Terrorism is not at all Islamic

Terrorism is not at all Islamic

Terrorism is the blatant exercise of the tyrant who doesn’t belong to any religion even he is away from the religion of humanity.

There has been many articles written about terrorists their lives and much is said about them all over the world but unfortunately the word used today in newspapers and magazines which have made the condition worst is “Islamic terrorism”.

It’s a fact that many peoples who disguise themselves as Muslims commit these kind of acts and we name them as Islamic terrorists. Actually in Islam terror is a sin and a tyrant is the biggest sinner who must be cursed. According to Holy book of Islam, Quran, “Tyrant should be cursed and punished”.

Well, it’s not the religion that make you the terrorist as there are many oppressor’s all over the world belong to many religions they harm others commit crimes have lust for money and name their work as their mission but the terrorists who disguise themselves as Muslims name their mission as “jihad”.

Even they don’t know the meaning of it and try to manipulate and make their own meaning for their good.

We as humans must think first about humanity and try to remove the thinking the cause the hypocrisy, which lead to the birth and rise of a terrorist.

Nobody is a born terrorist it’s their mind which is so filled with blind faith and brain-washed by some uneducated selfish bullies who deem them as scholars.

If we want to fight with terror and want to eliminate it so we first have to eradicate all the tyrants nevertheless they belong to any religion any caste or are a big shot.

We are familiar to every incident of terror all over the world and who all are responsible for it but we don’t know the real reason behind it why some people are so heartless that they can kill innocent people just because they want something out of it, it’s a reckless ignorance by our selfish mind to move away from it than to confront it.

In a political and larger front some countries make terrorist to become imperialist some nourish them to rule others and some save them to save themselves, it is the fact that a layman can’t do anything about,

But they have to face the harshness of their leaders, terrorists and have to suffer between the clashes of both as what happened in Iraq, Afghanistan and in India too[e.g. Gujarat].

So if we all unite as humans and not discriminate between religions and focus on to save humanity then only terrorism is being dealt with right way and by justice.

I thought than pen is a sword that can cut boundaries and can strike many hearts so I have made a beginning let’s continue it and make your pen work for humanity too.

Its is the poem I have written when America was in war with Iraq It's published In THE TIMES OF INDIA NEWSPAPER MAGAZINE -

UNCLE SAM VS. HADES

The reign of world war III comes with the slovenly blow

On the homes of mankind, imperialist takes on infidels

Saying it’s the only way to cease terror and save citadels

Praying for the peace and extinguishing the battle fierce

But cognitive to the saboteur Bush’s coercion

Warfare is protection or destruction of vitality?

Who will gain and who will loose,

All those invading humans are goose

The whole world is in extremity prevent it, rescue it

No one has the right to subdue it

Bombs volleying, innocent dying, nothing achieved

Estates burning, terrorism increasing, humanity deceived

Is the world ready for Armageddon?

Don’t worry vulgar are on...

Just a word

JUST A WORD

Just a word you said just a word you read
you gave me fortitude on that armor I tread

you speak to me a sound of glee
please don't misunderstand me that's my plea

but why destiny played with my will
when you please my depression and applause my skill

Oh! so beautiful those were the days for me
the laughter we share the nights we see

your advises became for me the lifelines
on which I ponder my life as I had not my own coins

I have the long way to go and it seem
that you gave me your kind hand
which will help me to stand on my woes
with you as a true friend

But at last after that just a word
the story took a new turn
You went away from my life and
I waited for your return.........

Pure Truth

PURE TRUTH

Mingle with the lies if mind and heart
don't hesitate a truth to start

It is a contradiction consisting of reality
mean it, clean it and put out naturality

It is as deep as sky but also as distinct as your eye
to comprehend it is to pretend a lie

serve not the hackneyed truth but pure
unless you will find yourself insecure

woes, weeping, pain are the reals
no one has the life of his own pearls

Love a lass or intend only for her
you would experience a level pusher

it realizes that it is hard to say
lie sojourns awhile,while truth could stay

Last time my insights provocation
coaxed me, I am waiting for the right occasion

But I don't know when it tastes bitter
as hopes are about to splitter...

Plight of English poetry nowadays

Nowadays English has become a universal language everybody understands everybody speaks all over the world but the era of English writing and poetry is gone, when the big play writers novelist and Poets were very popular and people love English but today few people understands it.
As it's the era of youth so there is less interest of English poetry among youth or to say least because it is only read by the school children and students as it is in their course.
English literature is being manipulated now with more slang and abbreviations.
The era of poets like William Shakespeare, John Keats, William Wordsworth ended a decade ago but some people like me want to revive the legacy.
We can't go near their art neither the kind of poetry and the way of writing poems they used to amaze us with but at least if the there's talent in some peopole of the world then we must encourage to save English poetry.
I am here with my poems hope you all will like it.

A poem

This is my work which I'll always relish. Thank You God and My Uncle.


A DATE WITH NIGHT

When trees stop blowing wind, when oceans
Stops crying that’s the time we meet
With sweet hellos I greet, and ask-

Why are you so silent and quiet?
Why you have gloomy ambience and no delight
I seem to love you at first sight
Bethink you it’s incredible, quoted night

I want with you a moonlight supper
O’ My goodness you need to suffer
My dear from the restlessness
No it gives me more consciousness

Don’t you have any friend?
Merely one whom God had send
Who made my darkness to shine
The stars my brats from divine

Is none praise your beauty your hue
No fortunately there are a few
But they all are miser creep sobs
Mum’s the word from their gobs

As when they close their eyes
They sometimes dream dawn skies
Although knowing I am there
They do not care to hear
Me, when I lay like nightingale
The shadow, all my endeavors fail

Don’t worry I have made you my true pal
I’ll stand by you wall-to-wall
My dear why don’t you like morn
Sighs of sun stroked penuries make me forlorn

So in such an atmosphere of dove
Give me your hand my love
And make your person content don’t sleep
In the condition that you’ll not weep
I accepted your proposal from my black heart
Hold me dear to caress you apart…..

Ode to My Uncle

He was late Mr.Rizwan hyder My maternal Uncle who made me what I am who discovered my talent my inner strength of being a good poet and writer.
I have started writing poems under his guidance since when I was in Class 7th and I still remember my first poem was "God is Great" which was Published in The Chronicle newspaper magazine of Bhopal.
Unfortunately he was the only person whom I adore more than anyone in my life as he completely understood me and it's really surprising that after him nobody understood me.
I am starting poetical journey with this blog to give a tribute to him who made me to emerge as a good English poet.
This poem is dedicated to him-

MY UNCLE

My dearest uncle and my only true friend

Who sort out my hidden ability and gave me his hand

To make a new image and succeed

He rooted in me an emerging seed

A legend a dexterous a peculiar Wight

His encouragement to me in every plight

Plucked up and totted my mind

This outdid my power to go against wind

His way of coping and pragmatism all feature

By which he seems to be a paramount creature

His philosophy means very much to me

That, revealing superiority is an askew

Lamenting woes is the effete dew

O’ Mama I am missing you……….