Ode To Phoenix

For poetry I was past my prime,

Would take months to find a rhyme,

My fire was out, wit decayed,

Everything was about to fade,

When my heart once said,

Let's throw the faulty pen,

Came an angel and fixed 

And fashioned the canvas

For the scene again,

Like a goblet of wine,

Gold-medal rose like design,

Having a peculiar majestic whim,

And the sweetest exquisite fragrance,

With dazzling, thornless shine 

And princessly decorum in chin,

 My kingdom of heart found a fruitful hour,

To reconcile thee as a motive power,

Fire rekindled poetry pouring,

Mind lightened spirit soaring,

My flame, my rhyme, my moonlight

My grande dame, my graceful might.

My Imaginary Phoenix

🧅♨️

*Onion Fumes*

Random Thoughts

Why and when should you believe that your true you is the dark you?

 If you feel pleasure in saying No without consuming the option of saying Yes, you need a psychiatric evaluation.

A Patwari is a depraved self-constipated individual who feels demoralized in shitting out the old pernicious idea despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary. 

Random Thoughts

Religion spurs humility and mercy. Those in the pulpit turn it into arrogance and slaughter.

You cannot love once you have loved. You can only masquerade.

The Wailing Wind from Peshawar

Sitting in the bus jolting in fog 
Thinking about the sweet departed souls,
About the sojourn of unblossomed buds perfected
Ravished
By those with veins carrying pus infected,
On the day that already carried
From 70 ies some deep bruises varied.

About the doom that hastened

And the gloom that fashioned,

About the books that cried, 

And the ink that died,

I can still hear them ;

Listen, listen to the lilies that moan; 

Feel the clank of trigger in the hands 

Of one with heart of stone,

The thud of bullet piercing

The green and white uniform.

About the veins, touched only by the lips of mothers,

Collapsing and unfurling,

In blood storm and smothered, opened

Like the fist of sleeping child,

With wrenching pain for a while;

Did they have their pens as arms of slaughter?

Or Ma'am Tahira a goblin's daughter?

For what fault their blood was splattered?

Could evil be more announced?

Could trauma be more pronounced?

About the wretched, the murderers wretched

May hell be their abode

Atrocious misery their mode,

And please make it perpetual my Lord;

May fetid be their smell,

Even to hell offensive their shell,

May to the acts of such depravity

Match thy miseries and woes' gravity;

And each suffering unspeakable

Fill thy every filthy cavity.

About the patrons and bros of dead Pharaohs,

And their roguish stinking shadows,

I hope their cheeks yearn for smile,

For now united are all ranks and files,

None will get any space,

Nor their bloody steps any place,

Run you will from hill to hill,

Won't now you hide your filthy face,

Remain you will under-siege,

No matter you are black, white or beige;

Clad in war, not peace we come,

Make your choice you all or some,

Shave your face or change your name,

Plant yourself or make a hasty run,

Invoke your klepy or orcs or trolls,

For God we pray to is not your one,

You sure will pay for each flower you uproot,

No friend, no fiend shall bear u a fruit.

About the day of pain which can't be unlived,

Though by sculpting courage collective,

And refusing to wed with fear destructive,

Lets infuse the dreams of fallen angels,

Into our hearts, brains and muscles

Into our skin, nail, hair and even hair tangles,

Lets adorn a future free from a sigh,

A future lifting even the heart of God High.

"PITY THE NATION" BY JUSTICE ASIF SAEED KHOSA

Pity the nation that achieves nationhood in the name of a religion

but pays little heed to truth, righteousness and accountability

which are the essence of every religion.

Pity the nation that proclaims democracy as its polity

but restricts it to queuing up for casting of ballots only

and discourages democratic values.

Pity the nation that measures honour with success

and respect with authority,

that despises sublime and cherishes mundane,

that treats a criminal as a hero and considers civility as weakness

and that deems a sage a fool and venerates the wicked.

