Literature

Madness | The Song of the Birds

I did not kill myself, i did not pick up the gunWho is thee? Thristy for my blood? Should i run? “I shall stay, i won’t go” he was a liar, a good one,They will leave, they all will leave,…

The State Called Love | Meetings With the Soul

“Exaggerated and excessive” is poetry, they say. Exaggerated and excessive, they find love to be. Perhaps, they both go hand in hand. Is not the kalam e ilahi poetry? Not the kalam of a poet, but poetry. Has the learned man in you not realised yet…

Strange are the times ! | The Song of the Birds

Seen have I, a day,Feared most, Warned many, flee,Fled the wiseHoarded none,I screamed, hoard highHere was a cemetery,Before they died.Who is the mourner?When they mourned none thyselves,Take heed, those who step on these lands,And listen you oh, worrywart, A word of advise,Crows…

The cessation of time | The Song of the Birds

Oh! Existence ! Behold! Stop and listen, hear me cry and mourn, for oh you, the nomadic winds, and oh you the, strong and steady mountains,blazing fire,running rivers,barely visible organisms,highly lit stars,the bringer of day and the day,today you both listen,for eyes go dry,and hearts…

The delusion of death | The Song of the Birds

Ah! What is death? but a mere delusion!?“He is gone” they say! And i laugh!For, Behold the believers of delusion! And behold O Death! Mighty and all so scary!Alas! What shall convey unto you of love! For today God! Himself will behold!As…

The night of melancholy | The Song of the Birds

Tonight, will be dark Tonight, will be silent Tonight will be a night of despairs Tonight will be a night of tears Tonight will be a night of anguish Tonight will be night of melancholy As tonight, solitude, will embrace…

I am a man of needs | The Song of the Birds

I am a man of needs,I wander through the streets,For something i seek,By the nights i cried !By the Days i tried,They asked me what is my need ?You shall never know,Perhaps you never gave heed,If i look at the…

The Beginning of an End | The Song of the Birds

Come! O my friends in solitude! Come! O healers of pain! Come! I shall tell you a word, a word never uttered before, a word untold. I often wonder, what hurts more ? To never ascend to heaven ? Or…