Wednesday, August 6, 2014

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 )

Saturday, May 31, 2014

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)

Monday, May 26, 2014


...........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)
 

Sunday, May 18, 2014

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)


Friday, May 16, 2014

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)

Monday, April 28, 2014

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)