Khan’s Jaguars lure Urban Meyer to NFL

The billionaire owner of the Jacksonville Jaguars and the richest Pakistani origin person in the world, Shahid Khan.

By Manzer Munir for Pakistanis for Peace

Shahid Khan, the owner of the NFL’s Jacksonville Jaguars, has hired Urban Meyer, one of the best coaches in college football history, as the next coach of his team.

Urban Meyer has won multiple national championships at Florida and Ohio State and has one of the best winning records of any coach in college football history.

The Jaguars are also expected to draft the projected number one pick in the upcoming NFL draft,Trevor Lawrence of Clemson University, to be their starting quarterback.

With the addition of coach Urban Meyer and Trevor Lawrence as quarterback, the Jacksonville Jaguars should be a contender once again in the AFC south division.

The Jaguars are coming off of a 1-15 season and can only expect to improve from that record. Although Gardner Minshew had flashes of brilliance at quarterback, he did not ultimately turn out to be the long-term starter for this team.

It will be interesting to see if Minshew will be kept as a back-up to Lawrence who is presumed to be the starter right away.

Urban Meyer is replacing Doug Marrone who the Jaguars fired after he went 1-15 last season.

“This is a great day for Jacksonville and Jaguars fans everywhere,” Shahid Khan proclaimed in a statement. “Urban Meyer is who we want and need, a leader, winner and champion who demands excellence and produces results.

Indeed Urban Meyer has been a winner everywhere he went in college football. Meyer has a coaching record of 187-32 with an unbelievable winning percentage of 85.3% in as a head coach at Bowling Green (2001-02), Utah (2003-04), Florida (2005-10) and Ohio State (2012-18). He won two national championships at Florida and one at Ohio State before health concerns saw him leave coaching in 2018.

Meyer is one of three coaches along with Pop Warner and Nick Sanan to win a major college football national championship at two different universities.

Pakistani American billionaire owner Shahid Khan bought the team from Wayne Weaver in 2012, and since then the Jaguars have gone 39-105 with only the unexpected run to the AFC championship game in 1996 being the one bright spot during this tenure.

Khan and Meyer have been friends for years and Shahid has been working behind the scenes for a few months to lure him back to football and for the first time to the NFL along with his coaching talents.

The addition of 2020 Heisman trophy runner-up Trevor Lawrence and with Urban Meyer now as head coach, the small market NFL team of the Jacksonville Jaguars are primed for the national spotlight in 2021 NFL season and their fans couldn’t be more excited.

#Trump is #impeached for a second time!!!

Happy New Year 2021! Year of the Ox

By Manzer Munir for #PakistanisForPeace

Happy #NewYear to all of my friends and family around the world! As we welcome the #YearoftheOx, #Covid19 notwithstanding, we should ponder how our 2020 ended and how the next one can be even better, both for ourselves, our families and our communities.

Do you sincerely want 2021 to be better than the years of the past? In that case, forgive someone who you believe has betrayed you, let you down or wronged you in some way. Move on in your life from past events. Make new but REAL friends. Reach out and touch someone, emotionally, mentally or in another non-physical but more deeply memorable way as these memories end up being more priceless than our worldly possessions.

Remember that material things and or accomplishments will come and go but it is the “quality of your human relations that determine the overall quality of your life.” Happy New Year to you all and best wishes from the Munir family to you and yours!

God: Just Trust in HIM

Everything‘s going to happen according to #HIS Will. I am just no longer going to question ANY OF IT since he #hasaplan for me as HE does for all of us! 🙏🏽👍🏽❤️🙌🏽🖖🏽. #ManzerMunir, #PeaceActivist at #PakistanisforPeace 🇵🇰☮️☪️♥️🇺🇸✝️✡️🕉🇮🇳👍🏽🙏🏽🖖🏽

#GodsPlan 🙏🏽


This week in science 12/7-12/13/20

My Planet Is In A Crisis

#SaveOurPlanet and all #Life!

