An assassin's bullet
Is the tolerance has taken back seat?
Do we stab a person when tries to greet?
What are we to offer in the name of tolerance?
What alternate we have in everybody’s presence?
Will wanton killing may alter the situation?
Will it not raise the eye brows and questions?
It is condemned all over but with mute voice
World is taking no notice or create noise
Can we be called generous human being?
What happiness we can offer or bring?
We can not praise almighty in sacred place
There are bomb blasts to eliminate the race
Are we falling to wicked designs?
Merely surrendered and resigned
Where are we heading for as of today?
Killings and looting is on all the days
I can not offer my prayers
There wait the assassin as bullet sprayers
I have no place to beg for your mercy
I bow my head in shame and feel pity
All holy verses are forgotten
Resorting to orgy of violence often
I am at pain to learn the crux of teachings
Who may be taking guidance for preaching?
We call ourselves as children of God
We respect and obey every word of lord
We earnestly request to fill heart with kindness
Not a single word to cause any sort of unhappiness
I wish to ignore all holy norms
Let no one come, advocate and inform
What the humanity and religion stands?
Who is to be considered foe or friend?
I have no faith in such philosophy
Who openly preach violence and offer money with trophy?
They are named as crusader and martyrs of the cause?
Let them look behind and assess the situation with pause?
Crocodiles and vultures are true friends
They have remained with us till the end
They have not polluted the air or water
We are going to vitiate and alter
Who has generated hate campaign and ceaselessly maintained?
Why so many bodies lay scattered all over as stained?
What does it speak of natural understanding and true religion?
Why is it spreading its wings in other regions?
We all express true allegiance to written words
We inherit the substance and look forward
As whole world lay before us for embrace
We critically ignore the fact for the gloom to face
As we stand on the brink of disaster?
No solution is sought after
We have reached zero tolerance
No possibility is expected in near future hence
There will be rebirth of another messiah
Who will bear the burnt and lay down the life
We may then lament the fall of star
What otherwise would have been achieved without war?
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Wake Up Call
'There is no place for cowards in jannat* (heaven)
'Islam never preaches hatred and loves to all even'
'One of the holiest and sacred religion world has ever witnessed'
People are misguided and inhuman values are foolishly chased
'There will no place for all those who preach against values of religion'
Roared small girl who stood for as future light in region
She is Malal*, a fire brand activist, working for unity
Nation always stood for her selfless work and integrity
Staunch advocate and supporter for women education
Malal* is fighting for life and her survival is in question
She has been fired upon and bullet has pierced through
In her back bone to cost life for fighting the battle very true
Never liked by orthodox champions
She had to struggle and face the fanatics in region
Whole of the country today stands behind her role
Holy struggle, if some one wants to name, a divine call
'The countries future is at stake' almost all the people have condemned
The insurgents and attackers have been criticized and damned
The country is united for future role of the children
Malal* is not the only one but more of her may come forward even
I appeal and salute such brave attempt on part of small girl
Whole nation can feel proud of and feel let down with ugly turn
She stands for the courage and symbol of human character
Where there is hurdle on each step to face as lone actor
We bow our head and pray almighty for her speedy recovery
Let her breath in peace and come among us again by the blessings from almighty
Thousands across world and beyond boundaries offer prayers
We have no words except to bow head and watch as spectators
Let girls come up with good education and sense
The true religion with its deep meaning and essence
No religion can preach hatred and invite wrath
It will be worthwhile, if so, to die or face the death
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Races and colors
According to Hindu mythology
Dark color represents almighty
Lord Krishna himself was dark and blue
Millions today starve for glimpses of him to view
It is still a hard feeling in minds
We dislike the black color wherever we find
Express freely against it and tease
Let us not do it for God's sake please
Color, cast and religion
Should never be our concern
Wherever we are and whatever we profess
Just bow head before him and confess
"O God, take me out from this world"
The moment you feel that I am untrue and turning cold
I shall forget not what is revealed in your teachings
Let not a single word go as missing"
Who are we on earth to paint anyone as evil?
