Across That Wall

Across That Wall

Maqsood Hasni
Abuzar Barqi Kutab’khana

June 2017

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Across that wall
Choice still in hand
How and why
Cups and lumps

The new era
Eyes are for looking
If doubts apper
Birth yay
How could they stay more?
No more
I saw a land
Read from eyes
Should it be necessary?
The white did his job
Suicide
Crown ever remain
Not for silver or gold coin
No, not at all
While that for all

Light needs no roof

But the new generation
I resubmit
Don’t be worried
Choice still in hand

Across That Wall

He put eyes on a wall;
Across that wall was
Laying a vast desert.

Man has reached the moon
And has forgotten earth relations.

Morning will appear
From church and Mosque
A story of sweet dream

O man of earth!
Get up,
Get up from dram.
Man of the day will,
Other wise crush everything

Earth uterus has opened
And cotton comes out.

But people have again forgot
All pains and troubles.

Choice Still in Hand

In the place of blue sky,
Smoke and clouds dark are
For flying birds,
Neither east nor west.
It’s a question:
All communication have broken,
If so, who will touch the cradle?
No voice, except orders or demands.
It is a true:
Birds are in the space,
Earth and shady place.
Not less than hunter’s hands
Dear birds,
Let me know your choice:
Surrender or fight,
Prison or death,
Charity or hunger?
Nothing for you, but
Choice still in hand.

How and why

If someone says:
Close your eyes,
Shut the door of listening,
At that situation,
For a moment,
You may imagine and comment:
What will happen,
How will the heart land be safe.
From what and why?

Cups and Lumps

If the cup hasn’t tea,
Lips never touch its brim.
It is true that
The blind know nothing about lights
The wise don’t think except wrong.
But a mental sometimes
Does or thinks right.
For thousands of years,
gods of temples have been doing nothing.
But listening a lot.
Where there is no tea or lights,
Why do the great people say:
Come to us, come to us
We have tea and lights,
But cups and lumps
May be your own.

The New Era

On a white paper
He wrote in red ink:
Hunger and life are
Two different trains but
Where earth and blood.
Are different things,
Death loses meanings.
One thing more I noted:
The white was not white now
The Red changed its blood and temperament.
While You Know
It is strange
We start life from tops.
No doubt, flowers are up
But honey be got from earth
If the bee does not get it
From flowers?
Nothing is everlasting
Except relation with earth

While you know that
Peace prizes are granted to those
Who refused earth relations.
I Be submit
Sometimes,
From the abdomen
Of thick and deep clouds
The sun appears.
Grain plants always
Grow in sandy field,
Or talent from huts,
Thirst at banks,
Roses on graves.
I resubmit,
No hurry to die
All inferiors have to live.
On earth or sky
Nowhere peaceful sleep,
Or soft clay.
Crown ever Remains

Eyes Are for Looking

Why do people hate black?
Clouds have hunger’s solution,
Blooms for the pale,
Life for the dying.
Laugh for the angry
Chance for singers.

Why do we hate black?
Black has blue
Blue is thirst of eyes.
Could you bear green drops
From green eyes?

Why do you hate black?
Sick is the neighbour,
Dust in the hair,
Hunger in the huts,
Thirst for mercy.

Eyes are for look
But we do not like to look.

Ruling here and there
Here haven’t existence
There have not survival
But a dirty and hot pot of ………..
The king is very kind but
He hates all these society killers.
Don’t worry, his soldiers are very a active.
Soon the world will remain for the fewest.

Eyes are for look
But we do not like to look.

IF DOUBTS APPEAR

If doubt appears,
All colors lose color.
But love is an
Evergreen world’s heavenly tree.
Its leaves and flowers never faint,
Nor lose beauty but look charming.
Here is no room for doubt and hate.
If doubt appears
For a sweet song,
Nightingale cannot live
Mind and heart will lose grip on time,
While time treats like a hungry lion
Nothing to think, nothing in sleep, nothing to do.
I stress to believe and trust
By mind and heart
Otherwise claimed love will be nothing
But a mad laugh
Or routine talk of the king.
Birth Day

May these words before the eyes fall
Of a gentle, cooperative, taught friend Martin Hal:
Martin, you have lighted torches of knowledge
Not only I but the world men
acknowledge
The prayer comes out of my heart:
May you travel in long life’s cart!
May joy go above galaxies of sky!
May your thoughts, desires fly so high!
May your life out number numbers!
May you become one of star’s members!
May your birthday bring great mirth!
May your life find the greatest worth!
He will be there

How Could They Stay More?