My planet is in a crisis It’s slowly burning down We are all feeling the effects In every city and town Temperatures are rising Icebergs are falling …

My Planet Is In A Crisis

The Dayspring: Dispersing Our Darkness

O come, Thou DayspringCome and cheerOur spirits by Thine advent hereDisperse the gloomy clouds of nightAnd death’s dark shadows put to flight Rejoice…

The Dayspring: Dispersing Our Darkness

Farmers’ Protest : Illiteracy and Terrorism

As the Farmers continue to Protest for their rights, Media, Government and some people have been blaming those Farmers to “Khalistani Terrorists” and…

Farmers’ Protest : Illiteracy and Terrorism

Islam truly is a religion of peace

By Manzer Munir for @pakistanisforpeace

Islam ☪️ is beautiful. At its root, it is at peace with everything in #nature and is a religion of #peace when practiced as preached by our #prophetMuhammad, #TheMessengerOfGod, peace be upon him, ameen.

By Manzer Munir for Pakistanis for Peace

This is also how our Lord above wants us to behave and #BeEquitable and #Respectful with not just each other but ALL LIVING THINGS!!!

It is basically the last of the #Abrahamicreligions with the same basic message of creation and our purpose and the rules that guide this #life.

It is essentially of #peace, #love and most importantly self #responsibility for all of our actions, whether someone is watching or not. I am #blessed to be born in a #Muslim household and I am most thankful for my #Sufi and #progressiveMuslim beliefs ♥️🙏🏽☪️☮️

Awakening With Rumi

By Kabir Helminski for Medium

I have always imagined the quatrain above as being part of an intimate conversation between Rumi and his legendary friend, Shams of Tabriz. We live at a time when those “sweet words” are needed to rain down more than ever upon the soil of our universe.

Those who have discovered the heart-penetrating words of Rumi sense their beauty and urgency. And yet we may struggle to express, let alone explain, their importance. Poetry can be the language of the soul, communicating through image and metaphor something beyond tangible realities. It can lead us to where our footprints disappear into the Sea.

We are starting a collaborative blog, Awakening with Rumi, to share the incomparable richness and universality of Rumi’s legacy. This is not meant to be a scholarly project, but a platform for a living tradition of spiritual exploration. Our approach will be to write about our everyday life experience, incorporating, when appropriate, selections from Rumi that guide and illuminate our experience. We are students on the way, humbly attempting to understand and embody the spiritual truths Mevlana, “Our Master,” lived by.

Rumi belongs to the honored category of wisdom teachers that would include: Plato, Ecclesiastes, Lao Tzu, the author of the Gospel of Thomas, Meister Eckhart, Shakespeare, Goethe, and in America, Whitman and Emerson. He can stand with any of them in terms of his intellectual contribution, and possibly beyond any of them in spiritual depth. Once, when the great German scholar Anne Marie Schimmel was asked to compare Goethe and Rumi, she responded: “The great Goethe is like an immense, majestic mountain; but Rumi, ah… Rumi is like the sky itself.” Her words capture the essence of what Rumi offers: an opening to a spiritual Reality even beyond the majesty and beauty of the physical world, a transparency that allows the spiritual Sun to shine upon us.

Rumi is not a self-help guru. He offers more than consolation to our neurotic anxieties. The ecstatic love he extols is not a form of mystical eroticism. He is not an iconoclast, a breaker of tradition, but an inheritor of the wisdom and revelations of the Prophets.

Using all the rich means of literature, and especially poetry, he awakens our imagination to the presence of the Divine. And as we gradually integrate the images, metaphors, and stories, our sense of reality is transformed, our place in the universe is clarified.

Underlying the vast and complex tangle of his vast work is a clear and coherent metaphysical understanding. The Omega point of nature and all existence is the complete human being. All the laws of the physical world are perfectly in balance, proportioned to manifest the heart-consciousness of the human being who has transcended ego limitations and distortions, and has been so humbled in love as to become an expression of the Divinity itself!

However, if we search on the Internet for Rumi quotes, much of what we find will be a mere caricature of the Master. By the time Rumi appears on Twitter, Instagram, and other social media platforms, his profound and nuanced wisdom has sometimes been reduced to one-liners, watered-down clichés, lame truisms, and misleading over-simplifications.

Everything in the universe
is within you. Ask all from yourself.

What this quote, for instance, seems to suggest is that the individual should be his or her own arbiter of truth and not depend on second-hand knowledge, theologies, and dogmas. This sentiment fits well with our postmodern era in which all certainties are dismissed, in which the sacred is just one option among many of equal or no value.

Rumi would never let an assertion like this stand alone without taking us a further step. He says, for instance:

Listen, open a window to God
and begin to delight yourself
by gazing upon Him through the opening.
The business of love is to make that window in the heart,
for the breast is illumined by the beauty of the Beloved.
Gaze incessantly on the face of the Beloved!
Listen, this is in your power, my friend!

