when Raindrops Fall

The falling drops
touching my window pane 
the silver drizzle
I see your lips, the rainy kisses
the misty wet hands, I used to hold

the days go long
the moment when i went wrong
like the lyrics of gloomy song
But i miss you my darling
when raindrops fall

i miss you my darling
when raindrops fall

I am not a Writer, Painter or Actor

I am not a writer
but, I write
on the shreds of my thought
about a boy
selling socks
in the cramped streets.
Selling not to corn his pelvis
nor to build castles
but for the light
which brightens his Cadaver.
his "school fee"

I write on the leaves of my palates
about a women,
working all day in our neighbourhood
Working not for bright apparels
nor to stud herself with jewels
but to pay debt, her boozer husband..

I am not a Painter
but I paint
on the canvas of my being
Red, blue , dark , green

all colours of Life.

I don't paint faces
but the feeling ...
I don't paint Noses
but the smell
I don't Paint Eyes
but the gaze
I don't paint the tongue
but the voice..

I am not an Actor

but I act,,

I act not to win name

or to gain fame...

I act not to horde wealth

in the rusty, murky boxes

but for the Survival..

I act Every time

When asked about my label

by a Khaki man

I act for joy,

to mud happiness

on all shadows around me..

my friends, my foes

and My Beloved.

I act for her

every time I breathe

veiled in lies, the sprinkled  puns

but I act ,

every time before her

I am a Writer

I am a Painter 

I am an actor

but am  Human too ?

She say's, "No"....

I am ruthless,

I write no ordeal

but pain on her soul

I paint , not the colours

but bleeding sores 

on her celestial bod.

I act not for bliss

but deriding her being..

I am Not a Writer , 

I am not a painter

I am not an actor

 

© Bilal Majid. All rights reserved

Remember my beloved, remember,

Remember my beloved, remember, 

if you try to remember

you will remind everything

My beloved

The waves in your heart

will take a tide

remember, the rainy, wet nights

we share with each other 

Remember all blissful seasons

our journeys on horizons

Remember my beloved

you will remind everything

your heart will melt 

like a candle 

when you remember

the Henna on your hands

All doors will open a new

when you put, the hermit hole 

of your sanity in restrain

your eyes will dream of me again.....

Remember my beloved , remember

you will remind everything 

Remember those days 

when you dance in the rain

in the lush green woods

witnessed by old ruins

in black and green

when we hold hands together

not for the day but for ever

remember my beloved remember

 Remember that cold touch on your cheeks

with my silent lips

and your shivered body 

frosted with iciness 

Your head on my shoulders

my nose in your mountain of curls

and my odour which tempts 

Remember my beloved, remember

if you try to remember 

you will remind everything

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)

Being Single

"Being Single doesn't mean you are alone."

I cherish being single. I keep my pulse high and steam low, I don't feel running or rushing for anyone now. I don't feel that I am in need of anything. I  am not worried about my testosterone's desire to date or  to push me into a relationship. Because I am happy now. I have got a pursuit to live life higher and better. I feel free from inquesting or echoing and shoving expectations from anyone. I am feeling high on the heels, like sauntering on the clouds over oceans and mountains. 

 Being single is not doleful or like  riding on the ship of melancholy. it means immunity and independence from expectations and explanations. it is an ecstatic epoch of life. it is an eon of devotion and appreciation for self. it bestowed the time of understanding and realizing the dreams and desires of life. It is not the end but a siesta before an elongated odyssey. It is an inception of loving and letting yourself assuredly alive. Celibacy is a key to the conscience and consciousness of one's character in looking and overlooking himself or herself positively .

 It is preparatory foyer before the flinty audit of life. Examine and Inquire yourself that if you would be devoid of a companionship, then what life meant to you ????

"Blast through that lonely feeling; it’s not real. We are never alone."

Peep into yourself you will find yourself girdled by many chums, awesome and elegant, angelic and alluring..

In prosperity there will be bunch of shadows swarming your entity and at the time of adversity they fades in the darkness. When one is in the pain and grief, many voices around tries to bring reconciliation and relief but they only utter but not touch the pain, it is only you that experience and feels it...It is you who stands like a bulwark against the bitter tests of life.So live for yourself...

Kick the life and beat the drum listen your self and follow your dreams, dreams that make you live...Push the limits, fuckoff the limitations, enjoy every moment of life. Spread smile and laugh on everything. Set your goals at the highest. Live longer and higher... Life is a one time opportunity, do justice to it coz after your death there is nothing even the darkness...Hell and heaven is mere construction of the hallow mind. Love everyone, have faith in yourself and do believe in others ability too, but rely on and trust yourself only !!! Grab every sort of opportunity, be the first in taking assignments and be the first in finishing the tasks.

Life will come with both thorns and flowers but it is up to you to make an exquisite  choice.. Be the father of your Successes and Failures.. try to limit your failures and extend your success...

Life is a gift we're given each and every day. 
Dream about tomorrow, but live for today. 
To live a little, you've got to love a whole lot. 
Love turns the ordinary into the extraordinary. 
Life's a journey always worth taking. 
Take time to smell the roses... and tulips... 
and daffodils... and lilacs... and sunflowers...

(Anonymous) 

(Majid Marazi)

Let us be Strangers again...

Let us be Strangers again...

The time has dropped its anchor

and we should yaw strangers anew.

I shall shun the hope of grace from you

and you should not glare at me

with your unreliable glance.......

My heart shall no longer carve for u..

my soul shall be silent... and

will never cry for you !!!

i will bury my desire deep

and turn my eyes blind

ears deaf and tongue dumb !!!

you just sojourn faraway

don’t come close to me...

lotus away as much as you can

never halt my existence with your presence

be there where you are .....

the dark shadows are my new chums

and the disgraces of past, my new allies ...