It is his creation and no one has power or will
I shall cry at any kind of ill treatment
Curse my ills and openly resent
Person suffers due to his own act
No one has any right to offer comment or act
If bad weather or region is meant to suffer
Let come forward and gracefully offer
Almighty is ocean of mercy
He conveys it through regular frequency
We fail to grab the message
Only to witness dark history on page
Can't we see with our own naked eyes?
Why nature is against us even if whole mankind try?
The wrath and nature's fury is seen
Yet we are blind and not very much keen
O lord, give little sense to all those
Who are bent upon and deliberately choose
The way of annihilating particular race
Now they themselves will face worst kind of chase
Let us be tolerant to all races and colors
White is peace and black is tolerance
We need both in our day to day deal
We need to express solidarity and not to conceal
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I Feel Sad
Why do I feel bad about fanatics?
What is simple thought or any basic?
What can be termed as logic?
I have no answer for it and feel so sick
Whether enemy or friends
What shall be our stand?
To treat them in real life or up to an end
Does it compel us to change the attitude or mend?
Two recent reports shattered my belief?
It made my heart to sink over no relief
On and off such repetition is made
Bullets are indiscriminately sprayed
People have lost their lives while greeting
Some thirty odd lives were lost while meeting
The holy place was blasted off for no reason
How can we celebrate today as true devotee or person?
Men killed in street are not regretted
Opponent's disappearance still can be termed as ill fated
But what about people gathered in holy place for prayers?
What do we call mercenaries or bullet sprayers?
Which religion permits such an outrage?
How can we tolerate such carnage?
Who will then come forward for propagation of true religion?
Such kind of hatred may engulf entire region?
I want to disassociate from such kind of people
Who knows nothing about human sufferings and struggle?
What do they know about the precious human lives?
What else is left there in life to pursue and believe?
I hate such people for their blind theory
They may survive little more time to feel sorry
It only adds momentum to increase worry
Let them be cursed with all displeasure from almighty
• Media reposted recent killings in Afghanistan
• Displacement of large Muslim population in Myanmar
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Upon The Altar Of My Lord
I offer my words up freely,
upon the altar of my God.
I come to this sacred place freely,
of my own free will to serve to pray.
This ancient sacred place this land,
this holy sacred God given ground;
is where in my humble veneration,
in worship I lay my offering down.
I have nothing more; to humbly offer pray.
I have while materially poor nothing more,
than time of value worth to humbly offer pray;
this is all I have I here in true worship bore,
I offer before my most high my sacred Lord.
Near on thirty years ago, I made this sacred vow,
with my soul heart head, bowed in breath low;
though my flesh remains, be still struggle weak,
this vow before God in worship I honour keep.
I thank my wondrous Lord, who let me humbly come here pray.
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Step mother
Is step mother altogether different from real mother?
Every time this question emerges and bothers
Whether real or step mother the vacant place can’t be filled by others
It is woman who has heart to offer as kind feeler or soothers
It is very difficult to offer motherly affection
Hard to swallow bitterness as nothing is left for selection
One has to undergo rapid change and adjust to the situation
To share the grief even if there is real infatuation
You may like and love your own kith and kin
There is no love lost and always wins
You care for love and offer in return
Many things to forgo and many things to learn
Kids need enough care and love from both
you must have allegiance to God even without taking oath
To offer best love and attention at the cost of discredit
Even true love offered may need observation and merit
People will not appreciate good gesture and sacrifice
Motherhood needs recognition and need to suffice
Step mothers are always blamed for nothing
If no good name can be given then at least praise something
What does she get for playing this noble role?
Bad name and discredit for work as whole
Not easy to play role of wife with different approach
Many may meddle in the internal affairs and unnecessarily poke
It is holy task than holier
Many have played the role successfully even earlier
You should be careful and not to be choosey,
Task is not to difficult but not also very easy
It has never been appreciated in past
Apprehensions always persist and doubts cast
Single individual may not live to last it long
Indeed difficult position to be found and appreciated among
Who needs the step mother most?
The children who have dearly lost?
How does husband spend time and at what cost?
What is so important in life and what is must?
