Innocence
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

To Each His Own
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 somebody does that or this

Moments Of Bliss
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

Confessions Of A Terrorist
Possessed by the devil
I strode out to do evil
With enmity written large on my face
Somebody has to be dead in deaths embrace
Just yesterday a child became an orphan
And a couple were worried by the ransoms burdenThe 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