NO TALKING, NO LISTENING.

Accomplish something without talking

No talking

Never talking

Why talking ?

Not part of accomplishment

Listening?

Listening important

To your instinct

Yours and yours alone

Don't waver from the task at hand

Don't talk about it

To not talk

Is to be alone

Be alone

Before the task

Be quiet before the task

Concentrate

Talk to no one

be with no one

After?

Yes, if need be

Yes, but there is no need

Only strangers

Exchange a few words

Then go home

The word, "Home" is a problem

Exchange a few words and than go 

where ever you sleep

The place where your bed is, is your,"home"

The bed? my bed? not my bed

Ok, which ever bed you sleep in

Where-ever that bed is, is your,"home"

That is not my bed, that is not my home

Ok, a few words with strangers 

and go back where some one's bed is

The bed the one you sleep in

A few words with strangers

 and go back where-ever that ,"Home" is

The home where the bed is

The bed in which you sleep

Clear?

Clear

Ok, than.........

No talking and no listening for you

You need to accomplish things alone

That is in case you do want to accomplish anything

Otherwise you can talk and listen to any one

And waste away like always

To make a new life for yourself you have to be alone

No people for you

You have failed people and people have failed you

No people before the task

No people after the task

No people, I said

A few words of." hi, hi, hi, hi,"

how are you?" Is enough

No anguish is to be discussed

The people are tigers 

and your anguish is the feed .

They need to eat you up alive

Blood and flesh and bones and all

You will bleed to death

 to open up to people

Don't bleed to death here

Not your country

Not your people

You flew away

The nest is empty

The nest is barren

The nest is lost

Gone...Gone...

Came too far

The flight to the un-known exotic places was ok.........

But there was no exotic place except your own nest

The nest you left behind

You should have turned around and flown back

Back?

The journey was meant to be forward

But there was no forward in that journey

The forward roads were all blocked

The road blocks

Ever heard of it?

But I wasn't on the road

I was up in the sky

There were sky blocks

Never heard of it

The sky blocked

Then why couldn't you move forward?

Trouble with the wings

Wings?

Wings broken

When did you notice?

On the top of the river Indus

You crossed the Caspian sea?

Yes, unharmed

Then?

Then the wings broke

What happened to the other birds, your companions?

I don't know

You don't know

No

I thought you left together

We did

Than what happened....

Scattered away, drifted apart

Didn't you contact them?

Lost the song

Lost the song? 

What are you without the song? 

Arn't you a singing bird?

I was. I lost the song and the wings

You should have never left

Should have never left

Should have never left

Now be quiet and stay alone

Your companions are all gone

 a different direction

Don't talk to any other people

They are not your companions

Just chirp a bit, a formal little chirp 

with a total starnger and go home

I lost my home..................

The wings, the song and the home...

......

You lost everything

Can't you sing at all?

No

Not even a sad song? 

A sad lament?

I sing without a sound

I sing the lament all night..............

All day I look for my song, 

the original song

The song i lost...

NO NO NO NONONOOOOOOOOOO

No long metaphorical monologues

No long conversations

No spending moments

No sparing moments

No waiting

No,no waiting

NONONONONONOOOOOOOOO

For no body

No

No waiting

No trusting

No intimacy

No openness

keep thoughts to self

Keep ideas to self

Keep hurt to self

Keep everything to self

Keep time to self

No more trusting no body

No trust

No

NONONONONOOOOOOOOOO

Stay away from the monster

Monster will destroy you

Don't whisper thoughts,

 secrets,

 love,

 affection,

 thoughts,

 plans to the monster

Monster will destroy you

No monster consultant

No monster helper

No monster friend

No

No friend

NO

NONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Don't be sad

Be busy

With your self

Let self occupy you and your time

Treat self nice

Take  your self to the cinema

Take self to the theater

Take self on a holiday

Take self to the beach

Take your self walking

Talk to your self

Walk with  your self

Laugh with your self

No more talking to no body

No more melancholy monologue of despair

No more melancholy monologues 

to your uncles and aunts 

and brothers and sisters 

and mother and father 

You see them around?

No

So who are you writing  to? 

these un-ending monologues about discrimination 

and injustice 

and hurt 

and unfairness 

and other aweful feelings?

Who are you writing to if your loved ones do not exist?

Who are you writing to or pouring your heart out to?

No one is here,

No one exists,

 no one is listening to what you are saying

Who are you saying it to?

Who are you writing to?

