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Poetry

 

Ahmad’s poetry tries to cover a large spectrum of the conscious and the subconscious. From nature to nurture, his poems touch upon the ultimate beauty that nature brings to human trials and triumph. Following are some of the poems from the two published books.

Wandering Thoughts

 

The Promised Land


The Promised Land doesn't come every day
It comes occasionally when people aren't watching
When no attention is warranted
In their sleep it comes
And in the dark alleys of freedom
Where people are alive
Rather than living
Living rather than dying
Born in the eyes
Of the wannabes
Holding on to others' truth
Not theirs

The Promised Land doesn't come every day
To the downtrodden it comes every day
The land as far as Santa Maria's dream
Of setting off for the 'New' World
Following the mixed-up senses
Of wanting more than half a loaf
Where hunger doesn't give in
Neither does their sense of pride
Money has its way of going about
The most intimate one on one inner voice
We buy the money and ourselves
And always remain broke with it unspent

One day passes by


One day passes by
With so many years lost
The past, present, future die
At a heartbreaking cost

One day passes by
With many a home broken
With deep agony they cry
Yet we remain unshaken

One day passes by
With headlines and stories
Civilization needs to satisfy
Itself with others' worries

One day passes by
Just like another day
We don't even try
To listen to what others say

The oppressed ones


The oppressed ones
Forced down on their knees
In their own place
Their master holding the keys
Their food also held
And so is their sanity
Day in and day out
Getting accustomed to humanity

The oppressed ones
Getting axed due to belief
That is no having 'their' belief
There's just no relief
The 'invisible' hand demolishing
Every sign of religion's life
Be it in the dark or at light
In this made up strife

The oppressed ones
Their source uprooted
From their strong history
And their lives looted
No going back nor ahead
Hanging in their thinning hope
They call the Giver
For his saving rope

The oppressed ones
Going deeper into quicksand
Of their endless terror
Orchestrated by the big hand


That plays its own game
With its own rules
Claiming it's the one who's lame
Then handling 'terrorist' tools

 

Somewhere


Somewhere in the living planet
Lies this dying nation
We do know its state
We do know the solution

 

Somewhere in the fading love
Vanishes what we treasure most
Stop the blaming on the dove
We are the guest and the host

Somewhere in one's belief
Live the strong, unbending ties
The consequence is one's relief
Of duty to defend their cries

Somewhere amidst the killings
Perhaps a child's plea will be heard
And it might even touch our feelings
Even if our 'burdens' aren't spared

Anguish


The broken glass slashes through the pain
And tears it open
It finds in it more pain
And then more layers of pain
Then splashes out the hollow black box
With no clue to the senses' crash
It continues its bloody intrusion
And discovers a tragic dream
Of badly beaten-up childhood
Driven by the satanic chauffeur
Lastly it cuts open the boredom bug
That lies crushed with pain's heaviness
Hear me, hear me says the bent mind
To the black tunnel of uneasy visions
Reality checks in the hotel of complaints
And stabs the visions with the knife of falsity
And shows off its uncanny familiarity
With Hazy fantasies and its lazy allies
The pain dies at an old age
But so do the premature moments

Are you really the Superpower?


Are you really the Superpower
You claim to be
Are you really the tallest tower
Standing up for humanity

Do you carry with you peace
Within and without you
And could you ever case
To only listen to few

How do you juggle priorities
Is is with guns, F-16s and missiles
Are those your only realities
Where nothing heals, only kills

Are you thinking of a home in space
When you don't have 'em enough down here
Or is it just winning the lost race
Being bold at the expense of others' fear

The unspoken


The unspoken, yet heard
Miles and miles away
In human senses captured
There is no say

The unspoken, but seen
Pictures telling thousand deaths
We remain forever in between
Winning only cowardice's wreaths

The unspoken, yet felt
Embellished in selfishness
We, in the guise of hope, melt
In the pot of evil's darkness

The unspoken, the dying
Waiting for a holocaust
We do hear the crying
Next moment they're lost

 

The Beauty of the Lonely, Bare

 

The clouds they paint the sky with gray

The trees don't have a lot to say

And the leaves hang on with pride

The know thye'll die but never hide

The colors which bring to their end

For which there's nothing to defend

As I fight to walk my way

Through the windy, rainy day

I look for someone just to share

The beauty of the lonely, bare

And I see people walking by

In haste, but I just wander why

Their sprits are linked to the sun

For when it's gone their day is done

But if they knew what little time

They have to make their poems rhyme

They'd write their poems but wth ease

And face the gray skies in a breeze

 

The Beauty of the Crimson Skies

 