[Mathnawi VI, 3095–97]

What must be sought is a portal that can be found within ourselves, but like a window redirects our vision to something beyond ourselves, the Beloved, the Divine Reality. When that window opens, our sense of ourselves is transformed; we see the artificial nature of what we thought was ourselves. This is a great discovery and a great mystery which cannot be contained, or adequately described.

Since the Internet rarely acknowledges who the translator is, I don’t know whose translations I’m commenting on, perhaps even one of my friends, but bear with me for a little bit longer.

Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. 
Unfold your own myth.

There is no doubt that Rumi was a master of authenticity, but personality development was not the aim of his teaching, and the word “myth” is not a word to be found in his work. And yet it may have appeal to those creating online identities through social media. Contrast this with the “bitter medicine” that Rumi sometimes hands out:

Unless the seeker is absolutely erased,
in truth, he will not come into union.
Union is not penetrable. It is your annihilation.
Otherwise anyone would become the Truth.

[Quatrains: 800]

Often these “internet quotes” are partial truths that can be misleading if one has little knowledge of the spiritual universe Rumi inhabited.

You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.

Rumi would never say this either, because he understands that the individual ego cannot undo itself; rather when the false self faces the consequences of its own ignorance and denial, it is the Divine Mercy that offers a solution, a remedy. And sometimes the true “Breaker of Hearts” is offering us a lesson, the bitter medicine that is needed:

The gate of union has been closed to me by the Friend.
My heart has been broken by the sorrow and pain of the Friend.
From now on I and my broken heart will wait at the gate,
for those with a broken heart have the favor of the Friend.

[Quatrains: 245]

But it seems that once a “quote” is elevated to Internet heaven, it gets repeated and repeated, confirming that many people only read him online. Furthermore, some of the most popular are not from Rumi at all, as far as I can tell, and I’ll be happy to be corrected if I’m wrong:

Yesterday I was clever and wanted to change the world
today I am wise so I am changing myself.

Who is this? Gandhi perhaps?

Your task is not to seek for love but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Actually, this is from The Course in Miracles.

I point these things out, knowing that there are well-meaning people who have found meaning and beauty in Rumi, but have not encountered the true range and depth of his legacy, or have not had the opportunity to experience the living tradition which he represents. And all of us, after all, are students, seekers, incomplete in encompassing the vast universe of spiritual knowledge and human possibilities.

So, if you will allow me to conclude with some words from “our master,” Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi, just one of many possible examples that expresses that more comprehensive meaning to be encountered in his work, a vision of the “possible human” from Discourses of Rumi (published as Signs of the Unseen): Discourse 16:

The “person of heart” is the All. When you have seen such a person, you have seen everything. “The whole hunt is in the belly of the wild ass,” as the saying goes. All the people in the world are parts of him, and he (or she) is the Whole.

All good and bad are part of the dervish.
Whoever is not so is not a dervish.¹

Now when you have seen a dervish you have certainly seen the whole world. Anyone you see after that is superfluous. A dervishes’ words are the most complete words of all. When you have heard their words, whatever you may hear afterwards is unneeded.

If you see him at any stage, it is as though
you have seen every person and every place.
O copy of the Divine Book which you are,
O mirror of awesome beauty that you are,
nothing that exists in the world is outside of you.
Seek within yourself whatever you want,
for that you are!²

This is an amazing view of what it means to be a complete human being, and this view is reflected in Rumi’s own work, especially the Mathnawi, encompassing so many aspects of earthly life — saints and sinners, dervishes and the kings, creatures of every sort, humor and metaphysical reflection, humble fables and sublime supplications — all of these revealing the Divine Love and Intelligence at work.

We hope that Awakening with Rumi will likewise reflect the Divine Love and Intelligence at work in our lives, in matter-of-fact and miraculous ways.

It is clear that Rumi did not take up a position outside the context of traditional Islam. His frequent references to the Qur’an and his love of the Prophet Muhammad are evidence of his alignment with the primary sources of Islam. In a future article, however, I hope to explore Rumi’s idea of the “Religion of Love,” to clarify that Rumi’s Islam is not a legalistic program ordained by a judgmental God, but a spiritual path leading to intimacy with the Divine Beloved.