No one is here

No, no one

No

NONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOO

GET OUT

Get out of all the,

 unbelievable truths

At once

How do you know that its not the truth though?

The feeling...Just go for the feeling,

 the gut feeling

yes, thats it

The gut sends you a message

And that is the truth you are seeking

There is no other truth

No other process of knowing

Do what your heart tells you

Don't do anything 

with the slightest possible doubt

That is your guide

You are alone?

Yes

You have no consultant?

Not a real consultant...

Some time, something tells you to do things

Yes

Listen to that,"Something."

Something tells you not to do something?

Yes

Listen to that,"Something."

That,"Something." 

is your true friend, 

your mother, 

your father,

 your sister,

 your brother,

That,"something" is your consultant,

 your adviser,

 your lawyer, 

your therapist.

If you need to do something?

Ask your adviser,

 lawyer,

 therapist,

 consultant,

 partner,

 sweetheart,

 friend, 

sister,

 lover, 

husband,

 wife...

You have so much to be thankful about 

You have so much support

You have so much help

People love you

Your gut feeling is your people

Your gut feeling is always there

Guiding you, advising you,

 trying to tell you something..........

Listen to it

Listen to the warnings...

Get out of the circle of all other advisers.

Fire them today

All of them

All of them

You have your gut feelings

That's a gift

You are blessed.

Be grateful

SONGS OF THE MOTHER

SONGS OF THE FATHER

Mother sang when her children,(birds left her)

Father sang when his children,(birds left him)

They all sang songs for the rest of their lives from distant places 

because now the Oceans were between them,

 the sea's were between them,

 the red sea and the Indian Ocean

 and the Caspian sea....

The birds flew and seprated themselves from pure and eternal love

 In search of love 

And could never see their loved ones again

 Because they got lost on the way, 

They struggled,

 They survived,

 They got wounded,

 They got exhausted,

 They lost their way,

 They never united again....

The birds wanted to fly back 

But their wings were now broken 

And their mother and father lied down and cried,

 lied down and died,

ONCE UPON A TIME

Once upon a time a poet was seen 

wandering around a heath

He had nothing but a note book and a pencil in his hand

There was no one else there but him.

No sound, no noise, no whisper...

He walked Contemplating philosophical thoughts of mortality,

 Birth,

 Nothingness,

 Cunning,

 The meaning of things

, Nothingness again,

 Death.

Than all of a sudden,

 appeared a flock of colorful birds chirping,

 chirping...

Flying and chirping

Singing ghazals, melodious ancient songs.

Though he didn't speak their language

 He was fascinated by the birds

 And understood their songs

He quickly in a furious and ferocious hurry

 Started to jot down their songs in the note book

Fearing they will fly away 

As fast and as suddenly as they came..............

These are the lyrics the birds sang 

 fFom the dead poet's notebook.

SAVE FACE

So much cunningness goes into,"

How to save face?"

Then with great calculation and effort they save face

And are so happy that no one got what they were implying

And they got away by insulting some,

 By hurting some, 

By being evil

By being amoral,

 By being brutal, 

By being racists....

They smile over a glass of wine after the conference

They are thrilled that their schemes and cunningness worked.............

But it didn't work actually

They will go home and see their faces in the mirror everyday.

They couldn't save their faces from themselves

And that is the reward of the one discriminated against.

Its a crime to hurt an innocent person

The crime shows itself on the face when seen through the mirror..................

They have to look at themselves for the rest of their lives.

Revenge has been taken...

How far ahead are you going to go with your arrogance ?

Not far honey, not very far.........

Only as far as your face

How far are you going to go with your cunningness ?

Not far sweetheart, not very far

Only as far as your face

Cunningness and amorality doesn't travel far....................

Its on your face...........

Who are you saving your face from ?

DO NOT

From now on

They have left the old house

From now on you don't know their new address

From now on, you don't have any contact with them

With all of them.................

G and F and P and S

And all of that SA

No more knowing of them

No more contact with them of any kind

No situation involves them

They have left the old house without a forwarding address

No more conversations

No more phone bills

No more time wasted

Thats the most crucial

Time

And its wastage

Let people go to the moon

Let them get to the highest top

Let them live in a mansion

Let you not have their number

That's the best thing which has ever happened to you

Come to think of it

What did they ever do for you ?

Nothing actually...

Actually a big nothing...

Thank heaven's...

Their claws got out of you

What a relief finally

The fever broke

Finally...

They all left the old house

No more contact with the poisonous elements

Why would you ?

