?
you'll die of heart attack, sire, please have mercy. don't "

The honorable sire, looked confused.  it was the war of thier egos, truth is rarely known, that moon shows is more significant in the  dar, while the rest remains hidden.



Zeeba T. Hashmi
26th June, 2012
Lahore

Man is a woman or a woman is cursed for her scorn?

Have you ever seen the drunkeness in a man's eye?
It's the rage of a woman wanrtng to unleash
the agony sublimed into a pet-talk of her non-existential screams
in a group of people  at a cocktail party.
yes, control, the constipation that is, or is it
the slut of a man protecting his ego the size of his penis?
it's a brawl.
A broken fist maybe, an open jaw perhaps, a disfigured face,
and the humiliattion.
is it really not a waman's misery you see in a man's eyes?
but sometimes this misplaced primitivity  defies
our hypocritic norms we endorse as our "logic".
what has a woman got to do with agression?
but the irony will be blamed on a woman alone;
forbidden, unacceptable, perhaps even psychotic.
if she is  compassion; a beating heart; a nurturing soul and tears of despeartation.
then what has a man really  got to do with it?



Zeeba T. Hashmi
25th June, 2012
Lahore

Comfort that was my hurt

Sympaties, the nurtured lie:
The illusion of comfort-the mockery it seems like truth:
but the smile it brings on the suspicious face:
it lacks courage of rage against the void called love;
or of a weeping soul:
or accepting the hurt of the longing never to realize.
or the touch of the heart waiting to be healed again.


Zeeba T. Hashmi
24th June, 2012
Lahore.

My Screams of Subtle Intensity

(From the mind of the one suffering from social schizophrenia)

I am, a superstitious atheist;

a deluded realist;

a passive activist;

a brave coward;

an honest hypocrite;

a conflicting pacifist;

I am gracefully humiliated;

injured with comfort;

tragically happy;

sadistically smiling;

and bitterly sweet

Oh pretensions!

i am, paradoxically simple

lunatically sane

and ambiguously pristine.

I am only what you want me to be.

Only that I am, what I am not.

Godless girls: As the egoistic god smirked at compassion

Godless girls: As the egoistic god smirked at compassion: God gave me a chalice of crimson wine, it tasted bitter. then God ordered white lillies to sweeten it. i drank because they had you...

As the egoistic god smirked at compassion

God gave me a chalice of crimson wine,

it tasted bitter.

then God ordered white lillies to sweeten it.

i drank because they had your name on each petal.

god laughed

"what shit, i thought it would still be bitter"

"I laughed too, a mystic with unreciprocated love,

every petal with my beloved's name makes it sweeter to me.

take your chisel back, i got what filled my void in me"

the angels laughed with god,

this is not what fate was supposed to be,

but what wanting of the heart could bring

 chaos to god's design of the wounding heart.

they felt threatened.

Spirits roam free, but with restlessness

abd people make no effort to keep them calm.

OH  wounded woman, when will you find calm?

You are the creature of love,

not patriarchal slave.

but why do we feel so disconnected still

when both we're suffering the same hurt

of longing?

Godless girls: Caress

Godless girls: Caress: moonlight come and make me glow in white. sunlight, make me blush in red. dusk, caress me in crimson and yellow. da...

Caress

moonlight

come and make me glow in white.

sunlight,

make me blush in red.

dusk,

caress me in crimson and yellow.

dawn, kiss me in shades of blue, and green.

make me alive.

make me radiant

for I too am an object

of your colors.

I inhibit,I absorb.

I, LOVE.