Within the Ka`ba the rule of the qibla does not exist:
what matter if the diver has no snow-shoes?
Do not seek guidance from the drunken:
why do you order those whose garments are torn in pieces to mend them?
The religion of Love is apart from all religions:
for lovers, the religion and creed is — God.
If the ruby has not a seal, it is no harm:
Love in the sea of sorrow is not sorrowful.

[Mathnawi II, 1768–71]

1. The line is from Rumi, Divan, i, ghazal 425, line 4476.
2. A quatrain by Najmuddin Razi, Manarat al-sa’irin, manuscript at Tehran, Malek Library.

Racial Justice Movement Needs More Whites to Speak Up!

Black and Brown Lives Matter!!!

It is HIGH time for not just my white friends on but ALL WHITE PEOPLE of Good Conscience everywhere, who are NOT indoctrinated in the #cultoftrump, to stand up and not just be an ally in name only but to speak up against #bigotry and #hatred and constantly check these #cultmembers and others spreading hatred and dividing our nation.

Afterall, this is not a black problem, this is obviously a white problem.

Please stand up to bigots and racists because believe me and my personal experience, they are cowards. They will not expect anyone to speak up and then when you show up or stand up and check them, they show their true colors which isn’t red but in fact YELLOW! 😉

WhiteAmerica: #PleaseStandUpforJustice!!!

Please Use your #WhitePrivilege to #SpeakTruthToPower! 👊🏽 🇺🇸 👍🏽🙏🏽

By Manzer Munir for Pakistanis for Peace 🇵🇰

Fuck White Supremacy & Fuck Donald Trump!

#Twitler showing his love for those #VeryFinePeople” Sad to see the kkk in the White House 😞

“I believe that #whitesupremacy resulted from the white man’s inferiority complex due to his lack of #melanin production. 🤷🏽‍♂️ 😂

I could be wrong but that’s my hypothesis! I see you guys running to the beach and the tanning salons and the orange moron in the White House spraying himself for his inadequacies (#justsayin!)

FuckWhiteSupremacy! 🖕🏽

FuckTheConfederacy! 🖕🏽

FuckWhitePower! 🖕🏽

FuckDonaldtRump! 🖕🏽

VoteBlueToSaveAmerica 🇺🇸

And if you don’t agree with me, then #FuckYouToo!!! 👌🏽🖕🏽🖕🏽🖕🏽

By Manzer Munir for Pakistanis for Peace 🇵🇰☮️

India’s CAA citizenship law excluding Muslims challenges the notion of a secular India

With the passage of the CAA, India has become less secular.

In Pakistan, clash between army and protesters turns deadly


By Haq Nawaz Khan Pamela Constable

May 28 at 1:05 PM

 A deadly confrontation between Pakistani army troops and ethnic Pashtun protesters in a remote tribal region this weekend left at least three civilians dead, sparking a nationwide furor and marking a dangerous turning point in the growing conflict between the military and the country’s largest ethnic minority.

The incident Sunday came after months of rising antagonism between the military and the Pashtun Protection Movement, known as the PTM, which has been crusading since last year against alleged abuses of civilians during the extended military campaign against Islamist militants. The group’s leaders have been arrested at mass rallies and warned by the army to back off their anti-military crusade.

Military officials and Pashtun nationalist leaders, including a member of Parliament, gave sharply different accounts of the clash near a military post in North Waziristan, a tribal area near the Afghan border where the army has long battled armed extremists.

According to statements from the military press department, a mob of angry protesters attacked the army post after surrounding it and demanding the release of a man it described as a “suspected terrorist facilitator.” It said the troops tried to use “maximum restraint” but faced “direct firing” and responded with force, leaving three “attackers” dead. Ten protesters and five soldiers were injured, the department said.

But Mohsin Dawar, a national legislator from the PTM who participated in the protest and fled when the violence erupted, said in an online video posted from an unknown location Monday that he had seen 12 people dead and scores injured. He said that the crowd had been noisy but nonviolent and that the troops had fired “directly” into the rally. A second legislator, Ali Wazir, was arrested at the scene.

“The people were peacefully protesting against the torturing of their women by the security forces in a recent raid,” Dawar said. The group had come in a convoy of vehicles and crossed a military checkpoint. When he and Wazir arrived, Dawar said, the unarmed protesters began “chanting emotional slogans,” and troops “started firing straight at the protesters. . . . The military is lying.”

