Saturday, May 29, 2010

The Sect Most Abhorred, Taliban

Infidels all, savages and murderers
The foul, faceless fundamentalists
The ones who lust for blood
Feeding on the agony of their victims
The so-called Muslims
Defiling the name of Islam
And of the Prophet of Islam
Did God command them
To be the executioners of His children
Did Prophet sanction killing
Muslims and non-Muslims
Does Islam teach not love, unity, harmony
Who is nurturing all this hatred and hypocrisy
The all merciful Allah commanding Muslims
To be hateful and merciless?
No sects existed during the life of the Prophet
The severing of Islam with the knives of ego
Is a man-made creation
Creating Sunnis, Shias, Ahmedis, Wahhabis...
Who is worthy to be called human
Should this question not become
The prime concern of the scholars of Islam
Denouncing the followers of false piety
Who dare divide the indivisible God
Into chunks of personal idols
Worshipping the idols of rage and cruelty
Inside the ocean of corruption
Within their hearts and souls
The hum of drones is no more terrible
Than the chant of pious lunatics
Drumming terror and violence
Spilling the blood of the innocent and the defenseless
Where are all the learned mullahs
Speak you all, rise and plead for peace and sanity
How ineffable the expanding of love
Which could embrace and discipline
Even the executioners of love
Make it happen
One raindrop after another
With the grace of merciful God
A miracle sublime

O ye messengers! Eat of the good things, and do right. Lo I am aware of what you do.
And lo, this your religion is one religion and I am your Lord, so keep your duty unto Me.
But the mankind have broken their religion amongst them into sects, each sect rejoicing in its tenants. 23: 51-53 Quran

But seek the abode of the Hereafter in that which Allah hath given thee, and neglect not thy portion of the world, and be thou kind even as Allah hath been kind to thee. And seek not corruption on earth. Lo, Allah loveth not corrupters. 28: 77 Quran

Establish worship, pay the poor-due, and bow your heads with those who bow in worship.
Enjoin ye righteousness upon mankind while ye yourselves forget to practice it? And ye are readers of the Scripture! Have you then no sense? 2: 43-44

It was by the mercy of Allah that thou wast lenient with them O Muhammad, for if thou hast been stern and fierce of heart they would have dispersed from round about thee. So pardon them and ask forgiveness for them and consult with them upon the conduct of affairs. And when thou art resolved, then put thy trust in Allah. Lo, Allah loveth those who put their trust in Him. 3: 159 Quran

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Bridegrooms of Death

Please look deep into your souls, Taliban, and pluck out that lamp of ugly threats, replacing it with the light of beauty in friendship. Woo not death for yourself and for others, and embrace the miracle of life as enjoined by God. This earth is the gift of Grace from Almighty to be cultivated with love and peace, not to be riddled with the bullets of hate and violence. Look again, deeper and profounder, into the souls of your soul, look for that star of virtue which guides toward wisdom and goodness, search for peace within and without...

Nay but the chosen of Allah is he who fulfilleth his pledge and wardeth off evil. For, lo, Allah loveth those who ward off evil. Quran 3:76

Kabul, the bride of the Moghuls
Ravished and desecrated
By the breath of the bigots
Stripped naked of her silks and jewels
Wandering desolate
Into the heart of the pine-valleys
The gardens blasted and scarred
Nurturing black soot
From the seeds of raids and bullets
The flowers buried with the dead
The lost bride wailing alone
Kneeling beside the tomb of Babur
Stricken and bereft of hope
Come back, Padishah
The song and feasting in your palaces
And the dance of color in your gardens
Awaits your return
Reclaim your Jerusalem, King-Kalendar
Console your bride of youth
Scorched and abandoned
By the lamps of zeal and tyranny
Reviled by Taliban
Console her heart with couplets divine
From the gold-dust of memories
Yes, come back
Heed the pleas of your bride