The sun gives light but for a while

The moon has short nights too

But you and your eternal smile

Forever  will shine through

Through the years that fade with time

And through the boundless space

Your soul and spirit - so sublime

Will win the vital race

The beauty of the crimson skies

May bring in one's eyes tears

But a stare in your eyes

Makes a glimpse a thousand years

To know you is to live fully

 With you always in mind

Your inspieations touch me truly

My life it helps me find

 

 

 

 

​Poetry of the Now

 

Nothing To Know


I’m breathing every breath

while I resist nothing

Just acknowledging this wealth

of the Now, of being

I flow through the ins and outs

of consciousness and thought

without judgment, without doubts

without a whisper, without a shout

 

I make my way like I’m letting go

of yesterday and of tomorrow

Not knowing anything when I start

Just letting the moment play its part

I’ll know only when I’ll arrive

to my destination and not strive

to force my will in any action

In smoothness there is traction

 

I feel my hands, I feel my feet

as I reside in surrendered state

When the stillness and present meet

they open up serenity’s gate

There’s nothing to prove or deny

and nothing to build or break

No need to know where or why

even when there’s a heartache

My Consciousness Keeps Growing

The more I stop trying

the more I get things done

The past stops crying

The future turns more fun

I’m in the Now

and don’t look back

And this is how

time I don’t keep track

I am more than I do

following my heartbeats in peace

Every moment is brand new

as I break it down piece by piece

My journey is started by

my surrendered state of being

Don’t need to know why

One hour a beggar, next king

Thousand miles I go just like that

without hurrying, without a worry

When my turn comes to bat

I stay steady, I stay merry

Knowing that I don’t know

will lead to more knowing

I may go fast or go slow

My consciousness keeps growing

The Wind Is Blowing Gently

The wind is blowing quietly

as the bird sits on the branch

The sun is peeking slightly

hitting the corner of the bench

And here I am observing

every thought that crosses the mind

In doing so I'm allowing

the consciousness to unwind

The law of impermanence holds for all

Everything we give importance

one day they'll start to fall

That which is present remains

Even though the world is moving

in every possible way

The stillness keeps proving

they have the final say

Not in a hurry to go anywhere

as I follow each and every cue

Without much effort yet with care

I blend with many a hue

Silence goes with me everywhere I go

Feels like I'm in a dream-like state

That which is fast appears slow

I aways carry with me my fate

The Timeless

What does the past bring but a memory

and the future only a thought projected

The present is where there's life's story

So be there in the Now and do protect it

from harmful thoughts that keep passing by

and wreak havoc on Being without a care

It's the Now that doesn't even make you try

to reach your destination - yet you're there

Live in the timeless and you won't fear

even losing the most precious belonging

That which you hold to your heart dear

will always be there like eternal spring 

Thought

Let a thought come and sit

on the corner of your mind

Don't chase but observe it

With it always be kind

Yet never allow it to dictate

how to live your entire life

As it's the conscious state

that determines joy, strife

Don't take it too seriously

when it tells you to comply

or follow its lead strictly

and to life say goodbye

Instead don't listen to it

as it has so much to say

Your actions then easily fit

with every step, every way

Just be

Drive into the serenity the self offers you

and feel every part of your being come true

It's only when you enter its welcoming door

You'll know what consciousness has in store

You'll enter the magic kingdom of peace

where stillness speaks - past, future cease

Your doings will be the best they can be

Once you embrace your being completely

Feel your breathing taking you places

you never get to go when your thought races

The effortless

The effortless easily gets things done

as it doesn't ever face much headwind

Its ride is as smooth as a morning run

with a cool breeze always blowing behind

No effort is given to dwell in the past

nor any given to come up with a future

The present is all that is needed to last

our entire life in peace without measure

Your breathing determines the pace

of every move that is being made

The deeper it is the more you'd trace

of the details that are left unsaid

The effortless is weaving around stillness

taking in every moment's creation

It watches everything without distress

and faces pain from every direction

You might as well be peaceful

Everyone faces the winds of despair

Everyone struggles very often to prepare

You may live in the tallest tower

or may wield from time to time power

yet you're not immune to the unexpected

facing ongoing failure, being misdirected

You might as well be peaceful now

while your day keeps changing somehow

Whatever happens, just know it's designed

Sit back and relax - don't pay it any mind

Be conscious of everything around you

Your breathing will guide you through

many a road too dark, some even bright

to a place of nothingness - pure delight

You might as well be peaceful now

Let your inner body senses show you how

you stop all your conditioned thoughts

connecting all of your consciousness dots

Like in a movie

Watch your thoughts whatever they are