Death wish is it ?

Things happen on their own

Ugliness reveals itself in many forms

Thank God they moved

Thank God they didn't leave their number

They have gone to the moon

They have achieved heights of all heights

They are all Un-reachable.

Thank heavens the fever is broken at last.

SILENCE

That would be the best

Silence.

To be silent would be more powerful than shouting

Winner is always silent

And the looser ?

Shouts and shouts and then is silent eventually

Thats what they want

They want you to be silent

One can silently drop the matter once and for all

Get them all out of your life

Thats far better than fighting and shouting

Some of the shouting has ,"Looser." stamped on it...

Let people play the dirty game

Let not yourself be part of that

You, who always was upfront

Doesn't need to play any dirt, little game

Winner eventually looses also

Especially that kind of a winner

Silence strengthen belief and dedication

Remember prayer is mostly silent

And is the source of solace

The guilty one's are also silent

But their silence is not of a prayer but of, "Guilt."

They know, that they are not good

And thats their punishment

They try and try again to save face

But from whom ?

They can't save face from themselves............

They see themselves when they look at the mirror

They see their own face, the face they were trying to save...

They see that face every day in the mirror

Only they know what's in their vicious hearts

What's the point of trying to know, "what's what ?"

And why would you want to know any way?

There is nothing there but malice, hate, jealousy,

They are consumed with jealousy

They don't have the gift...

Silence is not submission

Silence is not victimhood

Silence is the knowledge

Silence is the knowing of the truth

Silence is thanks to him who bestowed

 that wonderful gift upon you

No, they didn't get the gift

Thats why they can't have

 the truth as their companion.

Embrace the silence and be 

thankful every moment for being honest

Your reward is in that very, "Honesty."

 which is everlasting

Truth always comes out of the mouths 

which are desperately trying to hide it...

Just be silent and observe quietly

WONDERFUL

It was so wonderful 

not to be a part of the, "Shit"

It smelled so much

In the hallway, in the discussion rooms, 

in the auditorium

With their pseudo intellectual

 heavy weight words such as, "Diaspora."

"Diaspora, miaspora, Shiaspora, 

Giaspora, Neeaspora, Fuckaspora,

Pora, pora, pora...in your rear end...

Oh! their rear end is already

 so stuffed with bullshitaspora...

Oh! how they are smelling

Wonderful for their nostrilaspora...

Congratulations all of you asskisserporas

 and ass lickerporas

and phonyporas and baloneyporas

 and intellectual fiasporas and academic biasporas....

It's the ass kissing society.

DRAMA OF DECEIT

What a word it is!

"Drama."

Perfect in all its forms

No one can argue with the hype

 and the falsehood of it

Drama on stage and drama off stage

People are dying to be on stage

They can't though

So they create a play in their heads

and then they live in their own heads

expecting others to believe in their dramatic deceit

But the deceit of their drama 

can only be enjoyed by some

I am not one of those, "Some."

She is laughing

He is laughing

They are all laughing

They are all part of the deceit

and they are not very good dramatists

Talent is something else...

Not bestowed upon everyone

Oh! how they hate...

They hate the talent...

They hate God

EXCLUSION

"Because of political and economic reasons

exclusion took place."

He said

"The outside forces prevented me to include you."

He said

'The referee took you out of the final draft."

He said

"Doesn't go with the rest of the work."

He said

He was lying

No one took you out

He never put you in

He was lying

There was no outside force

He himself was the outside force

He was lying..............

He put the whole blame on the outside force

He was the outside force

He was lying

He is a lier...

Be cautious...Of him....

"He is not a lier."

She said

"It was a Scandal."

She said

'Who took you out then?"

She said

'He took you Out."

She said

"Which who?"

"The other who."

She said

"Who was he?"

"The other who."

She said

"There were two

"Who?"

 Who took you out"

She said

"There were anonymous ,

"Who's." 

who took you out.

She said

"So we will never know

 who took you out?"

"No, we will never know.

 The one's who took you out

 are and will be anonymous."

She said

'Satisfied?"

He said

"Satisfied?"

She said.

No,

Never satisfied by your lies.

STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS?

You call that stream of consciousness ?

The killing of girls at a gym?

And throats being cut?

That's the result of a consciousness

 as consciousness can get

and birds just chirp and sing

Birds don't kill

"Alright, alright,

its just the title.

"Stream of consciousness of singing birds."

But you have to justify everything 

to a producer who will produce the play...

