“I” without America “Poem”
Posted on October 24, 2020 Leave a Comment
I without America is incomplete
Erase America from world map My existence will vanish
I will be ceased to exist once and for all
What is America? Who is America?
It is “I” singing million souls
It is “I” without a soul and body
It is “I” without diversity
It is the “I” without blacks
It is the “I” without Hispanics
It is the “I” without whites and Indians
It is the “I” without immigrants
It is the “I” without refuges
It is the “I” without humanity
It is the “I without the world
It is “I” of being and nothingness
It is the “I” black in brown skin in black neighborhood
It Is the “I” a black, the real strength and future of America
This innocent “I” is incomplete without America
To Norris “Poem”
Posted on October 23, 2020 Leave a Comment
To Norris I say, my shadow and my brother
Hear this! first When I Saw you! You were like the stranger from CAMUS novel
Another influencing chapter came in my life that changed something
To all Those nights we spent hanging out on streets late at night philosophizing, drinking, nagging and learning
How can I Repay you?
Is it by Following up our new learned ways in place of the old ones
Or Is it by cursing each other in realm of some lost nostalgia
We understand not therefore we better distance our aspirations and never talk
For in silence we understand not but understood ourselves
Like the empty sound of a wind with force but muted
Like the earth and moon face to face but far away to listen and to vex and to answer and to argue, to motivate, to inspire and to win
Banks of River Jhelum “Poem”
Posted on October 22, 2020 Leave a Comment
On the banks of river Jhelum I dreamed greatness
I visioned defeat of Alexander the Great on banks of River Jhelum
I read books after books on the banks of River Jhelum
I took long runs on the banks of River Jhelum
I took a swim in River Jhelum
On the banks of River Jhelum I planned my journey
On the banks of River Jhelum I wrote my first poem
Who is Iqbal “Poem”
Posted on October 22, 2020 Leave a Comment
Who is Iqbal asks a Negro?
How can I answer?
Who was Iqbal? I don’t know either
I told him he was an Indian poet that’s all
“Thy abode is not on the dome of a palace”
“You are falcon and should live on rocks of the mountains”
These two lines was all I could say in response and left
I came home disappointed unable to answer who was Iqbal
On streets “Poem”
Posted on October 22, 2020 Leave a Comment
Tonight I walk on the streets alone
Have you ever took a walk on the streets alone?
It feels so empty and meaningless
Cars pass me by
Many souls wander on streets
It’s dark with horror stricken loneliness on the streets
Stars shines far away in the sky
Planes fly up far away in the sky
How does it feels like when you have nowhere to go?
Everybody must have somewhere to go?
To whom those souls on the streets belongs?
To all the wandering souls on the streets you are like Moses without destiny
To all the homeless on streets you are the face of humanity forsakened
You all are children of Adam forbidden from homes on streets
Exiled “Poem”
Posted on October 21, 2020 Leave a Comment
Plato exiled poets long time ago from his republic
Where are the poets now? I search in vain
Poets are exiled from reality, friends and foe and from the world
Poets express what they feel and see only without doubts
I saw a young man searching for a utopia today
I saw a lover condemned to death
I saw Odysseus lost in foreign lands
I saw a young man alone on the heights of despair
I saw a beautiful young girl laughing
I saw a homeless begging for another drink
I saw a man preaching God not humanity
I saw workers laboring from morning to dawn
I saw birds singing and dancing
I saw a revolutionary cat domesticated without consent
I saw an old man eating Cuban sandwich hiding from his past
I saw men exiled from their loved ones
I saw the freed man from prisons eating Shabang in corner stores
I saw devil and the God playing in our hearts
I saw all and nothing then exiled myself from the world
In writing these words I exiled the modern men into a poem
Exiled all are modern men from their own lives
Mr. Nobody “Poem”
Posted on October 20, 2020 Leave a Comment
How does it feels like when you are nobody?
What it feels like having nobody to talk to?
When you can’t take it anymore
But you ought to exist and bear the burden of existence
What should one live for then?
When one has nothing but uncountable heartaches in future
A nobody can be somebody in the eyes of others
But to oneself one only knows pains and sorrows to all extent
Jesus alone knew what it feels like being crucified
That he has to endure all the suffering all alone
In greatest pains and sufferings and death one is always alone
This void and this emptiness can never be filled
Life is but a dark comedy at its best
A nobody is a person in loneliness
Somebody please throw a party
Let this nobody be something for a moment
On Manliness “Poem”
Posted on October 19, 2020 Leave a Comment
What is a man? Philosophers asked
Man is something that must be surpass said Nietzsche
Man is the will to power said Schopenhauer
Man is the means to propagation of human species said Charles Darwin
Man is the image of god said the Bible
What is God now?
The will which is a thing in itself
A will which creates and manifests all life and it’s form
Man seeks to create the impossible
Manliness ccomes from manhood
Manliness is satisfying a women
Manliness is masculine god like figure after all man is a creater
Was Buddha a man or something more than a man?
Who was Zarathustra?
Who are these modern men?
If not the demi gods
Booze “Poem”
Posted on October 18, 2020 1 Comment
Al little booze and music do no harm
A little poem and mere words waste no time
A little hangover do no good
A little laugh can hurt no body
A little tear ease the soul no more
A little drunkness is not that bad
A little walk takes you nowhere
A little thought comes no sooner
A little just a little everydayness repeats no more
A little smile catches no hearts these days
A little confidence leads nowhere
But a little booze ceases existence
A little booze freezes the world for a second
For a second the body dances in the air
A little booze beats my heart no longer
A booze just a little booze some nights awakens the dead souls
Latinos “Poem”
Posted on October 17, 2020 Leave a Comment
One must speak Spanish in Tampa Florida
One must imitate the way Latinos behave
So artistic and so free are Latinos
Corona and Modelo they only drink
Latino women are real women
Have you ever seen a Latin girl walking?
Every guitarist follow their rhythm
Cuande? She asked when? I say right now
She smiled and said “Que Va!” I grab the book and try to learn a bit of Spanish to impress her
I learn a few words from a Mexican friend
I told him tell me something that I say to her!
They laughed and say you must be born in Mexico to have her
I protested I’m a get her number and they laughed more
Cancion del mariachi O beauty of Latin world give me your smile and take my life in return
I danced to the movement of her lips in air
I almost died seeing her walking by me like some magical being
I closed my eyes and try to forget her
That is how I end up tonight in Spanish class to learn the language
Hasich
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