The king is coming

Hide,  hide behind closed doors
The king is coming ...
His soldiers clear all roads before him ,
With shiny new weapons and age old excuses
  they march, like the  ........
Soldiers of pharoahs
And the soldiers of empires
Killing all ants that , inadvertantly
Come under their heavy steps ........
Die die the king is coming ...........
He flies from the skies
In his chariots
While the toiling farmer paints the brown soil green
Fill the coffers
The king is coming
Toil toil for the king is coming ......
Sing and dance but you must not speak ,
You must have music and laughter
but no words
Sing sing for the king is coming ..........
Dance dance for the king is coming ............

Copyright Gazalla Amin

Madness

Its a full moon
And the crazy are out,
Searching for laughter
In the shimmering magic
Of the cool fire of the leaves
And the molten breeze
Plays a rustling melody
Teasing sleepy trees
And the dog barks
Are you looking at the moon too ?
Will my eyes meet yours
Somewhere in the
Moonbeams
And will my gaze
Dance with yours
Somewhere in sky
To music of the stars ............ as we hear
The sweet joy
Of the crazy
we find our laughter too
In the
Quest of madness ........sometimes ........

Copyright Gazalla Amin 

My son one day in england cooked something . It was really delicious with a beautiful flavour that i did not recognise but smelled familiar . After we finished dinner i asked him what spice he used . He said that he had used Hing . I said to him , in my narrowminded stupidity , " what ? We dont eat hing only kashmiri pandits eat it ". And he in his direct straight manner with a peculiar glint in his eye said " so you guys have divided the spices as well " ....... All i could do was feel ashamed and silly ...........

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.: The deluge

.: The deluge

The deluge

How can you write about something that so profoundly affects your life. It is like writing about something that hasn't happened yet or like something that has happened , but isn't understood . The blankness of emotion mustn't be misunderstood. It is like the deluge of muddy water has carried away all superficial emotions and just left a deep ache behind .
Is a flood natures way of cleansing you or punishing you ? I do not believe that nature knows punishment but it does know how to cleanse itself , and in cleansing itself it also teaches . What a great teacher nature is . It does not need words . It does not need books . This teacher teaches through floods , earthquakes ,rain and snow . It teaches through volcanoes, hurricanes, glacial meltdown and tsunamis. It expresses through forest fires and dwindling wildlife . It teaches through the harsh words of a disrupted ecosystem . It teaches through death and altered life . It teaches through mutation and creation .
It teaches through all the senses and addresses its teachings to the responsible and the irresponsible in equal measure . It does not discriminate in its knowledge and its expression . It is fair and evaluates fairly . In very simple terms it says ' I am nature ,and I am like the truth. I am a reflection of you and your actions and I cannot be denied '.............

A lesson of love ....

It all started with a hairy black caterpillar in my garden . This little creation of Allah swt was a bundle of joy . It was round, fat jet black chubby and so cute looking . It would play in the garden happily all day and Aamir , my son , would watch it playing around and shared the joy of life with this small creature , and developed a bond of friendship with this little one .
It was a friendship where nothing was spoken or expressed . It was a friendship where the joy of life was celebrated everyday among flowers and green grass and nothing that was material exchanged hands . The only thing that transpired was a form of love pure , simple and uncomplicated , and one of the parties probably did not even know the interest that it inspired .
The black caterpillar merrily had a free run of the garden and was the king of the patch that I called MY garden , which , i now realize ,was an illusion at the least . God knows how many more of HIS creatures were having fun on something that I had a delusion of calling my property . And this welcome visitor gave my son hours of innocent pleasure and I am not ashamed to say that I secretly took delight from its antics.
Well anyway .....one day , my husband , who probably didn't know the emotional bond that Aamir had developed with the small thing , spotted it playing on a wire mat one day ,and asked the house help to pick it up and throw it outside the house ............and when Aamir returned from school and rushed out to look for his friend . When after searching for it everywhere he asked the house help  and his father . The answer made tears come to his eyes but he didn't say anything and held his sorrow to his heart and went looking for the caterpillar outside the house , but of course in vain .....
One day , My husbands friend came to visit us for a few days , on the third day Aamir , who was yet untainted by hypocrisy went straight to his father and said I am going ask bahadur to throw your friend out  ...... Well, his father ,who had for gotten the incident of the caterpiller asked Aamir why he would do that ....... and Aamirs reply was that " Papa you threw MY  friend out a few days back so now I am going to throw YOUR friend out .......