What is more important?

Protection of sentiments or protection of lives?

Freedom of thought or freedom to kill?

The teaser or the teased?

Rationality or insanity?

Hate or compassion?

Love of God, or bloody barbarity?

If I can see it through, then why can’t you?

Zeeba T. Hashmi

28^th September, 2012

Lahore.

An Innocent Muslim

Things bring me to dance at your idiocy.

Not really, that’s blasphemy.

 let’s rob a bank, smash a car

And kill a person or two.

Such intensity is  in my love,

Yet I defy mysticism.

And I abhor human love too.

But,

Let’s make the guy richer now

For making a film

exposing our innocence

To the world.

Which was unnecessary

I must say this irony is not in your essence

But it is just me, proudly following

In whatever direction your bloody innocent

Mob takes me.

And you can see a smile on my face,

But what the hell am I really doing?

I have no idea.

They just  tell me it is Ishq e Rasool

And so I believe, it is such.

Zeeba T. Hashmi

Islamabad

21^st September, 2012.

Tyranny

So I relate, a story of my tyranny
and obtrusive onslaught of my closed heart,
a beating heart---alive still,
waiting for its break from
the shallowness of the mind
confiscating my sanity for the want
of an answer
to something I never dared  question;
but this has remained my reluctant learning.

I have become  stone
Indeed I had suffered
In my blind faith.

My Pain  ensued with the want
to dream and die in them,
so never might I face
it growing into another reality of
disillusionment.

Hostile became my soul to my self,
Tearing it between  conscience
Cruel exasperation.
Fits, never  rationalized
In my most primitive rage against
Time that reached me there.

My world, my cruel world.
I see you now detestable
You took away all the hope from me
Amidst all the madness
You defined me with.

Zeeba T. Hashmi

14th September, 2012
Lahore