Life becomes dull and dry and without any aim
Not a single man will boost happiness or claim
It will be simple word game and all the blames
Whole system will be on fire and flames
Woman bears heavy brunt and finds it difficult
She is at receiving end and has to share the insult
God only knows how she copes with such ordeal?
She is doing tremendous work and makes life real
Lets us pass all the respect which ever is due
We may not know the situation or have any clue
Woman has very big heart with all the kindness and love
We must bow our head and her greatness simply believe
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Woman's Womb
Why woman is forced upon to bear a child?
Is it because she is so gracious and mild?
Is that whole universe is so proud of her stature?
Is she paramount factor that she cares not for her future?
If I go for any dictionary word in her praise, I won’t
It will be dropp of water from sea to be collected on boat
What world will be rewarding to honor her womb?
She has many secrets to reveal and to explode as bomb
How much dishonor she retains to face the world?
How much disregard we may with attitude so cold?
Does she ever complain anybody what suffering she is passing into?
I am afraid there is no answer to be exactly correct or true
How is that she is called upon to sacrifice first
Why man is never blamed and stands always last?
He has always considered her as instrument for lust
Why not he is forced to undergo punishment just?
Preference for womanhood to protect man from embarrassment
Insults to be borne all the times and face crisis any moment
Rapprochement with a child with status of single mother
Who is to be blamed, take note or sincerely bother?
Mother in all forms are adorable and needs proper care
No one should violate her modesty or simply dare
Birth place for all mankind till the world lasts
Performing bad acts under the disguise or mast
World may wake up to the hard facts and reality
They may see the reason behind with its futility
It is restoration of respect for mother’s wishes
May prefer death to life before she ends up or finishes
Even God has chosen to be a child of mother
She has been glorified all the times but not father
We may go to the extent of granting her sacred place
No one on earth can unset her or replace
Is there any compulsion to go for anguish and enduring pain?
Is it not futile attempt to malign her or to slain?
We have done enough to push her to gallows
Promises made with good words never to follow
It will be human tragedy if we fail to accord holy status
All achievements will bear no mark and considered as minus
We can’t be failed for the simple reason of cowardice act
What have we to offer honestly and unreasonably to react?
It will be great tribute to all mothers who have suffered
Undergone all treacherous treatment and not single word uttered
I feel pinch of salt at heart and wish to bow head
Few good lines from my side in honor to be read
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Oh, almighty
Oh almighty, O ruler of whole universe
I kept on smiling without tears
I heard the blessing coming through ears
Strengthening my belief for coming years
If individual’s perception is taken into account
Then there is lot more to think and count
I am gifted with precious body
Considered most lucky as not to have with anybody
You are always messiah for others
Even if not then try to become and offer
Able and very strong to counter any threat
Kind heart to meet good people and greet
Nice face with glittering eyes
Feeling unhappy with people’s anger and cries
Mind bogs down with human sufferings
Nothing is left with for handful offerings
The heaven is at your feet
Its impact is felt when you meet
The words and holiness spread across
When you raise hands and offer the rose
Flowers offer fragrance with magic spell
You need not to speak at length and tell
The heavenly bodies hang above
You are like star on earth and move
When divine light take refuge in body
It is illuminated with light and felt by everybody
The heaven is down and at your feet
The curses and plight go off when people come and meet
It is not the magic or any kind of hypnotism
It is not related to any faith or merely”ism”
It is powerful thrust generated by noble acts
The kind heart that resides in you as a matter of fact
You have suffered it and endured
You conquered it and not procured
You found the reasonable way to benefit the humanity
You made it known in side you there exists divinity
It would have been wrong on your part to assume it as God
It would have been called treachery or simple fraud
It was not the matter for deceiving others for own interest
It was to be used for complete world for the best
What can be considered better or best?
