The Breaking News


The dreaded sound, the breaking news
Now several dead and injured few
It’s not the type of news I like
Cause I am not, immune to death
What if a few of millions die
It is a war! is that not true???
Let’s than, accept the damage too
Cause I am not, immune to death
“Amongst the dead are children too”
Not all they say is always true
So let me change the channel please
Cause I am not, immune to death
Look there is good in evil too
Let’s carry on with what we do
Why kill ourselves with the butchered few
Cause I am not immune to death
These are the poor, I hardly knew
They say the governments help them through
Some monetary rewards they get
Off every dead and injured too
It’s not my fault the bomb that blew
Why this should spoil my leisure too
I hardly have the time for me
Why hassle me, distress of few
It’s not the first of breaking news
i nurtured me in similar ruse
So violence does not bother me
But I am not immune to death
No I am not the only one
I live in world of zombies too
Asleep when blood is spilled in streets
Awake i am for breaking news


Solace in Pain – Three Phases To Comfortable Numbness

Prose has never been my strongest suits, yet the urge to explain the  fascinating transformation  i underwent  in the previous few days yielded its way across to a non rhyming form of expression. What I really want to share are the three stages leading to comfortable numbness. The script is highly recommended for people who out of nowhere start feeling “Human” and have never been comfortable with this feeling. People who actually suffer from the pain and torment of losing their homes and family members in unjust brutal wars may not find it very useful.

Once the news of Palestine massacre started pouring in, a feeling of shock consumed me. Thoughts like, how can this happen again? Why someone is not putting an end to it? This total mismatch of a conflict cannot last in a civilized world, quizzed my head. A  feeling of sheer pain engulfed me, in spite of the fact that I in person was not hurt, nor were any of my family members or any of the people I had ever come across in my entire life. Perplexed, i searched  for a reason to justify and understand what I felt and why I felt it. Deep thought narrowed it down to” HUMANITY”. A surprising revelation, as i had always thought that the last bit of human in me  had been lulled to sleep ages ago in this times  of disinformation, deceit  and carnage.
Social media had Palestinian suffering and the Israeli atrocities plastered all over it. The concerned status updates, the pictures of the innocent children stifling under the rubble, videos of lamenting mothers every thing took its tool on me. I wanted to do something to find peace, i looked for a let out, a vent and choose the easiest and probably the only way available to me. I started hoisting and sharing pictures, updating emotional statuses, reading blogs, watching news. Yet this gave my no relief, maybe a momentary sense of achievement, yes, but peace evaded me . The pain was unending as the the killing got far worse, the gruesome pictures  kept getting posted and the unbearable video’s streamed on continuously. The pain I felt gradually transgressed to the feeling of frustration. Frustration at my inability to change anything, frustration at the disregard of human life, frustration at silence of international organizations and main stream media and most of all frustration at the non humanness of other humans.Growing up in a third world country, frustration definitely  was a feeling i was well acquainted with.
As the news of death and destruction continued, my helplessness forced me to avoid the subject. There were reasons to it. Primarily the gory images were not giving me the best bed time thoughts. You have to agree they were depressing, weren’t  they?. Secondly, my heroics of trying to bring a change through social media was not taking me anywhere , my occasional attempt yielded lesser ‘likes’ and fewer ‘comments’. I slowly started talking about fun issues like politics, corruption, sports and power cuts at least they never lost their charm. Thirdly , Who was I kidding? We have so much evil here in our surrounding,  Why do I even need to worry about the mess  miles away. Finally and worse of all, I found  reasons why this was happening to the Palestinian’s, Hamas was most definitely one, the dangerous rockets another, the lack of education  and yes the absence of political will (Were these guys sleeping when Israel was carved in the middle of their lands).Probably it was their own fault.
Having gone through this gradual transformation I sleep much better now. No, No  I’m not numb at all, I am just logical.

The Holy Land ( For Palestine)



What revered, holy land you are?

They took your homes, your olive trees

Ohh! Kingdom of heaven, now cursed you are

They let you gasp the breath they lease

What revered, holy land you are?

Your burning homes, those gardens charred

Those evil men that wretched star

Your love is scarred, your innocence marred

What revered, holy land you are?

Your scream in pain their terrorist act

Your pelting stones at armored car

Their lies, deceit are aired as fact

What revered, holy land you are?

Democracy, humanity, the right to live and breathe as free

Are they not dreams you’ve pushed so far?

So why now deaf to screams you are? Why this pain you fail to see?

What revered holy land you are?

Your silence is admission of guilt

Your judgment not a day so far

Forever none has ruled so far, the strongest realm they might have built

What revered holy land you are?

You’ve seen much worse of times in past

Such devilish men, the Satan’s czar

Nor they shall live nor curse shall last

What revered holy land you are?

You sacrificed, your cherished brood

Ohh Palestine, so brave you are

No one but you, shall last this feud

What revered holy land you are?


The Fallen Grace ( Palestine and Muslim Ummah)

Aloof amongst the dead you walk

Naive of pain within your creed

The stench of blood has seamed within

The air you breathe, the fare you feed


Abused you face, an endless rape

Those stifling kids under rubble’s weight;

You curse the heavens, your stars your luck

Disgraced, accept the sway of fate


Now  whimper not,  when bombs do fall

You should not mourn those innocent souls

You’ve slept for long, now sleep some more

To read to lead were not your goals;


Illustrious past your last refuge

Those men you name your children by

Should they be called to fight again?

Or divine help descends the sky?


Besieged in fear, you’ve lived so long

No hope , nor past can set you free

Rejoice the bruise and bear the pain

As none undo’s an age of wrong


Your plagued souls are weak and frail

Thus none shall bear thou futures weight

In foolish dreams do beggars choose

At master’s wrath, rests beggar’s fate


You lost it all resigned your grace

The day you lost your urge to learn

Your darkened wombs then nurtured brood

Those unread men have cursed your race