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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 9 july 2012

The Impious

They stand on the top of the world.
They look down upon us, with those cunning eyes,
As sharp as a cleaver that cuts through your flesh.
Do they feel pity? Oh! So greasy words-to soothe your pain?
Or, to give you hope? Don’t be fooled.
Don’t you see the smirk! They will feed you,
The words of bright future, only to milk you dry.
Want to point your finger? Go ahead!
But pay the undertaker first,
To arrange a room six feet under.
What are you to them have you ever thought?
Mere zooplanktons to feed on.
They shook hands with Lucifer,
They walk the path of Faustus.
Rights? You want to talk about rights?
With them? Your words will never reach their ears.
They buy a nation and its future in the morning,
Only to sell it in the evening.
They raise impious wars on foreign lands,
Because battles earn them living.

I wonder how much a man needs,
To lead a simple life, and to raise a happy family?
I ask, Is the world not enough for you?
Truly only the soil of your own grave,
Can satisfy your hunger.

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 6 july 2012

Freedom

Estranged by the brick walls
From the outside world,
I sit alone by my window.
I see only sunshine dripping through the bars,
And a blue sky beautiful and bold.
But I live in my shadow.
I seldom see a bird or two,
flying so high and carefree,
I wish I were one of them.
Inside my room old I grow,
moments being shed from longevity,
As I have lost a priceless gem.

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 7 april 2013

The Four Leggeds

Oh! You All humans!!!
God gave you two legs,
When have you started walking on all fours?
Have you no shame?
In the guise of so called freedom,
Have you lost all your restraints?
Shame on you!!!
Four leggeds devours, sleeps,
and go about reproducing without conscience.
What have you done with yourselves?
At the peak of your Glorious Civilization,
What makes you crawl on four,
Buck naked under the Sun of GOD?
Why be the beast of prey,
That can but only kill others for food?
You became deadly serpent,
That can do no good; neither to itself nor others,
But kills anyway, why?
Why do you like being,
Bulls or Cows- Sleep, Work, eat,
And Don't even recognize,
Your birth parents or Children of your own,
While you indulge in carnal desires ?
What makes you any different than them?
Why do you claim to be the torch bearers,
Of the Civilized minds,
When you fail to civilize yourselves?
Humanity is at stakes,
And you are yet to lit the light,
Stand on The Two Legs that God gave you,
But Claim to be Humans anyway.
Shame on you, Shame on me,
Shame on Everyone who has lost the light,
That shows the path to salvation.

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 16 february 2013

Into a Phantom Past

Sitting solitary,
On my old and wooden rocking chair,
I peek through the window,
To my long lost,
Phantom past.

Flashbacks waft in,
With the gentle Southerlies,
To repaint the whitewashed canvas,
Of my age old memory.

Is that infancy?
Perhaps of boyhood?
Nothing seems clear.
Just a feeling of a tender touch,
a sense of harbor,
warms my heart.

I sit on my age old wooden rocking chair,
Peeking through the window,
Into the placid blue sky.
I see moulds of my memory,
in the white soft clouds.

Did I tell you? It was the beginning of summer!
The northwester comes and goes,
And draws the images of my by gone days,
With the brush of gusty wind.

Was the storm real?
Or, was it my peaceful mind,
Throwing a sudden frightful tantrum?
I can hardly fathom.

My turbulent present,
Mocks me,
As I reminisce,
Through my misty past,
To find a tint of gold,
As a clue to a blessed future.

Sitting solitary,
On my old and wooden rocking chair,
I peek through the window,
To my long lost,
Phantom past.

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 12 february 2013

Silence of the Shepherd

You said,''stop.''
And Silence came between us,
Like The Horsemen of the apocalypse,
The harbinger of the judgment day.

You said, ''stop.''
And silence came between us,
Like the scythe of the Grim reaper,
To take my Precious away.

You said, ''stop.''
And silence came between us,
Like The Mighty Excalibur,
As if to pass the rightful judgement.

You said, ''stop.''
And silence.....................
As if Medusa's curse turned me to,
A lifeless stone.

You said, ''stop.''
And silence.....................
It is like the Hammer of Thor,
That pounded my heart,
With frightful force.

You said, ''stop.''
And silence.....................
It is like The Susano,
that tormented my peaceful heart.

You said, ''stop.''
And silence.....................
It is like the deepest ravine,
That stands between You and I.

You said, ''stop.''
And silence.....................
It is like a thousand needles,
That puncture my heart,
with needless ferocity.

You said, ''stop.''
And silence.....................
It is like the endless absence,
Of your enchanting voice.

Silence................................,
It is a wooden box and Me,
Six feet under, in my very own grave.

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 6 march 2012

Undefined

I, to myself, laugh,
What an irony it is! Your beauty unveiled!
What a lovable dame you are!
But I can’t fall in love!
Moments of intense patience,
Have I passed, only to see how beautiful you are!
Pandora’s Box is open, so is my feeling unbarred.
But how do I define this feeling?
I see you, on the other side of the road,
I smile and you blush.
I want to cross the road,
But there is no end to this traffic!
You wave at me.
I look! Your ride has come!
You wave again! But the traffic will never end.
You wave one last time....
I smile …. And say…Goodbye…..

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 2 april 2012

Wasted introduction

You ask me who I am,
I am me, a worm,
“Can be seen by none” worm,
“Yuck! Step on the damn thing” worm,
“Crawling through earthly garbage” worm,
“Trying to wake the goddess of luck from her eternal slumber”
worm,
“Turning, twisting, wriggling my way though the gutter of
the society” worm,
“Escaping from a muddy, sticky hole, only to enter another”
worm,
Looking for a new bright sun on the golden horizon,
The usher of my good hope.

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 5 july 2014

A Tribute to 'The Ball'

Assortment of colors,
Yellow outshining all.
Faces- old and young,
Ladies and Gentlemen.
Perhaps a ball is at hand?

Magnificent Wavy frills waist-down,
Shades of yellow playing hide and seek,
An ornamented gown,
Beautifying a charming Dame,
A Yellow peacock opens its tail!

Arms in lock,
Those fickle two eyes,
Searches where their loyalty lies,
Anxious to charm,
Or to be charmed?

Betrayed Attention,
In the stagnant air,
Of this ecstatic ball room.
Yellow intentions,
Gasping breath and already charmed.

Monsieur James Tissot,
Did you draw Madame Bovary?

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 27 september 2013

Rift

Rift...adrift..grows,
For, so many broken vows.
A day...gloomy and grey,
Although, a Sun, bright and gay.
All bored, and busy...
All alone...within a family.
Millions surround,
Yet, my loneliness I flaunt.
Waking...working...sleeping,
Waking...working..sleeping,
..........................................
Waking...working...sleeping,
And a disillusionment,
And a death bed.

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 9 july 2012

They've got a baby

She’s got a baby!
A toothless,
Eighteen inches,
Nine pounds,
Pain in the ass!!
He’s got a baby!
It flips and flaps,
And twists and turns.
They’ve got a baby!
It wakes when,
The whole world sleeps.
It screams,
And bangs on your sweet dreams.
But the labored mother,
Nor the fatigued father,
Ever complains.
They are the Parents for you…

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