The conflicting accounts were difficult to verify because the military has since cut telephone and Internet service in the area and imposed a curfew in the tribal region’s central town.

Reports of Pakistani troops shooting unarmed protesters drew condemnation from domestic opposition leaders. Amnesty International, the London-based rights group, said in a statement that the government should immediately order an investigation. If the army killed protesters with live ammunition, Amnesty said, it would be a “serious violation of international law.”

But government officials condemned the protest leaders for inciting violence. The federal communication minister, Murad Saeed, said in a speech to Parliament that the protest was peaceful until an unnamed legislator arrived and urged people to attack the army post. He also criticized Dawar by name, accusing him of collaborating with the Afghan intelligence service.

Pakistan’s security forces enjoy widespread public popularity and are often praised for restoring security to the northwest region, after years of terrorist attacks and the two-year occupation of the bucolic Swat Valley by local Taliban fanatics who beat, bullied and hanged people in public.

Pashtuns constitute about 15 percent of Pakistanis and dominate the volatile northwest, where some have violently challenged the state and others have borne the brunt of military pressure. The PTM’s charismatic young leader, Manzoor Pashteen, has awakened national Pashtun anger with fiery speeches that denounce the army as the true source of terrorism.

More than any other ethnic minority, Pashtuns possess significant numbers and potential political clout, both in the mountainous tribal northwest and the teeming port city of Karachi 700 miles south, making their challenge to the armed forces a serious threat.

In a tweet Monday, Pashteen said the army had been using social media to “create the atmosphere” for its “cowardly attack” on the protesters. He said his movement would continue its “nonviolent constitutional struggle.”

The PTM has focused largely on individual cases of alleged disappearances and targeted killings by security forces, as well as other abuses. Dawar and Wazir, its national legislators, have raised issues of military abuse repeatedly in Parliament. Mainstream Pashtun political groups have kept a wary distance from the more radical PTM.

Constable reported from Kabul.




I was in perfect harmony with nature when I wrote these poems. Autumn a season with falling leaves and bare trees is considered by most as gloomy, but oddly enough it inspired me to put pen to paper to make this humble effort of writing these poems.

This is my first attempt at writing poetry and probably leaves a lot to be desired but encouragement is what is required.

I sincerely hope that you would enjoy reading these poems as I have writing them.




2.   NO MORE TEARS   8
4.   POSSESSION   10
5.   THE BANANA   11
7.   SACRIFICE   13
9.   ROMANCE   17
10.   GUILT COMPLEX   18
11.   TILL DEATH DO US IN   19
12.   ENCOUNTER   20
14.   INNOCENCE   23
15.   RESORT TO QUILT   24
16.   LIFE IS SACRED   25
21.   DEATH UNKNOWN   33
23.   LIVE AND LET LIVE   35


25.   INNOCENCE   37
28.   JOY AND SORROW   41
30.   I FEEL CHEATED   43
31.   WHATS COOKING   45




My spirit soars up to the sky,

As I on the lush green carpet lie.


Ecstasy envelopes my always

…melancholy heart,

As, sudden wind blown ripples,

In the pond start.

As the winter suns, warm rays,

Caress my being I do sway


Frolicking and frisking, from here to there,

Like a lamb, the desire, I wish to bear.


May you bloom forever, my Garden of Eden,

Make my thoughts soar upto, The Seventh Heaven.





As you leave for greener pastures,

Tears flown down the cheeks at your departure.


The migrating bird flutters its wings,

Over for it, is the season to sing.


The Bentley turns round the corner

Disappears from sight, now and forever.


I shall miss your nudge and touch,

For our friendship others could vouch.


But since the ‘Sea of Gold’ is at a distance,

Leave for it right now, this instance.





Enraged I stroll towards

The counter,

To involve myself in

A brutal encounter;

The salesman gave me rupees

Five less,

A gruesome mistake that

He should confess,

Was the well aware

Of it,

Or did the mistakingly

Di it,

Remains to be seen

Or is it

My frustration built in.





I own you, your every movement is mine

To do as I please


Why did you do this why did you do that

Raise your voice, or your eyelid bat


Its our of the question I won’t let you out of my sight

You belong to me only to me, you are my birth right


Just the other day your momentary absence felt like multitude

Was it the toilet or were you astray,


I am suspicious, you I possess.