like in a movie where you are the star

just relaxing letting in pure presence

without judgments, without comparisons

Just watch - don't go chasing them

Always stay within the stillness frame

You may win some day or you may lose

It's just a movie, don't accept it or refuse

Keep watching it, cause the more you do

the less the old conditions push through

Then there is clarity all of a sudden

The timeless is born - struggles forgotten

Watch the chatter the mind gets into

without any urges to follow through

as it changes directions time to time

and yet keeps turning on a dime

Nothing to represent

I feel the emptiness - void of emotion

and also void of uncertainty, distraction

where there is no need to succeed

or even any urges to plant a seed

or continuity beyond the present

as peace looks for nothing to represent

Now I'm unshaken by circumstances

that may arise in my performances

with my breathing while embracing

the formless and forms I keep facing

I feel the assurance of nothingness

The more has no advantage over less

It's Here Only Where You Completely Belong

You may be longing for the days long gone

Or keep waiting for the spring bird's song

Don't forget Now is what get things done

And it's here only where you completely belong

Nothing actually happened in the past

As when it did, happened in the Now

And nothing happens too slow or fast

Even the future is open to when, where, how

It's never too late to jump in the Now

That is where you'll find no resistance

Just blend in with a conscious bow

And allow it to happen in every instance

As I keep walking through the thick forest

As I keep walking through the thick forest

I see trees more than hundred years old

welcoming me with their shade so I can rest

my spirit - as silently their stories are told

They told me they've been through scorching fire

and told me they faced wicked storms

Reminded me to chase my dream, desire

even when facing uncalled-for norms   

II also see the bright blue sky peek through

contrasting well with the intoxicating green

Communicating a deep sense of being true

to one's heart and soul - all seen or unseen

The forest path keeps twisting and turning

as it leads me to more awe and splendor

All uncertainties that inside me were burning  

have disappeared into my total surrender

No more fighting myself

Questions may arise that I'm not being sufficient

in taking care of everything that life demands

and also in dealing with things that're deficient

that I face without knowing where my heart stands

But I have decided now enough is enough

No more lost in time, no more fighting thoughts

Instead I'll face head on smooth edges or rough

and not fight what is in connecting all dots 

No more fighting myself - I'm embracing it all

Nor running away to the future or the past

No resisting anything that leads to one's fall

That will only lead to peace that will last

I'll not allow unmindful, shallow breathing

as I go about my work throughout the day

Every step I take will keep on flashing 

along the wall of consciousness "it's okay"

 

 

My mind keeps writing stories

As usual my mind keeps writing stories

of events that're highly unlikely to materialize

Yet I somehow start to believe

everything it says is absolutely true

Really? How long will I be trapped

in this trend that keeps surfacing

year in, year out - and will go on

until the day I die

Yet I've remained a devoted slave to it

obeying it even when it demands everything

- getting lost in it for ages and hence

giving up on conscious living 

That is living in the Now

Yes I give up even the only moment there is

All for the noise created by the mind?

Apparently so, as it just keeps writing stories

I'm finally floating around what is

I haven't reached my destination yet

Neither have I received any assurance

that everything will be okay

Even then I go back to this self-taught lesson

"Resist nothing - set yourself free"

All of a sudden every thought seems lighter

Every hurdle seems a little less challenging

Every goal seems quite reachable

I make my way around everyday living

like I'm actually wanting everything 

that is happening to me right now -

the good, the bad and everything in between

Yes, I am just taking in without judgment,

without complaining and even without a sigh

I'm finally floating around what is!

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

Coming Closer

 

A beginning


A beginning has begun with opened doors
A brand new game with brand new scores
Yesterday has met its good friend past
And decided to stay with it and make their bond last
It's now or never when it comes to the present
For once it's gone you can only repent
For the things you could have started and done
Only if you slowed down even on the run
A beginning has begun with life changing turns
Choose any path and it may lead to burns
But not choosing one, you'll wither away
In indecisions and then disarray
A beginning has begun to renew our pledge
To follow through even if on the edge

Change


So what if I let go of what I have
And lose everything
My sense of security
Intertwined with my need
To keep things undisturbed
And my fear of getting up
And not hugging the comfort
That always refuses
To deal with the out of the ordinary
Things don't get better or worse
It's our heartbeat
That speeds up or slows down
Through our inability and reluctance
To accept pages and chapters of life
The way they are
Instead we stand in our own way
It's always others’ way
And never mine
That "ought to enter"
The cleansing process of change