If that is considered as critical or acid test
The nobility has found its way for very good use
The human body has been used without any abuse
No one can be taken for sure
But his or her acts can assure
They have made right use of what almighty has offered
It is used to large extent for humanity even though differed
The mild heart of the body is as good as steel
It can rob of your all pain and steal
You feel great relief from the burden
When it starts acting noble all of sudden
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At the time of disaster
A remembrance to God only at the time of disaster
we have become non-believer and master
We want to grow in materialistic world
shifting the sand and blowing hot and cold
The success and glory makes human being to go blind
He has all the doubts about natural powers to find
as if the he has been gifted with divine eye
he has all the doubts and habit of raising questions with why
Many people tend to deny the existence of almighty
we can lament their behavior and feel pity
we are helpless in the hands of lord
why do we lack the use of proper or suitable word?
We can live under false impression
create falsehood and live with obsession
no one has denied so far the power of nature
we have existed this before not for pleasure
You can not have any distance
you got to believe at once
the world existed this before and will continue
we must realize the fact without different views
It is suicidal not to fall in line
you cn not live under the influence of wine
there is some limit where you must stop
you have to look back even after reaching at the top
All human bodies are subjected to decay
your arguments can hold ground and stay
you can preserve it but can not bring back
you will be considered mad and crack
No right person may by buy your argument
even though he may be agreeable to your comment
the world at large has full faith in the system
It is not at all worrying them
We are bound to be guided by super natural powers
we may raise high buildings and towers
a natural curse is not going to fall all of sudden
it may not fall at all even
you may find thousands of followers
they continue to pray and are keen believers
they will go by the inner instinct and voice
they will not raise the doubt and create noise
We are powerless and simply a pawn
at any time of little blow you may go down
the best of the system may not come to the rescue
the end is certain for anybody when falling due
it is of no use to create a bogey
A lesson can be learnt from honey bee
they do nothing to survive their end
we continue to deny it with new progressive trend
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Eid greetings
“Happy Ramadan and Eid Mubark” I sincerely pray
Holy Ramadan end today on this very day
Let almighty shower all the blessings
You find all happiness without a single missing
I surrendered to almighty with a single wish
That you have everything in life with fine finish
I bowed before Him and prayed for happy stay
Happiness and joy with the family all the way
I waited for this holy day to end
With all fasts to the happiness of friend
May, Allah the almighty, show you the direction
Nothing can be sported as patch in your action
I obeyed his call during month long stay
Not a single day missed when I didn’t pay
That you be blessed with whatever possible
Life may pass with happiness and without any trouble
Stars had twinkled with gentle smile
The holy month was to start meanwhile
I stayed near to him for you
This one has remained fact and very true
Let this month come every year
When I hear prayers voice in my ear
I pray for your long life and happy journey
Let there be no dearth of precious jewels and money
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happy Ramadan and Eid mubarak
“Happy Ramadan and Eid Mubark” I sincerely pray
Holy Ramadan end today on this very day
Let almighty shower all the blessings
You find all happiness without a single missing
I surrendered to almighty with a single wish
That you have everything in life with fine finish
I bowed before Him and prayed for happy stay
Happiness and joy with the family all the way
I waited for this holy day to end
With all fasts to the happiness of friend
May, Allah the almighty, show you the direction
Nothing can be sported as patch in your action
I obeyed his call during month long stay
Not a single day missed when I didn’t pay
That you be blessed with whatever possible
Life may pass with happiness and without any trouble
Stars had twinkled with gentle smile
The holy month was to start meanwhile
I stayed near to him for you
This one has remained fact and very true
Let this month come every year
When I hear prayers voice in my ear
I pray for your long life and happy journey
Let there be no dearth of precious jewels and money
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The grave yard
You walk along for a yard
There may lie barren graveyard
It is not easy but to feel very hard
You will be there for sure once off the guard
You have remained afraid for fear of death
You remained cool with least fear of anybody’s wrath
It was self proclaimed isolation
It has nothing to do with such things or got any relation
You always think of getting peaceful end
No pain, to heart burning and always among friends
Who wants foes or enemies when there is no such need?
