We The Living….


Stand up & mourn to the anthem of life…


As the flag of sham…hoists in the air of defiance….


And HE is born…the bearer…the savior ….my Warrior

Now that I have have no further that I look beyond & not behind….

The mind chaos atlast learnt what symphony is all about….& the heart sang a choir again.....


And together we sang through the massacres of life….where I recollect someone saying that a death of a man is a tragedy & mass death a statistics....


We sat together one more time on the heap of the inanimate…singing about the faceless mob……


Where deceit & love shared the same bed & appeared to be twin souls…..


Where the grass of life shone with dew & the grass of death swayed in smoke…. & shared the same promise as they both shared a joint....


Liberation & Chains made love…..


And together we drank from each other

Drunken Sage....

The intake of spirit made him sublime again….

Making love right there to his undying spirit as he drowned himself in the flooding lights of the amphitheatre

The fugitive dwarfs haunted no more….The callous past …. a passionate lover

That’s where I belong in the world of expansion & unison…without the spirit just a carcass…& that’s what I hate

A rocking chair…a cup of coffee… liberation of the present from the ancient ruins…buss that’s it

The spirit made me seamless again…

The opaque smog on Mohammedali road was almost choking the biped species on earth…
The loudspeaker just finished the Azaan…. & Zumzum Daseer rolled his pathani sleeves up as his strong arms needed to be active….his clean,strong yet creative hands had always created order. The talisman resting on his chest was glowing & enhancing his stature which looked imperfect without his Jinaah cap.
Greetings all across as he took his stride…but somehow the legs experienced fatigue now…was it the heat or his wrinkles….anyways the Sena guys had to be spoken to before it was too late.
The unfamiliar faces grew in number & the Sena office seemed never so far….the school fees had to be paid…he had promised ….& the dilapidated wall to be mend…the alms were arranged…the sound of Azaan grew louder…but it had just finished….an ethereal aroma filled him….it was Ka’ba his roots….a drop which was sent had to return back…he never felt so much of peace as the holy water stretched her arms for union…he looked like a child in his mother’s arms….he was drenched now…in love…in Zumzum.

This post is a tribute to a divine soul who lived for others & created a Ka’ba wherever he went….We miss you on earth…..

Mermaid Fry....

You can cut her in pieces....the uneven the better...

There can be deep cuts....harsh ones & gentle ones

You can marinate them in the salinity of her eyes...will be tastier

The heart can be minced or diced....

Preferred deep fry....

Served best with INDIFFERENCE.