(Majid Marazi)

(Kashmiri) People of Kashmir

By: Bilal Majid (Majid Marazi)

The origin of kashmiri people is as  mysterious as the origin of Kashmir itself. Nothing is known of the early ages when aboriginal tribes dwelt on the banks of the mythic Kashmir lake or in the recesses of dense forests.  Albeit the earliest accounts are Hindu, but when or how the cult was introduced is not known yet. However,  the rock carvings and other material remains of prehistoric times found in many parts of Kashmir, like in Burzoham (3000 BC) show that the area has been inhabited from Neolithic times.There had been various opinions regarding the earliest  inhabitants of Kashmir. According to one theory, the earliest inhabitants consisted of a mixed Indo-Aryan population of Mons and Dards who find mention in the works of Herodotus, Nearchus, Megasthenes, Pliny, Ptolemy, and the geographical lists of the Puranas. However, the theory, that the Aryans were central Asian invaders and kashmiri’s belong to this stock is challenged by the historians like M.K. Kaw, Baikunth Nath Sharga who uphold that Aryans were indigenous and not foreigners, and belong to the “ superior breed”  with highly developed intellect. According to them Kashmiris, who belong to this group,where actually the decedents of those intellectual saints and sages who dwelt on the banks of mythological river,Saraswati, and migrated to Kashmir Valley after it became extinct around 2000 BC. According to another theory propounded by the Orientalist scholars like Francis Bernier and Francis Younghusband, that Kashmiris are the lost tribe of Israel. They cited many examples to justify their stand as they provided the evidences that the surnames of Kashmiris and various places are identical to that of Hebrew surnames and places.However, the theory, that the Kashmiris form a branch of the race which brought the languages of Indo-Aryan type into India, is a fact established by the evidence of their language and physical appearance. But the period of their immigration and the route they came by are still disputed points among the authorities on the subject. Suffice it to say that they have till now preserved a distinct form of culture and in ancient times would have produced a civilisation like those of ancient Greeks, which might have made a greater mark in the world history if they had been in contact with the sea, with ready access to other people and other civilisations. The kashmiris since the time immemorial have contributed to every branch of knowledge. In religious philosophy and understanding they have no match. The people of Kashmir had immensely contributed to the religious philosophies  of Buddhism, Shavism. Tantaricism etc. and left a deep mark in there manifestation, growth and promulgation. With the spread of Buddhism, many scholars came to Kashmir from far-off lands for research and the study of the various schools of Indian philosophy. Being situated at the finest location, where three Empires meet ( China, India and Central Asia), Kashmiris came into touch with the Roman, Greek and Persian civilisations, and this synergy led to the commencement of composite culture.

 The people of Kashmir are acknowledged for their phiz and fine forms. They are well built as Europeans, and their faces have neither Tartar flat nose nor the small pit eyes. Kashmiris are celebrated for wit and wisdom. They are considered much more enlightened and creative than the rest of Indians. In poetry they are not menial to Arabs and Persians and are very exertive and conscientious. In artistry they have no bout, the allurement of their palanquins, bedsteads, inkstands and other wooden and ivory crafts are really phenomenal and are are adding magnificence to many households across the globe.Superstitious by nature, Kashmiris are generally calm, modest and God-fearing. Regarded as peaceful in character, they are considered extremely warm, friendly, and hospitable. Ethnic penetration and conversion took place from time to time, when swarm of foreign intruders entered the vale from central Asia and India. The Huns, Chaks, Mughals, Pathans and Sikhs ruled Kashmir for some period, and tried their best to amend or change the cultural pattern of the Kashmiris, but no one could accomplish in altering the elegant and distinct character of the people. Sir Francis Younghusband concludes,“ kashmiris have remained as they were despite living with the proud Mughals, heartless Pathans, obstinate Sikhs and hard hearted Dogras.”

 Kashmiri Pandiths have been profoundly religious people, religion has played a cardinal role in shaping their customs, rituals, festivals, fasts, ceremonies, food habits and the worship of their deities.live a simple and frugal life. Individualistic and largely intellectual, they avoid manual labor and cling to professional and administrative jobs. Due to the terrorist activities lately, many of them have been uprooted from their homeland but the government has been trying to relocate them here. The Kashmiri Pandits do not have castes like Hindus in the rest of India.

Kashmiri Muslims are generally more active, energetic and charismatic, and are considered unrivalled craftsmen, known for their time-honored intricate and beautiful designs that they produce on papier-mâché, wood, silver and gold. Shrews businessmen, they also indulge themselves in agriculture, sheep rearing, cattle rearing and other cottage industries. Ninety percent of the population in the valley professes Islam of both Sunni and Shia sects.

     Kashmiri Woman often refered as ‘eve of  the Asiatic Eden’ is renowned for her beauty all over the world. Bernier, who visited Kashmir in the late seventeenth century, wrote, the women especially are very beautiful; and it is from this country that nearly every individual, when first admitted to the court of grand Mughals, select wives and concubines, that the children may be alluring than the Indians. Kashmiri women generally have such adulation for jewellery that their headgear, ears, necks and arms sparked with ornaments. The typical ornament that Hindu women wear is the Dejharoo, a pair of gold pendants, hanging on a silk thread or gold chain which passes through holes in the ears pieced at the top end of the lobes. The Dejharoo symbolizes that the Kashmiri Pandit woman is married. Muslim women wear bunches of earrings, the weight of which is supported by a thick silver chain along with several bracelets and necklaces. The whole ensemble lends a most artistic effect to the appearance of Kashmiri women.

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