People prayed for the holy rain;
Clouds of mercy appeared but
Drops stopped in the air.
No possibility was there to take back
Because God never draws back His orders.
It wasn’t fault of the earth;
It was human blood
All over the earth.
No room was left for
Holy drops, but they were to come down.
Water and blood when met
Love, peace and mercy,
How could they stay more?
How could They Stay More?

No More

God created Adam with clay
To use all colors
Not only red and black
Colors change colors
Yet colors never change nature, but
When things look black,
Red becomes important.
Life is like the ocean
First bank nowhere,
Second has not yet been discovered.
Divided into three:
Black in the east,
Red in the west,
Brown in the gaps.
Living in gaps always think
Should life be so?
How can their thoughts
Be considered pure and clear
As have been worn

Some from east
Some from west?
Do you know?
Where desires don’t come true
There one or three
Remain no more
No more?
No, not at All! 88

I saw a land

I saw a land
Where man wasn’t man
But skin and dress alike man
Eating silver and gold,
Drinking blood with cold,
Ever looking for more,
Honey worlds in oily mouth,
But poison in thoughts.
If man, for eating and drinking,
Sweet and honey laugh,
Laughs at man,
That land isn’t for giving
But just taking and taking.

Read from Eyes

Should it be necessary to talk?
How can words reflect inner happening?
Eyes are, in fact, mirrors.
Nothing is in the world but your eyes;
A world of meanings I find there.

Don’t show your fake anger:
I have read there
Love for me.

Often, we know,
Not ready to accept,
We hide a true and pure heart
Which is openly unjust.

Witness can be hired
But what is the need of a witness?
With a kind and sincere look
He can be acknowledged

With the universe of emotions and thoughts.

Don’s accept,
Read from eyes
Believe only in a merciful look.

Should It Be Necessary

Should it be necessary?
Beef and butter for the poor,
Or they live in their own homes?
What is
Air and sky
Earth and food, in fact, are
Not for the poor?
They must use contraceptives.

Lo! What a good idea
May be thrown in the river;
What need of the them here?

This way:
Man for fish
Fish for man.

Water and land come near
When stars spread over the sky.

I often think:
(Whether) it (is) sufficient?
If yes,
Why so people light lamps?
Why does the moon appear?

Should you believe?
That horrible weapons are not enough
To win wars by techniques
Or by God gifted courage?

Meanwhile my son gets up
That means dawn is about to break.

Again a question arises:
From where does the dawn appear?

The moon and the sun
Failed to realize hope and dream.

Does not it mean?
No sky on their heads?

Once again I think:
Should east search
Its own sky
Or look to the big boss
Though from far?

The White Did His Job

A black and a white
Met at a table
Both were noble;
The black had money,
The white knew tricks.
Te host offered wine to the black
Whereas the white took tea
In green and red lights,
The white did his job,
The black was not there.
But a sick,
Like a dead body
Was sitting at the door
And begging for meat and wine.

Suicide

In the past, whenever
Clouds would come in the sky,
Earth never remained fruitless.

East is too hot
To wait for rain and rain.
But no means
Clouds are not in the sky,
Unlucky are the prayers.

People know, after rain,
They will remain no more;
Surely, it will be suicide.
The White Did His Job

BUT TWO MORE

God created man and sky
Man to bow and bestow
Sky for stars and Moon
Man creates robot
Conquer man
Robot for work and labor
While man for prayers
As well as for slavery
Not only two
But two more
Many gods
To break and prayer
Sky of flame and smoke
To kill Gods creatures

CROWN EVER REMAIN

Life could not be seen from one angle
All results, at present
Are not complete and perfect
Hunger is equal
May big or small
Cod oil and meat
Have energy and heat
Well energetic
Crown ever remain
With foolish and deaf energy

Not for silver not for golden coins

When stars appear in the blue eyes
Moon refuses to face blue and black
However dew drops never hesitate to kiss rose
Blue and black when comes near
Surely doubts appear
Do not crush love and dearness
While distance kill all sweet thoughts
Love can never disturb hunger
To put at the door of money lord
Where man is not man
But an ugly toy for kicking
Or for a cruel laugh
Or a duster for his costly shoes
Love remains,
Necessities can never shut its mouth
Mama knows that her son have to sleep
On unpaved road with hunger and thirst
Street dogs,