Do not leave me, I shall feel the betray,


Your look and smile elsewhere, your touch

Are all for me, me only,


From others, to be kept at bay

Do not ever make a start with darling, for another,


It will make the other want to come hither

I feel bold and beautiful in your presence


But am at a loss in your absence

I own, you, you I possess,





So I am meant to be fed to the monkey,

Wail till you have an encounter with my peel,


Without the night, stars you shall see,

For still life I join hands with friend apple,


Different shapes of me decorate a cocktail

I lie on the table as the knife slices me open,


An incision in my centre, split into pieces,

My seed in you sprout a plant


The likes of which you have to see to believe,

They should call you sprout a plant


I make ‘shakes’ about the reference

What you treasure to eat,


Out of which you should not make mincemeat





While jogging I tripped over lace,

Next time tied my shoes with grace,


I sang out of tune at the dinner,

Practice, well almost made me a crooner,


I fell when somebody pulled the chair away

Brushed my right hand, to my Utter dismay,


It was my turn, I said

Tit for tat,


And hurt to my content,

The guilty brat,


In the run with,

Trail and error


I have grown to be

A lot wiser.





It seemed like my paradise was there to stay,

Everything I always wanted I possessed,


To hold to cherish till, I was dead

The envy of the crowd, I swayed to the rhythm


My heart heat and my breath hummed,

We were five in all, two boys and a girl,


The mild summer and a picnic by the beach

Snowflakes on the mountains not our of reach


On holiday or at work

Happiness and contentment always at my doorstep,


Suddenly fate started changing for worse,

The truth came home, not an act to rehearse,


He had to leave my side for greener pastures,

The children went along, all for one, one for all,


I was left all alone, to wipe my tears,

One my one they left me for a motionless floor,


I was all alone, all alone.





Hold my hand, take me to he land,

Where name nor brand,


Will come in between true friends,

Shall go to their house,


Feeling like a louse,

Smiles, warmth, mirth and cheer,

Encompass me from all sides…


Take me away from my swing of mood,

Feel I well and good.


True friendship is hard to find,

With materialism in mind.


Wherever you are, come and touch me,

For mi am abound with sincerity,


A friend I receive…

To avoid the mire….


Always be there.

Give meaning to my blank stare.





I love you, my dearest, my cherub,

The sunset and sunrise are for me a spectacle & to behold


Because of your warmth I do not feel the cold

Of the cloudy, dark winter nights,


Logs to burn I need not, nor do indeed the light.

Tomorrow is always a day to look forward to.


In your company life is a bundle of joy.

A tear rolls down my cheek, and shines and sparkles


It beautifies my skin and gives it a certain glow

In your adulation it had to flow.


I captured to kitten through your eyes,

And whispered a lullaby by your sound


Togetherness should last and last.

I am in love, I am in love.





Enclosed in a shell like a tortoise,

Keeping away from the lively movements & noise,


My own I fail to recognize,

Do not shake hands with me please


I am no more, no more at ease,

I suffer from a guilt complex,


Was I the one to destroy a friendship

Or lose my temper in a relationship.


The other day I threw some litter on the road,

Turned a deaf ear to the call for prayer,


I suffer from a guilt complex

I am amazed at my faults.


Have I them or have I not?

Is it just the state of my mind


Or has somebody without cause have me to remind

Of a non-existent situation,


Will I ever surface, 1 suffer from a Guilt Complex.






Last night I woke up from a dream,

To realise, that it was not what it seemed,


My companion for my relaxed hours,

Was wet through and through…


No I had not done it…

It was the thunderstorm that possessed it:


I totalled the time,

That flew past the chime,


That rung from my alarm,

To raise me with charm


Out indeed I shall pay no heed

The mattress and I look alike


Bulging from the sides-out, vital statistics 40,40,40





On my travels such was my plight,

Did Gulliver or Passepartout with all their might,


Slip in a puddle in broad daylight

Were they bait, to such a trait,


In their Sunday best waiting for a suitor

Who would pronounce romance truer


The mishap with the hair

That turned bald and bare…


Thinking of the worlds miseries…

Had there been no fisheries


No salmon and no trout

To bring about a prick in the mouth;


With the writing to bleed

Promising a bond in a deed.









From the moment a child opens its eyes.

To the world and its ties:


She nurtures it like a steadfast rock,

Right from pant to frock.


“And I shall guide you,

On the path that I walked on,


Before you came along.