You got to be liberated from such views or freed
You try to be kind and you will be blessed with kindness
You pretend to be unreasonable and you will be rewarded with sadness
Everything action has double the reaction and with equal magnitude
You need to have reasonable approach with correct attitude
Not a word may be forgotten if spoken with ire
No one may take it lightly and admire
It may have less impact even if done well to anybody
Let it go unnoticed if well intended for somebody
Think not of a gesture that has gone for common good
Take no note of bad acts if you have done no bad
Think of those things which have been left undone
The satisfaction grown from fruitful work will not be forgotten
Do you need to go to any religious place to offer prayers?
Do you ever feel He is there to serve for you as face savers?
Is it sufficient to chant few hymns and ask favor in return?
Will that save you from all sins committed intentionally in turn?
You are going with some intentions to offer prayer in church
You have hidden wish and urge for honest search
We have neared to the dead end and so desirous to reach
No lessons may do any good even if it is meant to preach
There may be faced many diversions on the road
You may be misguided too while carrying the load
It may be your social responsibility or some compulsion
Even with all the nobility at your disposal you will have confusion
The church, temples or mosques are just unique symbols
They are place for atonement with all worldly desires to keep under control
The environment inside may be holy to alter your views to offer some relief
It will be you only to come out of it with great message and firm belief
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Fighting for survival
Pakistan is not fighting for survival
For years it had waited for their arrival
They were give free use of land for subversion
Now it is too late to have any point of discussion
A holy land”Pakistan” as we all know
Had horrible years to witness and go
Lots of blood shed and deep bitterness
No where to show the brave front or kind face
Of late something unusual has taken place
There is cry over terrorist’s death and still more race
What will be fate of innocent people living around?
Their bodies remain unclaimed and sometimes not found
Pakistan must find its own holy war
The holocaust and bad consequences are not very far
No person may be allowed to move freely
In our own land we may be prisoners truly
When whole world is with you
Rise to the occasion and prove true
Allah may bless for any of the reasons
How can distinguish between good and bad persons?
No where it is seen that person is murdered while praying
The whole body is pierced though with pumping of bullets or spraying
Let people rise in arms and declared *“Jihad” for upholding religion
How can one Good *Musalmann be mere spectator in such region?
Terrorism can not be over in one day
Yet there is fine solution on the way
Find common strategy and offer resistance
They will be on run if united at once
No country can tolerate such nuisance
The defenders of the countries are aware of their presence
No religion can preach violence, hatred and seek blood
In such utter condition where people are dying for the want of food
* Musalmann.. pure…….*Jihad…Holy struggle
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A touch and go
I buried myself long ago
It was just touch and go
One little useful thought
Complete salvation was sought
I had dreamed about many things
I could do nothing much or attained something
It was as usual complete rout
I have nothing more to talk about
My heart remained almost dry
No one came forward and asked why
No river flow was expected
I accepted the fact and never reacted
I had so much to offer
I remained among and never differed
Yet I got kick backs in return
I had nothing to offer in turn
It was creating lots of impact
I was expected reasonably to act
I was burdening for no useful out come
I had strong desire but was not always welcome
I think for calling of the day
This is only option or way
Person should make voluntary recall
As it can be his final call
No one may come to know of fine gesture
You have lived for them for entire tenure
It was now turning against you
You have lost the faith and it is very true
I am no were physically connected
Fear in mind and illusions wrongly created
It is driving me away from real world
The world seems different and very cold
I see the concept differently
Even though I have not felt it unhappily
It is gradual change and has affected many
I am one of the individual among so many
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Theory Of Love And Peace
I wondered over the theory of love and peace
How it worked together and so much at ease
How could one school of thoughts survived for centuries?
When world was engulfed with clashes and miseries?
I have believed in harmonious existence
There are pretty number of instances
Where neighbors of different religions coexisted
Lived for years still remained aloof and unrelated
How come fanatics raised head all of sudden?
Where from they borrowed idea of one religion even?
How come world be convinced over their ideology?
When they are divided over and still raise the bogey?
I still give some marks to their intolerant attitude
If some one has hurt their sentiments with ingratitude
Some comments about their religion and heads
How that can be all over when no one has heard about or read?
Have we misinterpreted our own religion?
Taken to heart what has been practiced in other regions?
