سولھویں سالگرہ نور وجدان کی انگریزی نظمیں

[نور وجدان]

"sometime you have a lot of things to say but you remain silent!
On times, your voice is scrubbed back to your mouth but you thunder and rattle !
This is how life goes on with symphonies and cacophonies!
You juggle up these voices for adventure or being fearless !
Life grabs you , tightens you and folds you twice like a string !
You still muse and joy over it ,
You remain happy and calm!
Because it is your choice and you made all the things for you !
Sometime Allah gives you strength and power , fame and love !
You misuse it for your happiness and tried to crush others !
On times ,you become god of little things and stick them like a master !
You gamble ,drink ,steel ,lie ,fool like a skilled affectator!
When people leave you alone ,
Call you corrupt and hypocrite!
You sue to Allah and He forgives you without saying ,
”O`man you became God !”
Sometime Allah makes us empty and penniless and lonely !
On times, you are betrayed and bullied by others !
You show meekness and sleeve your inner pain !
You bend to Allah , weep , sob and ooze salty water !
You continue it with unending complains , croaks and hisses !
This is the life that goes with fights and cackles !
You blame why are you born in this world?
The mystery remains unresolved !
And you bygone hollow black holes !
After so much heat and energy waste ,you turned black!

What Allah says to us is very simple and logical !
This world is mine , time is very short !
you have to give the exam,
and solve the paper

The one who controls the nerves either in success or in failure ,
The only one amongst you would be the diamond of next world !
I receive your complains , sees your agonies and pains !
I watch how powerful plays with powerless !
I listen to the voices of powerless coming from the heart touches the highest temple of Sky !
So all of your fears , pains will turn into happiness and happiness into shame !
O` My dear creature !
O `my beloved man !
I will keep the balance at the end and divide all pains to grabbers !
No more fears ! No more pains ! No more
tears !
Just go on with life !
This is just the exam !"​

2013 Nov

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سولھویں سالگرہ - نور وجدان کی انگریزی نظموں پر تبصرہ جات

 

[نور وجدان]

Marxism

The world would dwell in space .
Revolving images would sketch space.
Physical distancing would mount ,
Our Visualization of space .



People would discover new relationships;
Of their paternal and maternal belongings ,
It will be matter of their choice .
The new generation will first go near to ''Apollo ''


The system of respect would be entertained.
But in a new a way ,like the encounters of the God of Son.
All would rear each day,to see glimpse of thy,
He would met all, lit and went .


Seasoning misogyny would be faded.
Raining love would enlighten Artemis wings;
Thy wingswould light and give soothing smell,
Which World would never have.


''Love conquers all '', will fertile ,
Thy feminist-space of ideas ,
Which Keats could never found ,
And lost in ,''La Bella Dams ..."
Nor like the suicidal encounters,
in the plays of Shakes,



Marxism would be prevailed all around.
Austen would be happy in limited range.
Moon-sun tides would never imbalance.
There would be no Oedipus and Electra,
Neil `s philosophy would be a burial deep.

Feb,2012

 

[نور وجدان]

The Black Stone !

I intended to pronounce to go on Pilgrim
I vowed to engage in the function ;
where all the world is in Rim
I was in,
Where all the world was immersed and enthralled ,
I called on to throw stones on Satan,
In the place holy and sacrosanct,
I threw on stones and went on like whirl of rim ,
The Satan was in grim ,
Bewitched and bemused of ceaseless ecstasy
Of hurling and flinging
I touched the black stone ,
Kissed it with raptures of revenge ,
I became cloud nine
Then, I was totally fine .

Swoon and intoxicated of a good throw,
I became holy and sainted ,
Calling , calling and calling ,
"I am chime of holy wheel" ,
In a full swing of rhyme ,
Like a ding dong concerto ,
Like a obbligato presto,
Like a chorister in a holy shrine .
!I was holy benign

I called on to throw stones ,
In the place holy and sacrosanct
I babbled to swipe all profane,
Like a tweet of bird ,
Like a shot of rifle,
Like a crusade mission ,
To touch again black stone .
I vowed to engage in a mission .
I intended to pronounce to go on pilgrim .
Mesmerized , mesmerized , and mesmerized I
Like a dazzling snow ,
Like an arrow bow ,
Slinging on skin.
Benign and blin
I touched the black stone

2014​