Spitting her.....

I SPIT ON YOU.... 

YOUR BIRTH A CURSE

YOUR BRINGING UP IS WORSE

I THOUGHT U WAS AN ANGEL

WITH A BEAUTIFUL FACE...

BUT THE DEMON HOUSING YOUR BODY

COME OUT WITH ARROGANCE AND PRIDE

DEVOURED MY SOUL N WRECKED MY NIGHT...

I SPIT ON YOU .....

FOR BEING CHAUVINIST AND POSSESSIVE 

VIOLENT RESTLESS AND IMPULSIVE..

FREE MY SOUL YOU BIGOT MAROON

ABODE THE DARKNESS YOU EARN

           I SPIT ON YOU........... 

FOR BEING AROUND ME

YOUR APPEARANCE BRUISE MY DREAMS

GIFTED ME RESTLESS DAYS

JUST CASTAWAY TO THE HELL

THE PLACE YOU HARMONIZED..

I SPIT ON YOU ... 

I SPIT ON YOU.... 

(Majid Marazi )

I AM KASHMIR....

I AM KASHMIR....
A BLEEDING TALE !!!
A BURNING ASYLUM
THE SHRINKING HOPES..
THE BLINKING DREAMS
THE MOURNING SCREAMS
THE HEAVEN OF MISERIES
I AM KASHMIR .....
MY WATERS TURNS RED
SPILLING THE BLOOD OF INNOCENCE
THE CHASTITY MOLESTED
MORALITY NIPPED
BY THE CLAWS OF OPPRESSION ...
I AM KASHMIR...
WAITING FOR THE DAWN
THE REVOLUTION !!!
THE" DAUGHTER OF OPPRESSION"
TO WAIF THE PERSECUTION
TO HEAL THE WOUNDS OF SUPPRESSION
YAWED THE DESERT INTO GARDEN !!
THE ABODE OF PEACE AND TRANQUILITY
UNITY AND EQUALITY....
WITH NO PLACE FOR RELIGION
THE REIGN OF HUMANITY !!!
OH ! KASHMIR....
MY HOME MY VANITY
WISHING U PEACE AND PROSPERITY !!!
(MAjid Marazi)

 

Abandoned...

Neither i am Existing nor breathless .
i am not dead but i am not alive

dreams blinks without realization
souls got separated before their union..

what is my fate, i am uncertain
eyes pour down oceans
longing for the adulation

my anima is mourning
crying n wailing..

the nature commiserates with me ...
the dark cold nights haunts me

shivers my body and frosted my existence...
The bright days are scorching n colorless !!
wrecked my hope n presence..

the loneliness had girdled my soul
eyes are longing for tears
and heart rendered beat-less

the dark clouds over my head
abjured to shower ...

my soul is burning
and longing for wetness.... 

in this atrocious world 
i was left.... all alone
abandoned like odds n ends..

(Mark D' World)

I WILL BE YOUR WORDS

I WILL BE ALL THAT WHAT U WANT

when distress girdled your soul

when breathe suffocates your life

when heart rendered beat-less

and the tongue yaw dumb ...

I will be your words

the words of love

the words of hope

when life turns breathless

when rain drops exsiccates your lips

 and eyes crave for tears

I WILL BE YOUR WORDS

the words of resistance

the words of verve

when the cronies waxed to aliens

when the shadows around taunts you

and the smile despises your face

I WILL BE YOUR WORDS

the words of amore

the words of compassion

when solitude wrecks your existence

when the brightness of moon agitates you

 and the sun turns dark !!! 

 I WILL BE YOUR WORDS

the words of amity

 the words of LOVE

(Majid Marazi)

"Dreaming under a Neem tree"

"Dreaming under a Neem tree"

Dreaming under a Neem tree

I caught her shadow behind me

sitting lone on a lawn seat..

embellished in a flowery apparel !!!

I looked upon the Sky

and the faces around me

laughing on my convalescence !!!

I crave to embrace her soul

fondle my fingers on her hair !!!

and the dark moon on her face ...

but......

I decline in disgrace ....

As she was lotus well away

blaring my presence with her flames !!

In this bewildering ambiance

her sighs scratched the skies !!!

the heavens pour oceans

stones waxed to vines ...

and even....

the graveyards come to life !!!

the gods soared to envy her

as they lost an adorer..

Elated her to goddess

"Marazi" shows his reverence

Dreaming under a Neem tree

I seized her shadow behind me

(Majid Marazi)

Tears: the best Pals

Tears: the best Pals 

cronies without ego

friends with no avarice ..

accompanying in bliss and remorse

impending like shadow

in all seasons of life !!!

Tears , the true pals....

unaided by sunny days

and the bright nights..

the allies for all life

in sun and shade

for revel and pain !!!

unlike those alter egos

who rises in opulence

and fades in r grievance !!!

Tears the true Pals......

when my heart yearns for her adoration

like the moth around flambeau

the sprinkles from eyes

abates the searing soul !!!

in joys and prosperity

when prejudice girdled my presence

and pride touches the sky

the showers of eyes brings them down

priceless and bountiful

in deserts and orchids

like the oasis and fountains

in plains and mountains

they chase me all over !!!

Tears the true pals....

(Mark D' World)