Sunday, February 24, 2013

If I were you...


Can you hear my scream?
I may not come from the same clan
But I feel the pain
And use my throat to let out my cries
When you come charging at me
With your swords and daggers
Just like you would
If I were you.

Parvez  Imam
(Published in Financial Chronicle in march 2013)

Monday, February 4, 2013

Horses must be tamed!

I.
Some cheat on a partner.
Some on a little child.
Some on their own selves.
And some are too beguiled.

The world just carries on
Even when it is torn
To shreds as petty properties
That someone else will own
While someone else will die
In some patriotic fight
And valor is rewarded
By those who sit on bribes
And drink from crystal glasses
That shine of blood and sweat
Of all those godforsaken souls
Who tread the beaten tracks.


II.
The horses must be tamed!
For, blinded they can gain
A fortune for their masters
And their sacred, holy claims.
Question not what we give you?
You give yourself to us
“Work is worship” get that chant
Do not create a fuss.
This life, it is but just a test
The real one lies ahead
Way beyond the seven seas
And seven mountain crests.
Where you shall meet the king of kings
And live in luxury
But for that dream to be, you must
First burn in penury.
And lose yourself in the turns and twists
That this story has
About the nether world of god
And all that snazzy jazz.

Till you question, doubt and search
We cannot take you in
But once you submit soullessly,
You are accepted, kin.


So be prepared to sacrifice
Even if we play dice
Give up your wealth, do not look back
Just hail the lord and hit the sack
Those blisters aren’t anything -
An illusion.  So, for the lord, you sing
A happy tune as he rests upon
The feather bed, with his diamond rings
While muses dance to take away
His pain, after a hard, long day.

III.

And you my friend, this is your test
Burnt, hard bread and a heavy head
The scorns, your needs and miseries,
Vanishing wealth and buckling knees
But hail the lord. Just hail the lord!
Inhale the love. Play a happy chord
He’s watching you. He’s testing you.
And after death you shall attain
That coveted place in heaven.
And we shall take upon your wealth
And let our coffers overflow
With sweat and blood that you must drip
Magic, for our modest growth.

And oh, those angels love you so
On either shoulders perched so low
Feather-light yet heavyweight
With morals, pushing you below.
The fairies dance all over you
They love you but won’t interfere
Your miseries are for you to bear
If heaven you must dare.

So in the end what do you learn?
Morality or religious fun?
Someone once said somewhere, somehow,
“Morality makes you do what’s right
No matter what you are told.
Religion is doing what you are told
No matter what is right.”
But right and wrong are relative
Like scales of two dissimilar songs.
Whichever you choose, is yours to sing
And hold the tune along.

But think about those pictures grey
That keep you tied, always at bay.
And the pride, that you have buried deep
Somewhere beneath some little creep.

Parvez imam
(Published in Feb 2012 in Financial Chronicle)