Followed same views and points for adoption?
Where as some change would have been contemplated with action
I read some where that offer another cheek if one is slapped
Don’t laugh at his misery and insult with slightly clapped
Feel unhappy when neighbor is in duress and needs attention
These were all preached and found with almost all with mention
I feel remorse when hear that certain followers massacred
While offering prayers at sacred place when peacefully lead
What was their fault in offering or remembering almighty?
Why do such disgruntled persons claim and later on ask for pity
I wish to raise my banner of revolt under peaceful resolve
Demand for total annihilation if they don’t fall in line and solve
If need be, under one single command and one mission
No mercy whatsoever for their such acts and omission
I can understand their ire for persons of different religion
What logic they provide for persons of same faith in region?
Where should they go for the fear of loosing life?
Have they to live only to face bullets or on edge of knife?
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Prayer Words
I took some of my prayer words back
I felt guilty for putting my interest at stake
Is that the correct logic or prayers are meant?
Will God listen to such request and relent?
I, for one, reserve the opinion
I may not get support from any of the companion
It may not find even favor
As prayers are restricted only to save honor
Why do I ask to fill my heart with mercy and kindness?
When I am fully blessed with happiness on y face
I still pretend to be ignorant before him and pray
As if He knows nothing and directs you a new way
Why do we pray for our happiness and others loss?
Is it not the insult to sacred place and holy cross?
I go to him with malicious intent
Instead ask for things and never regret or lament
Even one look in His eyes may send waves of sympathy
You may receive signals directly fro the almighty
You just read in the eyes and try to understand sufferings undergone
You will forget your own pain and stand like stone
Prayers are meant to purity soul and supplement it with more
Try to find out if something can still be explored
If you can’t feed the hungry and show little kindness
Don’t bother much but that thought itself will give happiness on face
Can we deny that he is only one to think of whole universe?
Who can go against His wish and negate verses?
It is all for us to follow and put into practice
Let it become daily routine till we face the demise
I just look at Him and seek no words
Ask him to allow me to go forward
I shall not regret for any outcome
His blessings will always be appreciated and welcomed
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Many more
How many more will you kill?
You come in open and strike at will
You are committed to play havoc
We are watching you helplessly and in shock
We were tolerant to the name of freedom fighters
We were showing little sign of respect for rioters
We were ready to forget even the dastardly acts
But this wanton killings without knowing the facts!
We called you *mujaheedins or saviors of religion
You were ready to sacrifice in any part of the land or regions
You were hold in high esteems for your total commitment
Now we are in total shock and can only lament
You come in day light and kill the person in holy places
God has given sacred place to prey irrespective of races
You have made it unholy by your revengeful acts
We only unfold our hands in helplessness and do not react
We can understand the anger against sacrilege
We can understand ire against blasphemy under privilege
But how can we justify your action against men and women?
Who are just in open to seek blessings and or good omen?
You may get no reprieve from almighty
You don’t deserve even little blessings with pity
You won’t be forgiven for showing no mercy
You create anarchy, lot and plunder and remain so busy
I wish you are rejected from all over
You find no place for shelter or cover
Everywhere you have only hell to wait
You must face the worst possible fate
You are misguided lot
So far you have struggled for holy war and fought
Now you have directed guns against your own brethren
This is worrying us more and adding the concern
You may have become suicide bombers
You may have secret agenda to remember
But forget not that you too are a human being
Think of Lord or almighty and wait when bird’s sing
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Religion
Religion is just a vehicle to God, prevalent upon this earth we trod.
But one must step outside religion, to make a true eternal decision.
Religion is just what men believe, out of what their minds conceive.
Preconceived in man’s tradition, as they create a cultural rendition.
Renditions God wouldn’t conceive, from men who say they believe.
Religion adds to God’s Holy Word, from others who have also erred.
It changes for the culture of men, which God Himself has condemned.
And Truths they don’t want heard, they simply remove from His Word.
This causes many men much grief, while other men fall into unbelief.
All who change God’s Holy Bible, will before God be eternally liable.
Man’s first attempt at a religion, was changed by God to pure derision.