Don’t forget, they are not as cruel as earthy lords
Love, but remains mighty
Go and see,
A woman still standing at her hut door
Waiting for her dear son
Oh! My God,
He is still sleeping with the none dear dogs
They have nothing and are nothing
Priceless, regardless workers
They live and earn for people
These silent workers die for society
Which like to earn profit?
But not want to invest love and mercy
Give nothing but get a lot
Despite of all unjust,
Mother doesn’t follow the rules of society
She loves her dearest baby
Not for silver not for golden coins
Not love for love
Love is in her nature

NO, NOT AT ALL

When eyes refuse to fall a single drop
Valises of heart become brine
Faith seasons wear torn sakaaf
There eyes tickle down abhor smoke
You think bomb has power to kill man
No, not at all
Ill look is more cruel then Qayamat-e-sugra
Feel free to clear the misunderstandings
Otherwise they will wear barbaric dress
Then nothing will remain into your mighty pocket
It is resubmitted
Man is the Lord of lards
But when no more
Than what will be worthy of brighten Sun
Endless sky has how many stars of thoughts
And shining on the web of soul and mind
No one knows the depth of Time River
Who can be caged the bird of thought
I tell you frankly

Ribs can never stand
If the prisoner stop or refuse to work
A few more red lines are shivering with fear
No way is left
So-called human dears
Think that they rule over all black and white
But time is above all colors
One thing more,
Only thing will stand
Man for love
Love for Man

While that for all

It is a question
Why sleep not comes
Does it fear of death?
Or hunger
Or troubles of bad days
Or some disease
It maybe debt
A lot of money is also
Waste of sleep
If nothing,
Artist never sleeps
God knows,
Great art when appears
In sleep only be amuse
While that for all

Light needs no roof

Hate of bad deeds
If suddenly increases
That will be a proof
To love with God
Bad deeds are necessary
Good ones
Don't forget,
You are moon of earth
Sun for universe
Darkness spread
Shine like moon and sun
Light needs no proof
It proof itself
Not wrong ideology
That love is not a theory
But a piratical way
For all and always appears from dark

He will be there

Dream road never leads
Man of the day thinks:
Man knows nothing
And will follow him blindly
If awakes
Surely, it will be murder of democracy
What democracy?
All power for one
If many but depend upon one
That one may crush many
By many how house be rejected
Have no escape
Dream is nothing man knows
But dream is sweet and pleasant
Man is running with all sprits
No destination no destination in sleeps

He will be there
From where gets start

But the new generation

Milky cows and fruited trees
Have lost value
The old Asian
Like to eat and drink
Imported and west labeled things
Milky meat for Gulfaien
As they have money
Fruited fuel for Indian dead bodies
As alive never fruit
But the new generation,
Like to live and work in the west
The Asian mother and wife
Still black and untidy
Some who live in cottages say:
This change maybe
New world order
And we feel nothing about it

I resubmit

Some times, maybe
From the abdomen,
Thick and deep clouds
The sun appears
Grain plant always
Growth in sandy field
Or talent from huts
Thirst at banks
Rose on graves
I resubmit,
No hurry to die
All inferiors have to alive
On the earth or sky
Nowhere peacefully sleep
Or soft clay

Don’t be worried

It will be a misfortune
But whenever by chance,
You slip from heights
Don't be worried
And not look at organs
Organs could be mended
If soul wounded
Organs will be a tasty diet
Man-eaters, as living not far
Man shape is not sufficient
God grants qualities
When create a man
A man is in a man
Don't reject that man
Wounded souls
Never approach nor could help
Even their own self
While others are far

WHILE YOU KNOW

It’s strange,
Life, we ever start from tops
No doubt, flowers are up
But link with earth
Could be challenged
Honey up from earth
Bee not gets it from flowers?
Nothing is everlasting,
Relation with earth till man
While you know;
Peace prizes granted to those
Who refused earth relations?

Choice still in hand

In the place of blue sky
Smoke and clouds too
For flying birds,
Neither east nor west
It's a question
All communication have broken
If not, who will touch the cradle?
No voice, except orders or demands
It's true,
Birds are in the space
Earth and Space
Not less then hunters hands
Dear birds
Let me know your choice;
sunder or fight?
Prison or death
Cherty or hunger
Nothing for you, but
Choice still in hand

Across That Wall

Maqsood Hasni
Abuzar Barqi Kutab’khana

June 2017