"Which play ? 

 I don't have a play.

 Who said that I do have a play ?"

Why do you want it to be produced ?

"Because all is just the vision

 and the vision is all,

 produced or not produced."

Who are you ?

and where do you come from ?

"Don't humiliate yourself.

 you won't be able to pronounce 

the name of a an exotic heap of mud

and daffodils called, "NARGIS."

 Go ahead, try."

Who cares...

We are busy, 

so much to do, 

so much to accomplish

"I want to accomplish nothing. 

 I want to drift away to the heap of,"Nargis.

" I want to fly away

to sing,"GHAZALS."

 which no one will understand.

 That's it...

I want to do what no one can,

understand. 

 My song must be sung only by me.

...No one but me,

 its my song....

I will sing it

 and you won't ever understand it.

The victory comes in many shades and tunes,

The tune of the, "GHAZAL."

 you will never understand."

THROAT CUTTER

Thank God he was not

the one who cut people's throats

He was just a mad man

Mad men do things for no reason

They just come in and start shooting

Shooting everything across the room

Chairs, tables, computers, 

other machines, human beings

They are just mad, mad, mad Western men

The one who cut throats

 is not a mad man

He is considered a muslim Islamist 

doing it for a cause

The,'religion" they say

Why should it be for the cause of a religion ?

Why can't that bird be mad ?

"No, he is not mad, 

he is muslim."

They say, the experts

"What's the opinion of the 

experts on the gym killer?

"A mad man for sure." 

 'His girl friend left him." 

"Simply mad"

Why can't the muslim killer be mad ?

Oh! no...no...no..no

"They do it for religion.

" They want to take over the West.

" "They are sick with a cause."

"And the gym killer?"

"A mad man."

"A lonely man." 

 "Had a bad childhood."

 "His father abused him."

'And the muslim killer ?"

'Thats a different story entirely."

 'They are religious fanatics."

 "They cut throats for a cause."

"Our gym killer had a bad childhood."

INSIDE OF AN INSIDE

Its gotten inside

Deep into the folds and layers of consciousness

And it promises to go even deeper/

who says it's quitting?

Not a quitter at all

not like all of you

incomplete/abominable/people

Always leaving things undone

shame of the young and ambitious

Cowering under the slightest pressures

which are all challenges for the healthy

Who is healthy amongst you though?

not me, 

count me out

 gave you the permission

What else do you want?

 First made me sick.

 now pouncing on me to get better

You are the illness deep within 

when will you leave?

Get out from the inside of the torturous grooves

 and curves of the psyche of the disturbed

Whom you always abused in the past, present, future

you and your determination is sickening 

awful for the tender hearted 

what would you know about tenderness?

you coiling and recoiling snakes 

travel alongside the healing ointments 

so scarce 

even the fields of health are lacking the medicine 

the herb to sooth the nerves you enraged 

with commentary of your ill conceived 

and ill spoken/hurtful/unrefined/uneducated/

vulgar words. 

what do you know of

a sensitive heart?

 No, not you/never you/never you/

 you are not the granddaughter of the poet

not your uncle/not your father/not your womb/no/not yours.

Speaking ill of the one's who fed you 

bathed you clothed you

/loved you/you monsters of the world

 getting deep into my psyche/ruining my aesthetic/

for the moment/and for all moments of the days and nights/

why won't you disappear?

 and never come back?

 But you are not going to go anywhere except crawl under my skin 

like the dirty, smelly crab with claws of thorns 

bleeding my ever broken sad heart.

"Oh! you fool of a lonely heart 

why did you choose the land so far away from your ancestor's land ? 

Why did you choose the culture 

where they say what they don't mean . 

Why did you choose a language which is not yours? 

why did you choose the insensitivity of the natives? 

Why don't you understand that they do mean what they say ? 

They need to insult/hurt/upset/infuriate/disturb

all who look different than them just for the heck of it 

just for the sake of having fun 

just for you to go home upset 

and not achieve anything but to think

all night how awful they were 

and what awful things they were willing to say to you 

and call themselves your friends.

Is that the difference between you and them 

that they can say it and you just absorb it? 

and why don't you say nasty things back?

 Don't sleep with those things,

you won't be able to sleep anyway 

the breeze is foreign/the bed is foreign/the language is foreign,

the friends are foreign/the culture is foreign.

"You don't understand."

 they say that often/haven't you heard it often? 

They say it often/you must have heard it often?

"Oh! you are too sensitive." 

they say after they insult you often. 

