Ballads of love

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Zahir - someone or something which, once we have come in contact with them or it, gradually occupies our every thought, until we can think of nothing else. This can be considered either a state of holiness or madness.

- Faubourg Saint - Pères

What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it?

Luke 15:4 , quoted in 'The Zahir'

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Sea of humans

Each so alike yet distinctly apart

One grapples for money

Other craves for power

Another yearns for love

But they all pine for days on end.

One cheats for the family

Another betrays for love

While one destroys in the name of religion,

But destruction is all they bring.

Charity one does for God

One for a better life after

Another for fame

But charity they do with a black heart cold as stone.

One lives for success

While one out of obligation

And another lives to die.

But live they do without humanity.

Sea of humans

Every emotion as temporary as a wave

Adrift and afloat

Despite the ground beneath

Not a glimpse of salvation in the stark horizon

Yet mankind evolves with each passing day

For better or for worse,

No one's to know.

- Prats

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Died the poet has on a fateful night;
A painful death of love.
Never more a poem this pen'll write,
Never more a ballad these lips'll sing,
For life has left,
To return never.
Felt not by a heart her poems were;
Died she a virgin.
But bliss she glimpsed for days few,
Enough memories to last her through.
May her words rest in peace!

- Prats

A memory's smile,
A forlorn gaze,
Early morn' laze;
A momentary quiver,
Solitude's tear,
All things of yours dear.
A name's sound
Soul to you always bound;
A call's tune,
Madness swoon,
I am but a loon.
Like the twilight after the sunset,
A warm glow your memories are,
In the darkness of the new moon night.

- Prats.

A dusky moonrise I chance
The heavenly lord suspended in the starry sky,
So divine his aura,
His glow puts me in a trance.
Dazed I gaze,
Transfixed, rooted....I ponder.
What does it take to win his love?

-Prats

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Yeh mehlon, yeh takhton, yeh taajon ki duniya

Yeh insaan ke dushman samaajon ke duniya

Yeh daulat ke bhookhen riwajon ke duniya

Yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaayen tho kya hai?

Har ek jism hai ghayal, hare ek rooh pyaasi

Nigahon me uljhan, dilon me udaasi

Yeh duniya hai ya aalam-e-badhawaasi