Tuesday, January 3

Jiaur Rahman


BlogJunta - An ode to the Blogosphere
 Crimson Blood
The one you abhor
I call him Lord

His crimson blood
trickles 
drop by drop...

And it soaks my soul
pore by pore
in eternal love...

I call him Allah
I call him Ram
His scars embalm 
my tarnished essence...
And
the kernel of
 Karma
Sprouts within..

I call him Jesus
I call him Buddha

You ask me...
Who is he that you love?
God's shadow
Or Incarnation?
Reality
or Imagination?

I say:
He lives in me
He lives in you
He lives in us

Atheist though you are
One day 
You too shall 
believe

You too shall 
grieve
His death

But...
His pain
is nothing to you...

Because
YOU
yourself
Callously
Brutally
Demonically
Murdered him...
Slaughtered him
Killed him!
His love is unending
undying
unfettered...
It remains
embossed
As my quintessence
© Anukriti Sharma 2012
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5 comments:

  1. Really Wonderful!...... just flowing!!

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  2. Reflection of the poet's conviction of a omnipresent God. Her deeper insight and wisdom enables her to identify God with everything that shines with consciousness and the attempt by men under satanic impulse to destroy marks of divinity. Her strong belief that everyone would come to realize his greatness one day smacks of her optimistic spirit and deeply entrenched spiritual values

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  3. It is sad to see an educated despite of knowing "God is one" slaughter mindlessly on the name of Jihaad.

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  4. Har baar kisi gautam ke liye kyun khoon se tar kar lete ho
    Ye haath apne...,
    Ye haath mere ?

    Kabhi Ram ke naam pe masjid ko,
    Kabhi zikr-e-Khuda pe mandir ko
    Kabhi qaum-e-hadis,Kabhi deen-e-sanam
    Kabhi jalwa-e-but,Kabhi ahl-e-haram...

    Kabhi rang-e-hina
    Kabhi rang-e-shafaq
    Kabhi neel kamal
    Kabhi mahar-o-ufaq
    Tum jaane kin-kin dhokon se ye apne daagh chupate ho
    Aur ghayal kar bebas Gautam ko, jhoothon ki rida udhate ho.
    Phir zinda rakhte ho bismil ko deenon ke razakaron ke liye
    Aur maut hazaron dete ho, din-din in bazaaron ke liye

    Jab yuun phir uski iffat ko tukde-tukde kar lete ho
    Tab nang-badan, sar niguun kiye kisi suli par dhar dete ho

    Ye khel bahut dekha humne;
    ab dil bhi,aankh bhi bhar aayee...
    Ab rahne do ye kizb-o-riya !
    Ab rehne do ye masihayee !

    Main jaan gaya ab sach kya hai-

    Main jaan gaya kahin koi nahin...
    In bebas fakhta logon ke
    Duniya ka masiha koi nahin !

    Kyun aas lagaye baitha huun,
    "Sheehon ka masiha koi nahin"

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