There are no roads that I can't take


There are no roads that I can't take
And no mistake that I can't make
As long as I extend but within my reach
I won't avert lessons trials teach
There are no dreams that I can't tame
And yet no excuse way too lame
I am within and without love
And am at peace like the clouds above
There are no roads that I can't take
For my and for others' sake
I may wake up with the sun in my eye
Or lie down under the wide open sky
But it's I who chooses when to sleep
And when to wake up with nothing to keep
There are no roads that I can't take
As my resolve to evolve doesn't shake

Go on I must


Go on I must on the road of life toward the finish line
And not look back at yesterday, and face all rain or shine
When people ask me where I'm now on this journey's path
I tell them I'm in my present, out of time's great wrath
Go on I must through bumpy roads and through smooth sailing
And hold my head high at all times in succeeding, failing
Others may join me or they won't in this running train
But I must hold on to my rein even in trying pain
Go on I must with others in mind, not for me but them
And work in team and yet I'll play my own part in this game

I still can walk


I might be crippled but I still can walk
Even if I were dumb, I'd almost talk
Love might numb me but I opt to grow
Only the big picture I learn to follow
I might be blind but I still urge to see
There is meaning in everything around me
And with my struggles comes my relief
Painstakingly long or comfortably brief
I might be crippled but I still look ahead
To a bright and better future instead
Of seeing today in its worst ever light
I won't ever go down, not without a fight
Through my broken lens I see a new day
And gift myself a smile along the way
Even with shortfalls in every route
I'll find water where there's a drought

When there is no way, there is one


When there is no way, there is one
Where there darkness looms, out comes the sun
When despair outpaces you, just take it slow
From restless living take a bow
If there is hopelessness, reflect inside
And count your blessings and take pride
In His creation, second to none
His inspirations never outshone
Where there is no way, there is one
Even if it's not written in stone
Just try to see, its' already there
It's your life, you must prepare
The eternal will outlast all
Comedy and tragedy, big ones and small
So never let your awakening down
Or with it your purpose will soon drown
When there is no way, there is one
As the journey of time commits a dawn

Better days


Your life has begun, oh little one
There'll be days with sun undone
But better days are never far
Just play your childhood like who you are
Yes, better days will reach you
Even sooner than it's due
The stars will shine brighter
And your dreams will be lighter
And fairy tales will be no more
Reality will have magic in store
This life is more than the daily cries
For her who stumbles and yet tries
To dig for love and a mindful cause
And knows that only death can pause
All these endeavors that touch you
And every obstacle one trudges through
Your life has begun, oh little one
You'll see your trying days outrun
I've come closer
Even though the day seems long
I reckon I've come closer
I've been beaten at every game
Yet I'm not the loser
It's Allah that holds a place for me
That which is mine alone
When I try, stagger save hope
I'm left here on my own
I see I've come closer
To the day I'll let it be
I accept I've come closer
Present even in triviality
Through being listened to
And being turned away
My outlook will examine both
An auspicious and a dismal day

I'm tired and yet refreshed


I'm tired and yet refreshed
Knowing the inevitable is coming
Whether I make the most of the departed
Or choose to hold on to lamenting
It's all up to me
I choose to be ecstatic
Even with the birth of futility
Life always remains static
It's we who are changing
And are constantly in need of attention
That has conditional written in its lining
Yet keeps on gaining traction
I'm tired and yet refreshed
Being the one not defiant
To life's own course of getting started
And ending processes with no argument

 

Poem written on the passing of Dadee

 

The house that longed for your arrival

Sits as if it's still waiting

For you to come and cast your warmth

In every room, in every being

 

The bedroom that you rested in

Is restless to embrace

Your peaceful presence and your charm

And your endless grace

 

The game shows that roared 'cross the room

Are silent, no more dice to roll

No cheerful winner, nor big smiles

No paused heartbeat and no drum roll

 

The sun shines bright for you to dry

The clothes that hung across the lawn

The back door remains wide open

For your swift, yet calm return

 

The warm supper smell still holds strong

In the kitchen that you reigned

Your eager appreciation

Still remains, in my heart, chained

 

Though you're gone, the house still holds

All your bright delightful days

That'll stay forever more

You'll remain there always

 

What hast thou sown

What hast thou sown, oh ignorance
But seeds of hate and terror
And destruction of all good
With no faces on the mirror
Hatred in the name of God
And hatred for one's race
The time has come for us to see
What triggers this disgrace
The time has come for Jihad
Against all evil acts
From killing of the innocents
To judging with no facts
What hast thou sown, oh ignorance
But seeds of blinding love
The human factor is best felt
When push changes to shove
'Tis not a religion that
Turns gold back to stone
'Tis not knowing what it says
And acting on our own

