Plants never bring fruits by an order
Swords never make a climate to alter .
Ideas of others are searched for scrutiny
Self search we can't do ownself to see.
Translation © Arvind Shah
फ़रमान से पेड़ो पे कभी फल नहीं लगते
तलवार से मौसम कोई बदला नहीं जाता !
औरों के ख़्यालात की लेते हैं तलाशी
और अपने गरेबान मेँ झाँका नहीं जाता?
मुजफ्फर वारसी
The president of USA has carried the geopolitical situation of world , especially the Asian Continent to a ignition point.
He alights the fire and then sits in his armchair to enjoy the fireworks of the ammunition to calculate his profit and loss.
Politics and Business are brutal.
Arvind Shah
War : The World Fashion
Shall We Be Still
Arvind Shah -
Looking out grim through the tough glass panels
from the waiting lounge of the high-tech airport,
see queues of big winged steel birds standing still
immovable like dumb model structures.
And here comes the announcement for me:
global software system to run computers,
navigate airplanes and give you any updates
crashed into dysfunction, but the repair work is on,
we will update you as soon as we receive inputs.
Six hours of stillness, I am like the still steel bird
across the wall of the tough glass panels -
we both, the bird and me are hostage of tilted development
stuck in useless stillness - the bird wants to fly
and I too want, not to idle, so try my pen
to tell you - to beckon you - to question you.
Shall we be still in tilted social development psy
crashed and cracked, losing connect and hold
to go developed into the haze of clouds and dampness #?!
© Arvind Shah 19/07/2024 IGI Airport New Delhi
My Weekend Poems # 14
One Stanza Poems
Nothing, To Be.
The scattered bits and pieces: collect
assemble the mess leaving the intellect
be blessed , having all, but no ownership
in and out to become one with " Nothing"
© Arvind Shah 0524
Poetry is silence
The word to lead to say
and lay the smooth way
from sound to silence
poetry is vibrating thence.
© Arvind Shah 0524
Sober Moon
Oh! rose, bloom in moonlight
decorate the sacred scared sober disc
for it merely keeps pulsating stars
devoid of any fragrance.
© Arvind Shah 0724
Compassionate Moon
Oh! the Moon though you are not, today
yet! keep alive, my inquisitive instinct
the urge on me , my hope to meet
gradually compassion comes to light.
© Arvind Shah 0724
Nature, the open book: Greatest
complete in content, and the best
and preach to each
the text is simple
with examples ample -
read on every bit – everywhere
in expressions lucidly clear.
The lesson and knowledge -
is everybody's language
a continuous expression, profound
but for the sensitive and concerned
the communication, for sane
who, keep no suicidal malevolence to tame.
Assimilating nature is an ability plain:
keeping sense to sense real: joy or pain.
Language of nature is flow and vibration
common to all without any restriction:
the flow of the breeze and wind around
move of waters and greens in surround -
the cosmic moves in this existence
in living and non-living substance.
Every movement, a linguistic system
the man, to survive, has to be within system.
© Arvind Shah
My Weekend Poem # 12
