The initial Word popped up, and said :
‘ Write me down. Quick! ‘
Then another word popped up
‘ I would look good next to that ‘
Then another word popped up
‘ I too want to stand in that line ‘
Then another. And another. And another.
All in a row, in their natural order
Comfortable, balanced, at ease
As if they were meant to be.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.
What’s the Crack? Shall I call it Quim?
Or does it answer to Minge?
Do I dive head first into this Muff?
Slurping like a Honey Badger loving the stuff
Cup my hand round Rosy
Make myself at home in Coochy
Gently stroke the purring Pussy
Middle finger warm in moist Fanny
Spread the net to catch the slippery Fish
Open the Oyster and prepare the dish
Bon appetit Tuna Sandwich
Nibble and feel it twitch
Squeezebox, or Snatch, the Slit of sweet pain
Speak in tongues to the Lady who lives down the Lane
Nerve Centre? Pleasure Pod? Call it Clit
Open her Purse, withdraw and deposit
Dig in, dig in, penetrate the Open Wound
Treasure buried beneath the Fleshy Mound
Slip in, slip in, enter the Pearly Gates
Pleasure, come, satisfy your palates
Roll in the Mink of her hot Beaver
Release the musk of her sated Flower
Cupcake, shall I be even more blunt?
Allow me to sing in praise of your Cunt
Some call it Heaven, others Eden
I love to plant the Lady Garden
Along the Tunnel to the back of the Cave
Men desire to be buried in this Grave …
One man not fixated with the junction of your thighs
Nor obsessed with turning on your sighs
I want to give the truth to all the lies
I love to watch the moonlight dancing in your eyes.
( c) Satori Publishing, 2020.
Some people fly too close to the sun
Some people lose control, crash and burn
Most people don’t even get off the ground
Most people live a life they hate, crushed by Fate
Do nothing, happy with what is placed on their plate
The treadmill wears out those who leave it too late
Decide now, cut the strings of the puppet masters on high
Decide now, learn the rules, take control, the time is nigh
Rise up like a god and fly , or lay down like a dog and die.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.
Be silent, my monkey mind
Stop chattering so loud
Leave room to speak in kind
To hear the whispers of God.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.
The rest
The best
Mindset.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.
Tonight do not pluck the chords of pain
All the days of suffering are concluded
Who knows the news of tomorrow?
Blurred are the lines between past and future
Who knows if another day will dawn?
Life is nothing! Apart from this night!
Divinity is possible! On this night!
Tonight do not pluck the chords of pain
Do not repeat tales about the cries of grief
Do not be in mourning over your destiny
Remove fear of the future from the heart
Do not be tearful over the life past
Do not ask for stories about the time of sorrow
Do not ask, all the complaining is done
Tonight do not pluck the chords of pain.
( my translation of a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz ).
(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.
May God not bring you that time of mourning
When peaceful sleep is forbidden to you
Your happiness to date brought to an end
Your life poured into a cup of bitterness
The mirror of your grief melts the heart
Only a swarm of sorrows are eager to remain
Extreme pain the only feeling to remain
Only in a dream does your youth remain
The pride in your beauty completely humbled
The long nights when you thirst for peaceful rest
Your mind thirsts for someone to share your grief
Like a hopeful autumn thirsts for Spring
No forehead willing to bow on your threshold
To submit in devotion, make you rejoice
To trust in false promises of tomorrow
May God not bring you that time to remind you
The restless heart that longs for you even now
The expectant eye that looks for you even now.
(my translation of a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz).
(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.
Spring came, springing anew as if from nowhere
All those dreams, all those days of youth
That had died upon your lips
But after dying, it seemed each time,
All the flowers have bloomed afresh
Theirs the perfume of your memories
Theirs the blood of your lovers
All the anguish has boiled over
Grieving friends too are in dire straits
Lying drunk in the lap of moon maidens
All the dusty chapters of the heart
Yours, mine, all questions, all answers
Spring came, and opened up once again
A new angle to figure out old accounts.
( my translation of a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz ).
(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.
This stain-polluted light, this night-ravaged dawn
This is not that break of day yearned for in expectant hope
This is not the dawn whose desired promise we carried forth
We comrades set out convinced of finding somewhere or other
In the celestial desert a haven for the stars to finally come to rest
Somewhere for the night’s slow, lazy waves to lap a distant shore
Somewhere a safe harbour to dock the ship of heartache
The mysterious pathways known only to the blood of youth
When we friends set off so many hands tugged at our clothes
Reaching out from eager bed-chambers in the Abode of Beauty
Open arms enticed us, the siren calls of bodies in heat
Very dear, but all our love was for the vision of dawn
Very near, pure rays of light rising on her glowing robes
Our longing still strong, we shrugged off our fatigue
I have heard that the dark has been separated from the light
I have heard that the journey and destination have been unified
The behaviour of our fellow sufferers has changed full circle
Pleasure of union is now pure, the pain of separation is now impure
Fire in the liver, the vision unfulfilled, the pain of heartburn
The remedies for this severance have no affect on any ailment
Whence came the beauteous morning breeze? Blew away where?
There is no news yet of the lamp at the end of the path
There is no lessening yet in the heavy oppression of the night
The hour has not come for the deliverance of heart and soul
Keep moving … keep moving … our goal has not yet been reached.
( my translation of a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz ).
(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.
“ I am Zafar !! “ ( YOU are the battle cry ! )
Life measured inside of a blink
Look your worst Fear in the eye
And give it a casual Wink.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.
We shall witness
Inevitable that we too shall witness
The day which has been promised
Written on the tablet of eternity
We shall witness
When mountains of tyranny will be rend asunder
Blown away like cotton fluff
Under the aching feet of the oppressed
The earth will tremble, quake, and shudder
And over the heads of the brutal rulers
The lightning will flash, strike, and thunder
We shall witness
When from the Kaaba, on god’s sacred earth,
All idols will be removed
We the dispossessed, exiled from the holy place,
Will be seated on cushioned thrones
All crowns will be flung aloft
All seats of power will be overturned
We shall witness
The only name to remain will be Allah
He who is absent and omnipresent
He who is the creator and the beholder
The clarion call “I am the Truth” will rise
As I am, so are you
And we, creations of God, will reign
We shall witness
As I am, so are you
We shall witness
Inevitable that we too shall witness
We shall witness.
( My take on a poem by the peerless, and ever-relevant, Faiz Ahmed Faiz).
(c) Satori Publishing,2020.
Jihad personal a struggle against worldly temptations
Jihad personal a discipline to strengthen your weakness
The one lesson learned from times of yore
If you want peace — prepare for war
Jihad personal prepares you against the enemy’s attack
Jihad personal trains you to defend by fighting back
Jihad personal prevents you from attacking without reason
Jihad personal prevents you from launching an invasion
Jihad personal studies hard to root out ignorance
Jihad personal trains hard to branch out radiance
Jihad personal, in spite of the fools, is not a political tool
Jihad personal, fully understood, the best qualified school.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.
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