Finding the Way.....

keep tears in your eyes

and pyre on the lips.

if you want to survive

then expound your true self

idolize the stones on your way

than the crave for destination

and .....

then the streets will make your way

..and say,,,,,

 'continue the odyssey' .........

(Majid Marazi)

RISE FOR GAZA

Is it not the blood.....

that is spilled on the streets of Gaza 

then why not your faces turns red ?

is the water in your eyes dried up....

then why don't you wail and cry up ?

are you counting the wounds and corpses....

what about the spirits that are lost ??

what happens to the world...

where is the humanity ?

when pure buds are lynched....

why are not heavens bursting ?

when wombs are robed...

where are the Messiahs of love ?

when peace is crucified.....

Is there any god that existed ??

then where is he ?

when dreams are slayed.....

If it is Gaza today,

tomorrow it can be your home

then why should you remain silent ?

when someone's nests are bulldozed....

if tyrants absorbs your frame...

did you remain silent ?

then why don't you rise ???

then why don't we rise ?

then why don't I rise ?

When someone's shade is charred......

Majid Marazi

A Dog ..........A Mad dog

I befriends with the man

from his birth

barking on the shadows

which pests his being

escorting his creed 

and the herds...

i was guided by the time

of being tried and true...

in scorching days 

and restless ebbs

I follow his path on every walks..

culling his solitariness

with my woofs...

i was the buddy of all sorts

barking and biting

is in my traits 

but one lauded 

and rest fated.... ???

why this bias girdled his fame

is it the choice that graves his name ?

my woof is prudent

but bite folly

which is cured by excision only

no love soothes me

is the faith...

but an adz or a gun to decimate.

and here man slaughters a man

lynched the rewards and gifts pain

spills the blood in the drain

and is aided in contempt of

being "Insane"....................

???????????

(Let Silence beholds our Cry....)

Majid Marazi

i am sacred of dreaming now

Oh my Beloved
gander in your soul
and listen to your heart
or let me yaw dumb....

how I can behold the bliss
when it's like a sand
  slipping from my hands..

don't call me inept
helpless or insane
if you are vexed by this
then change your way....

have youu glare
at the blooming flowers in the garden,
is there any love in the
gardeners gaze.... ???

i fetch many gloom's
with smiles..
laughing at my anvil chorus

now i can not hide my tears
lends them way to breeze
and the vapors on my face
to freeze.........

the delight is not my mistress
but a pro tem keep
and...
i am sacred of dreaming now
to make her eternal

i accept................
  frailty of remitting you all,,
what u wish for...
but, whatever you shoves at me..
let me bear that......

ed.(Majid Marazi)

THE FLAMBEAU....

She is not a mystery
or a crooked soul
she is a restless bird
free of abode....

she is an ocean
and a world herself
painted in colorful views
 a sky with many rainbows

She is Different
This is great about her
She think that this's not fair
She is never the way they like
But she never wants to hide it

They always stare at her
She isn't their type of girl
She is different but herself
She never feel any shame

she is open and shakes with many
she is natural who abhors penny
a cryptic frame with pure soul
she is not a fragment but whole

She loves her own way she attires
Never has anything to confess
she is butterfly housing on flowers
But when she returns to her so-called home
She feel even more alone

People always bench her
No one cares to know her
she is a tramp.., as they rap
But they never let her to say

she never demands
but disperse smiles
on every one who is nigh or far
she is sensible and selfless

Her black hair are donned with stars
she is the light that oust veils
Her sparky eyes hides her fear
But sometimes they too felt helpless and tear..

                                                                                                                  (Edited by Majid Marazi)

I myself become love...

Chanting the name of my love
I myself become love
Call me lover, an adorer an insane
no one should call me precious
They say that the path of love is very long
cruel and scorching
What should I tell you about love ?
Come inside my soul
and stay their forever, my beloved
You are inside me
you outside of me
you are every bit of me
Your are my every thing
the fakir says, I have no existence without you my god.
how should i explain my love
My cachet does not seize by being a whore
I must dance to win my love.
Let me dance to win my love.
swearing of my being
that my god would never be upset
if i know how to appease her
why should one talk of
Masjid Mandir or Church..
why should one go there
when one can worship
by looking at Her...

(edited and translated by Majid Marazi )

Ash...........

Your deep dark eyes

reveals the story of your being

the innocence of your soul

I want to drown in them

to reach your heart

to house in forever

You a lustrous candle 

burning to waif the darkness

but a killer to moth

your rondure a blossoming garden

with all flowers of life

a spring of redolence !!!

You the princess of Eden

alluring than the houri

a celestial bride, the goddess ....

how hard it is to restrain 

from your glimpse

the gaze of grace

your existence a gaper

and i am adoring you

to boast myself ...

(Majid Marazi)

...........Life...........
life... a skiff
in the mizzo of blaring gust
fenced by the wildfire..
with no mirth allover

life….a Manor
in the middle of the woods
on a burly wall….
abutting a waterfall !!!

life…..the rainbow
with all ensigns
the joys and opulence
torments and insufficience

life... a prelude
of itching dreams
and mounting imprints
with no postludes….

there are many Everests to climb
untold seas to sail
myriad walks to beat …
and a life to illuminate ...........................(:~

(Majid Marazi)

 

Desperation....

Desperation ?

Surrounded by the crowd
and the cronies all around 
why is she still all alone ?

Like a bright moon in the dark night
glistering all alone
in the company of stars ....

Housing the mask of happiness 
on her beautiful face
Despair girdling her Soul...

My love, the part of my life
Why is she still apart from me ?

Is it my misfortune 
or the play of destiny ....?
When there is so much of reticence between us
even my heart beating in her soul.....

why is this long distance,,
that keeps us far away ???

(Majid Marazi)

The Advent of Asura .................

Run my people run

With your souls

The goblin of Sadism is in the offing

With grubby guiles and con leers

Laden with the daggers of dissever

Glaives of bellicism..

Huff and apartheid!!

He'll filch the pelvis of poor

Bereave them of their share

He, the dearie of magnates

Nuts and bigots!!

Together they will ravages us all

Our licit faith and dreams

Oh you splinters, squirrel

Yourself deep under the curtains

or enrobe in the green array

With the crescent

He; the sire of Fuehrer

more iniquitous than Hitler

There are more gulags to open........

Auschwitz’s repetition,

Blood to be squandered

Lives to be nipped,,,

The young, old men and women

to surfiet his impiety passion ..

Just run my people

With your souls

The Goblin of Fascism is in the offing

With grubby guiles and con leers

 (Majid Marazi)

Oh You Moon

Ocean kissed the Heaven

on Horizon.....

the darkness walled the Sun

Stars alighted from their mansion

but !!!!

the moon buried under veil !!!!

murk of conceit and pride ...

frost and apartheid !!!

and ...

the earth lotus away

wailing for lambent....

his elegance ravaged

grandeur hewed !!

swamping beneath

eclipse and effete !!!

but......

the Sun will fountain

with new adulation

reverie and veneration...

waif the prevarication....

oh you moon

fervid of your light

beguiled by self...

with no lenity !!!

still is revered by me .....

(Majid Marazi)