In sickness and in health,


In poverty and in wealth,

Whenever I needed company,


You gave the note to the harmony.

Sit tight little one…”





As the child looked with his eyes wide open,

I thought, on innocence I would write a poem;


Unaware of the sins committed by society.

Oblivious of death and calamity:


Playing with a toy gun in the hand,

As if the real one has not harmed the land;


Exist, does a lie, denied,

The solemn truth will always preside;


Early in the morning shall I arise…

To greet with a surprise;


The coin planted in my garden

Shall hurst into a tree?


With the money, chocolates I shall buy

And build a house, Hansel Gretel style





The dark cold winter night,

Bring a shudder and a chill to the might


The star at a distance so high.

Part oblivious, because of the cloud in the sky,


The severe, pouring December rain,

From which even the umbrella covered, refrain.


I love to stay indoors,

And protect myself from the downpour.


I snuggle up warm and cozy in my eider-down quilt,


Watching television, sipping coffee,

Plunged on my bed, with my pillow at a slight tilt





In the Garden, the blooming rose.

Tucked in the vase, in a pose.


The sweet fragrance, spread in the air,

Lending grace to an otherwise, room bizarre.


The rich red velvet of the petals.

The crowning glory of the green sepals.


The beauty of this natural piece,

Has at last now, withered and died;


Reminds one all the time,

Life should be lived to the brim,


In case this virtue is denied.




If there can be appeal

In the scar on that face,


I will take my weakness

With a lot of grace,


If every tumble gives you a chance

To rise erect with a new stance,


When the going gets tough

The tough get going


Yesterday, I fell to-

Get up again and start moving.


In the classroom the young boy

From his neighbour snatched the toy.


The truck rammed into the car

With all its might,


Killed the occupants and threw

Them out a sight,


The sky roared with thunder

Scared stiff as they went down under.


My weakness shall he my strength,

May I never misuse it


Even for one moment.

The meek shall inherit the earth.



Walking about in torn and tattered clothes, Looking messy with a running nose.


Crippled, unable to walk properly,

The arrogant man, looks at him disdainfully.


The other day the car almost ran her down,

As she leaped forward, begging For an aim,


Hand outstretched, unable to see,

In the sun, wearing dark glasses,

Makes him look shady.


For a cheap rate, They are bought,

Are they, Children of a Lesser God?





The morning sun shines through the window,

Making the face beam and glow.


I suddenly feel the urge, to rise and shine.


My feelings take a turn, towards

The lofty and divine,


As I escape the barricade of my bed,

The wasted, whiled hours I now dread.


The sun has injected into me a Potion,

Which makes me want to drive into motion.


The golden globe warms the earth,

Returns the gaiety and the mirth.





Take your outstretched hand,

See dreams of the promised land.


Butterflies in different colours.

Dive and leap and soar,


Honey and nectar on the doorstep,

Would one find such a place on the map.


Where no misery, no bitterness, no sorrow

Looking forward always to a better morrow.


This is what Utopia is all about,

Neither begged, borrowed nor bought





After death the era seems

Bleak and dreary,


Woven around it an aura of mystery.

Will I have to repent for my sins,


Or will I be classed divine.

All questions answered at the

mercy of time-


Will I be in Gods domain.

Or will me be, Satan slain,


If I knew distinctly I would

Have an upper hand.


God rules supremely over the

Law of the land.


I am afraid of the outcome of death

Will it or will it not be as I suggest





As the mountaineer up the mountain ascends,

Traversing the path that he will have to descend.


At the sight, an ordinary man

Would have shuddered.


Up hills and pitfalls, All a part of life.

Whether it is easy going or only strife.


Sometimes an obstacle comes in the way,

Sometimes it is smooth going all the way,


Lifes ups and downs add to its totality,

Lending to it an air of immortality.





You took her out to the

Cosy restaurant for dinner,


I was vociferous in-my appeal,

For you as sinner.


Social taboos should never erect

A wall between us,


Otherwise our relationship

Will take a turn for the disastrous,


My catty instincts

Were aroused by your-


Blast of voice

If only I could have told myself


Never mind, its his choice.

The norm of the day is


Follow a strict diet

A pound here or there will not


A tremendous impact

Make on the weight


Live and let live,

Take and learn to give.



Be hold and me apprise

Of the current inflation and rise


In atta prices and the general

And of course dowries too


Acquaint you I shall with the

So called water and loo


Escapism with my telephone

From the hullabaloo


Hi, Hullo, how do you do?