 

Protests for Palestine 

 

Encampment at Columbia lawn

Finally some are acknowledging the pain

that very few people face

let alone forced upon

and that which Palestinians

have been taking in for ions

The Jews, Muslims, Christians,

Hindus, Buddhists and even atheists

belonging to a pretty big sized 

student body of Columbia

are all coming together for a cause

- to stop the war, genocide,

apartheid and occupation

inflicted on the innocents of Gaza

and other Occupied Territories 

They are setting up colorful tents

to send the oppressed ones a simple message

they are not forgotten 

They are ready to give up their safety,

their Ivy league education, their future

Their only passion is to end the extermination

and the support of the institutional machines generating it forever

The kids spread love and understanding

in few days that grownups  couldn't in centuries

Yet they are being accused, shoved, beaten,

shot at and tazed by the state

and villainized by the commander-in-chief

The young gets it

The Palestinians are being occupied,

dehumanized, hated, caged, abused, tortured, marginalized, starved, kept thirsty, wounded, orphaned, humiliated, disgraced, operated on without anesthesia, threatened, arrested without a charge, imprisoned indefinitely, raped, bombed,

displaced, ethnically cleansed, forced into homelessness, pushed out in the cold, kept in the dark.and did I say murdered?

The young gets it - they are putting their future

on the line

for the people thousands of miles away

This is not even Vietnam

where the college protesters - 

even though mostly anti-war

because of people from both sides

were being slaughtered -

were also against the draft

Yet they are being vilified by grownups

who are sitting on their

safe and comfortable chairs

willing to send in police in riot gears

firing away tear gas and rubber bullets

without even considering these are kids

after all - they need to be treated as such

What is the harm in listening to, and yes,

even very young adult kids 

as they are always on the 

right side of history

The Palestine Revolution

The Palestine revolution is in full swing

and is spreading like wildfire

all across university campuses of the US

and beyond

"Free, free Palestine", "From river to the sea"

"Intefada, Intefada"

are just few of the demands of the young,

of the relentless, of the brave

They are organizing for the occupied

They are shouting for the caged,

They are crying for the thousands of

slaughtered babies, mothers, grandmas and grandpas and countess more unidentified

They are warning the elder statesman

status quo is not an option -

Either hate for Palestine goes

or the person on the helm goes

Make your choice.

Little Hind

It was just a ride in a car

that pretty much any six year old

would find exciting. So did Hind

especially when her favorite people -

her uncle, aunt and yes her cousin -

were traveling with her

In her world of innocence

there couldn't be any place of hate

or for that matter any sense of vengeance

Her universe consisted of asking 

her family for chocolates, toys

along with hugs and kisses

It did not have even an ounce of fear

or even a very tiny piece of doubt

that anyone would stop her from 

living life to the fullest

She didn't even have to believe

in goodness of mankind

That would be a concern

when people are at least a little older

Her innocence along with her future

were both taken away

by the genocidal hands of democracy

The Displaced!

The displaced follows the roads 

pointed to by the authorities

They even name the "safe" zones

numerically to give them an official touch

Yet when the doomed take them

they are blown up into pieces

They are burned and buried

in their most fearful and vulnerable state

Entire families are deliberately targeted

and obliterated with only one reason -

They are Palestinians!

The world keeps watching 

Most condemn but none enforce

international humanitarian laws

being very willfully trampled on

by the protected one

The one giving the protection 

doesn't even place conditions

- not even a single one

on what their closest ally can do

or not do

Instead they are given the green light

even if they continue with the slaughter

 

The Orphans of Gaza

The routine is the same 

night after night

for the last eight months

The drone finds the target

of entire families

Then the bombs take aim

After that comes the destruction

The survivors get to work

using bare hands in the rubble

looking for the loved ones

They just hope for a miracle

to find someone who's still breathing

Some are found with breaths

but without legs or arms

For those who are found alive

may have lost their children

or for a child pulled out alive

one or both of their parents 

could be murdered mercilessly

Whatever the combination, 

it is still hell that has to relived

over and over again - every day,

hour, minute and yes even second

Some are watching in their living rooms

A lot are on the streets and the lawns

of fancy schools

Why always choose one side

When a side kills innocents 

and then another side kills innocents

why can't we condemn both

When a side rapes women

first gather evidence

then gather even more evidence

Then after careful deliberation

and then some more

bring it up to the right authority

When this authority makes it binding

then make sure the perpetrators - even

if they are your friends

get the appropriate enforcement

Why always choose just one side

If one side does something good

acknowledge them

And if a side does anything bad

let them know quickly 

they are in the wrong

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

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