Their vain attempt to reach the sky, was derailed by The God on high.
The God they sought was not amused, so their language He confused.
He turned their order into rabble, turning their speech into utter babble.
Today that spirit from Babel’s Tower, is present in men this very hour.
Friend, Religion is that spirit’s name, and the result will be the same.
In the end men shall fall away, as they add error to God’s narrow way.
God will pour a strong delusion, on men who seek a religious solution.
Men who add man’s deduction, will ultimately see eternal destruction.
For God had said the deceptive heart, from Christ will eternally depart.
Religion will continue to change, but God’s Word remains the same.
The Lord has but one Eternal Plan, fully centered on The Son of Man.
Man attempts to reach God from earth, is a belief built upon self worth.
But God has reached man on earth, through His Spirit and New Birth.
Christ Himself died once for all sin, doing away with a need of religion.
(Copyright ©04/2005)
A highs stage fever
People never give up falsehood and pretence
It lacks wisdom, powerful teeth and essence
It serves nothing except to grab in some sympathizers
It is some sort of highlighting personal matters
True love never demands single words of praise
It gives air to unnecessary rumors and raise
Many eyebrows to take the lower note of it
Then exploit it to situation which makes them to fit
It is true love can not be measured
You need no one to make you feel assured
Who will come and question until it is aired?
There will not be any fire until it is ignited and flared
Everybody has dignity and honor of staying aloof
Never to be compared with any one as solid proof
It is intentional way of gaining some sympathy from few
The truth of sun light may force them to vanish like dews
It leads a person no where with ire and anguish
Life does not come to an end or finish
It makes a person to come out with resolute face
What n sympathizers word can make one to win the race?
It is individual choice to walk straight with head high
He can aim high and add imaginations to fly
The reality does not change at all with falsehood
It is to be clearly borne in mind and clearly understood
I believe it is simple way of making people fool
Fall in line with misrepresentation and playing it cool
As coin stands with two sides to represent
The lines clearly lacks the wisdom and is absent
Some people may readily jump in to offer sweet words
Coupled with good use of oratory for looking forward
It smacks of bad tactics to push a person on wrong side
A sensible person will not disclose a bitter memory and hide
How one can raise a head and walk with honor?
When there is complete loss of trust uncalled for?
Will the street people come and address the issue?
It is only individual who will raise his head high and rescue
Everyone is passing through same phase with trauma
No one presents gloomy picture with sensational drama
It needs better sense of understanding and realization
Everything can be sorted out without raising any questions
Life hangs on bare thread of trust
It is very much essential and must
It further worsens the situation
If it is not stopped and allowed continuation
What a pity to present face with broken heart?
What one is trying to present at the start?
It can only be termed as poetic skill or an art
It will be uneasy to ride and make journey in cart
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXVII: Storyteller
I only offer story
not the truth
I only offer fantasy
not the future
I only offer dream
not destiny
I only offer wish
not wisdom
I only offer memory
not the fact
I only offer chance
not miracle
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Hidden Depth
I had nothing to hide
The discontentment was becoming wide
It had hidden depth
I failed to go with its length
It was like sea calm water
Nothing seemed apparent or amounted to alter
There was something like hidden treasure
All illusory things lying under without any measure
Life has become as such for want of happiness
That can’t be really visible or reflected on face
It may grow not out of fear or anger
It is like volcano rising with hunger
The natural disasters are meant to convey divine signals
It is indication of wrath and certainly to pounce upon arrival
What are we braced up to face and challenge?
Unless we are prepared to adopt some changes
It has shaken very foundation of faith
People are driven away and pushed to death
Robbery, loots and murders are daily scenes
Such a rage or anger is never faced or seen
We are harboring ill will and hatred
Where is it going us to lead?
Will it rush us to gallows?
Do we want it to allow?
Let us not wait for any religious preaching
Same books may offer universal teachings
Pick any page from it and it may offer only world
Love thy children with compassion and do not turn cold
It is yet not late
Do not curse anybody or hate
We may turn wild anytime
But can turn compassionate sometimes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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