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POEM_: Ab thak chala hoon main / अब थक चला हूँ मैं

Ab thak chala hoon main mere maalik apni maangon se, aur teri daya se. Ab agar tujhe kuch dena hai to bas… ya de mujhe apna pyaar ya de itna sabr ki mujhe koi chahat hi na rahe. - owais ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- अब थक चला हूँ मैं मेरे मालिक अपनी माँगों से, और तेरी दया से । अब अगर तुझे कुछ देना है तो बस… या दे मुझे अपना प्यार या दे इतना सब्र कि मुझे कोई चाहत ही न रहे । - उवैस -- This is first being published on this page

POEM_: Doctrinaire Mindfulness?

Is it merely that I am a little brat inside this middle-aged exterior, a little fool who never grew up, who will not accept any authority? Or is it that, I am a mindful enough human being who rejects, being directed by a doctrine, no matter which? Why do I reject the demand of doctrinaire Islam, which asks me to keep a beard-length, of a fist and a half, and condemn, some tasteless cartoons, printed half the world away? Or of doctrinaire Nationalism, that asks me to watch a mindless game of cricket, and find it more important than the suffering all around me? And equally, the demand of doctrinaire Mammonism, which asks me to (shave every day, and) find ways of exploiting all in order to gain more wealth, the only acceptable end for all, Mammonites, and otherwise? - owais -- This is first being published on this page.

POEM_: Just OK

One day, I figured out that I care about other people more than, they care about me. I was heart-broken. And sad. Then, another day, I figured out that these ‘other’ people also included those that I considered my immediate family. I was heart-broken. Yet another day, today, I find that I care about other people even more than they care about themselves . Evidently, the problem, is with me. Not with the world (as always). And so, now, I am not heart-broken, nor sad. Just… …OK. - owais -- This is first being published on this page.

POEM_: Aap hi badh ke karo / आप ही बढ़ के करो

Aap ke karo un ko naman ho ke na ho Aap hi kijiyega un ko dafan ho ke na ho Mujh se kya poochhte ho mere batan ki halat Khar bahar bhi hain andar bhi chaman ho ke na ho Jis ja baithoon main faqat tujh ko taka karta hoon Tere jeevan se mera aaj gaman ho ke na ho Tujh se milne ko chaloon saath mein kuch to rakh loon Jaan bhi nikle to tere paas kafan ho ke na ho - owais ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ आप ही बढ़ के करो उन को नमन हो के न हो आप ही कीजियेगा उन को दफ़न हो के न हो । मुझ से क्या पूछते हो मेरे बतन की हालत ख़ार बाहर भी हैं अन्दर भी चमन हो के न हो । जिस जा बैठूं मैं फ़क़त तुझ को तका करता हूँ तेरे जीवन से मेरा आज गमन हो के न हो । तुझ से मिलने को चलूँ साथ में कुछ तो रख लूँ जाँ भी निकले तो तेरे पास कफ़न हो के न हो । - उवैस -- This is first being published on this page.

POEM_: Kiska main? / किसका मैं?

Mera apna hai kya? Tum they ya shayad nahin they mere… …par ab to yakinan nahin ho. Aur jisko bhi jab bhi main ne kaha apna- usne khud, ya kisi aur ne mujhe yaad dilaya …ki na mera koi, na kuchh hai… na main kisi ka. Jis se cheezen bhi door bhagen uska hai kya usoolon ke siva? To phir tum hi kaho main unhen bhi kaise chhod doon? - owais ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ मेरा अपना है क्या? तुम थे या शायद नहीं थे मेरे… …पर अब तो यकीनन नहीं हो। और जिसको भी जब भी मैं ने कहा अपना- उसने ख़ुद, या किसी और ने मुझे याद दिलाया …कि न मेरा कोई, न कुछ है… न मैं किसी का. जिस से चीज़ें भी दूर भागें उसका है क्या उसूलों के सिवा? तो फिर तुम ही कहो मैं उन्हें भी कैसे छोड़ दूं? - उवैस -- This is first being published on this page.