Pity the nation that adopts a Constitution

but allows political interests to outweigh constitutional diktat.

Pity the nation that demands justice for all

but is agitated when justice hurts its political loyalty.

Pity the nation whose servants treat their solemn oaths

as nothing more than a formality before entering upon an office.

Pity the nation that elects a leader as a redeemer

but expects him to bend every law to favour his benefactors.

Pity the nation whose leaders seek martyrdom

through disobeying the law

than giving sacrifices for the glory of law

and who see no shame in crime.

Pity the nation that is led by those

who laugh at the law

little realizing that the law shall have the last laugh.

Pity the nation that launches a movement for rule of law

but cries foul when the law is applied against its bigwig,

that reads judicial verdicts through political glasses

and that permits skills of advocacy to be practised

more vigorously outside the courtroom than inside.

Pity the nation that punishes its weak and poor

but is shy of bringing its high and mighty to book.

Pity the nation that clamours for equality before law

but has selective justice close to its heart.

Pity the nation that thinks from its heart

and not from its head.

Indeed, pity the nation

that does not discern villainy from nobility.

There r two Camps; choose urs..

There are two camps; the God camp and the no-God camp. Pitfalls lie in both camps. It is the innate humanity that makes a difference whether one is religious or otherwise. Triumphant are those who purify and ennoble their humanity and dignify their character. The secularists may have their own motivation but a definite vantage for a religious mind is the understanding that he is ultimately answerable to the creator for his deeds and that his wrongdoings will have repercussions. But right there looms a pitfall of acting like God forgetting that all, irrespective of creed, color or race, are from a single pair of male and female. The path of piety and godliness goes from humanity. Bypassing that is indeed a cancerous phenomenon for the innate dignity of human soul. The edge for the non-religious is the pitfall of the religious and vantage of religious is the pitfall for the atheists which in the long run is by far a greater risk to fall in.

وَنَفْسٍ وَمَا سَوَّاهَا فَأَلْهَمَهَا فُجُورَهَا وَتَقْوَاهَا  قَدْ أَفْلَحَ مَنْ زَكَّاهَا  وَقَدْ خَابَ مَنْ دَسَّاهَا 

 And the soul bears witness and the perfection given to it. Then [God] inspired it with its evil and its good that he succeeded who purified it and he failed who corrupted it. (91:7-10)

وَمَنْ يَأْتِهِ مُؤْمِنًا قَدْ عَمِلَ الصَّالِحَاتِ فَأُوْلَئِكَ لَهُمُ الدَّرَجَاتُ الْعُلَى  جَنَّاتُ عَدْنٍ تَجْرِي مِن تَحْتِهَا الْأَنْهَارُ خَالِدِينَ فِيهَا وَذَلِكَ جَزَاء مَن تَزَكَّى 

And he who comes before Him as a believer having done righteous deeds, exalted ranks are for such people, evergreen gardens beneath which streams flow. They shall abide therein forever and this shall be the reward of those that keep themselves pure. (20:75-76)

Way forward for a discourse....

The Criteria for understanding the delineation of Islamic laws and principles are Quran and Sunnah.In my view this criterion must develop in parallel with advancement of human intellect in certain spheres.But the attitude of such delineation is of paramount importance. It, under no circumstance, should be that of a polemic or belittlement of the past scholars in any way. They have done their job in a tremendous way. Their dedication and commitment to understanding the true spirit of God's religion is beyond any doubt. Their respect and veneration must be depicted in our comments otherwise this entire effort is doomed to failure.

Having said that, their means and opinions must always be open to evaluation in the light of Quran and Sunnah to all people of all ages. They were never pertinacious on their thoughts and were always ready to revisit them. They all accepted the possibility that their views might turn out to be incorrect as the great exegete Imam Shafi once said,"‎I am convinced about the veracity of my opinions, but I do consider it likely that they may turn out to be incorrect. Likewise, I am convinced about the incorrectness of the views different from mine, but I do concede the possibility that they may turn out to be correct."