You are the foreigner who never understood the insult,

or did but never spoke up 

speak up even if you are an immigrant 

you are a long time immigrant now 

now you can speak up 

instead of adding layers to the depth of your,

immigrant/soul/not healthy/not healthy at all, 

but who says that the psyche of a lone immigrant is healthy?

"You don't understand." 

"Oh! it was a joke." 

"I was just kidding."

 "You don't understand."

"Don't be so sensitive."

 "You are a foreigner/immigrant after all/you don't understand."

BIRCH TREES

Birch trees

Lilac trees

I had a lilac tree in the garden

I had a garden

Now the lilac tree is being bombed

The lilac tree was a terrorist.

I am so far away from the lilac tree

But the tree is no more...

It had been bombed...

FRIGHTENED 

He became frightened of everything

Planes

Subways

Roads

Snow

Staircase

Became frightened of illness

Illness will come eventually

But he became frightened before hand

He was getting old

But at the age 25 he said, "Its too late." "Its all over, all over."

OH!COME ON

Where have you been?

I have beeneen so busy

Oh! come on

What have you been doing lately ?

So busy

Oh! come on

Are you going to the theater tonight?

Theater bores me

Oh! come on

What are you going to do tonight?

Stay home

Oh! come on

What did you do over the weekend ?

Stayed home

Oh! come on

What's the matter with you ?

Nothing

Oh! come on

Lets go for a walk

I am tired

Oh! come on

You have become a bore

Oh! come on .

 Enough of your,

"Come on."

TO HAVE OR NOT TO HAVE?

To have conscience for the other 

or to be totally narcissistic?

That's the question

What will make you successful ?

That's the question

PRIVATE PARTY

Now the sun is setting

Now the private party is in preparation

Now the Private chef is getting ready

 to cook the elaborate dishes

For the rich and fortunate

While the poor all over the world are 

thinking how and with what kind of nutrition

they must feed their hungry children?

The private party has the exclusive 

invitation for the exclusive wealthy friends

The wine is 100 years old and 

costs thousands upon thousands of dollars

The poor are searching the

garbage for bread crumbs

But why should you worry 

about the poor of the world so much ?

That's the major question I have not been able to answer...

CORNER

Came so far away to get stuck in this corner

Came so far away, so far away...

SNAP

Too much devotion is not good

People can hate you for that

Worry ?

Don't sleep?

Nervous?

Solitary battle?

Don't fall down

Don't fail

So much pressure to succeed

To obey

To serve

To care

To help

To sacrifice

To give

To suffer

Do everything to build yourself up

Had to be corrected

So the lies were invented

To stay away

To save time

 Not to be submissive

And then the time came

The necessity 

To stand up

Fight back

Speak firmly

Show that you can also snap

You have the ability to snap 

And you don't care about the money

And you don't want to be controlled at all

 under any circumstances

It takes a while but you live and learn

He never snapped

He took pills and drank

Drank and drank till his dying day

Snap if you have to

But don't fall down

Don't fail

Snap...if you have to

If you don't want to be controlled.

CAN'T DEAL WITH IT

Too much hand written material

 on thin tissue papaers

On thin tissue toilet papers

On thin tissue toilet seat papers

What were you thinking ?

Not thinking but writing

Just writing

You are always writing

Why not ?

What else is there to do ?

Write but don't write on tissue papers

What should I write on ?

On the computer

Computer is no fun

Computer is boring

Computer is a machine

Machine can't deal with writing

Write on the computer and send it on

Send it on to whom ?

To the publishers 

There are publishers out there ?

Every body is out there

Oh! I didn't know

Now you do

So what should I do now ?

Write on the computer

What about all those tissue papers ?

Put that writing on the computer

But its a lot of writing

Have assistance

What?

Assistance

What ?

Assistance I said ?

What ?

PERHAPS

Perhaps it's this

Perhaps it's that

Perhaps it's this and that

Perhaps its something which is neither this nor that

 What is it then ?

 I don't know

Perhaps it's laziness

Perhaps it's the weight gain

Perhaps it's the desire's illness

Perhaps it's the desire's meekness

Perhaps it's the desire's accomplishment

How could that be ?

Which desire is the one which gets accomplished?

Desire is unsatisfied

Desire is thirsty and hungry for more and more

But where is my desire ?

Perhaps...Perhaps...Perhaps...

PERHAPS WHAT ?

How would I know ?

I am that perhaps who is not sure of anything...