Hadn’t we just met


Before an hour or two

Serves me right


If it was hate at first sight,

Out a sight, sorry upright, my telephone


Bill read

Not in units, tens but in hundreds





Huddled close by, yet far from the fire blazing.

Watching the cinders creating in the light, the night,


Hush, hush in subdued tones they sat whispering,

The vegetation surrounding them swaying, to and fro in the door,


The draft humming and wheezing through the cracks,

In the corner, the phone as silent as a graveyard,


The settee and settlers comfortable in its warn embrace,

Victorian paintings in the background, depicting grace,


The image of romance portrayed,

Tring, tring, the bell of the telephone sounds,


The wife speaks to her husband’s company,

Suspicions aroused, seething with rage and jealously,


She bangs the phone and envisages the courts,

Breaking the bond of trust that friendship is all about,


Between man and woman so clean and so pure,

Yet so distant and aloof to the short sighted.





May I have enough tolerance,

Not to take offence;

At whatever character trait

The other may portray:

If he does not possess….


….A sense of humour

Or enjoys spreading

Every once in a while….

A rumour.

Enjoys coming late,

Or does not felicitate.

Why does that foul my mood?

When I sometimes am up to no good.

Do I not see reason,

In the coming season;

What harm can

A living, loving soul,

Do to my whole?

If God has pronounced

The Day of Judgement,

To account for every one’s temperament,

Who am I to be displeased,

When somehodv does that or this.



Possessed by the devil,

I strode out to do evil.


With enmity written large on my face,

Somebody has to be dad in deaths embrace.


Just yesterday a child became an orphan,

And a couple were worried by the ransoms burden.


The fetters of depression behold the city,

Where everyday criminals like me enter captivity.


Karachi, Karachi of yore

Shall hot surface will not surface


Whilst I trigger my double barrel bore.





The begum dashes by in –

– Her flashing car,


To meet a companion at –

– A destination afar.


At a meeting point

In a parlour,


Five boys voraciously

In a corner ice Cream devour,


The silk saris and golden bangles

Glittering in the light,


The high heels and the leather purses

Presenting a sight;


The beggar in his torn

and tattered assemblage,


Spreads out his palm

And asks for patronage.





The mild rays filtering

Through the tree;


The winter sun beaming

In glee,


The lush green grass

Beneath me,


Forming a carpet softly;

The birds chirping in the trees,


The insects frolicking from here to there

The morning dew drops thinning in the warm air;


An apple in my hand

I keep the doctor away;


What more can one ask for

I to myself say.





She was single and lonely,

All of her belonged to me;


At the corner of the building

Looking like a bride,


I spotted her needing

Help at her side


Chivalrously I opted

To do the needful,


She seemed thoroughly pleased

And blissful:


Then suddenly a car stopped by her,

With door flung open.


A man sat inside.

With wide open arms which did her beckon.


Alas; To my dismay, i was left alone,

Near me no more now, but an illusion.




la Ra Rum go the prancing, dancing,

Flames of the stove,


Amused by this scenario, is the meat

Being cooked above.


The groin softens to the warmth of the fire,

With the cabbage and potato.


It forms an empire.

The unveiling of the platter,


Reveals, fit for a king, matter.

Copied from television this recipe


Is a treat, When near and dear ones,

Altogether do meet.






My backyard is livened up

By the cat and the crow.


From a distance they for each other

A liking show.


Caw Caw, Meow Meow they hark & howl.

A din enough, to disturb the neighbouring fowl


Both of them perched on the dustbin.

Turn by turn.


Waiting for a morsel, from the kitchen to return.

Up goes the left over meat, in the air,


What ensues would ashame ‘The battle for the chair





In the line of bill payers at the bank,

As the fairer sex,


If sick don’t just be blank

“Ladies first”, “excuse me11, “before you please”


For deals with unpaid bills,

Ask for goods back, threat if you will,


Repeat the request for a job.

You may make it from the mob,


Instead of standing, share the seat on the bus

Isn1t it much better than making a fuss,


Whatever you do during tug-o-war, do not push the rope

Or you’ll be the laughing stock amidst cries of,

“What a dope”,









Sometimes an obstacle comes in the way,

Sometimes it is smooth going all the way,


Lifes ups and downs add to its totality,

Lending to it an air of immortality.









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