Faridoon Shahryar's Blog


Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Nile:In search of perfection

Nile: In search of perfection 
A poem by Faridoon Shahryar

Boat of time 
Rests easy,
Creases of ripples 
Play hide and seek
On a gentle face;
Grace balloons
In slow motion 
Sunlight nudges 
Optimistically;
Smoke oozes out,
Tepid clouds of fire
Spoil the magnificence,
If only I could douse it,
If only perfection could exist.

Provocative Illusion

Provocative illusion 
A poem by Faridoon Shahryar

Fear App 
Has been 
Forcibly installed 
As that's what is 
Relevant now;
The victim App
Is increasingly 
Less in vogue,
The job is almost done.
Smartphone of emotions,
A playground for change 
Menacing ringtone 
Blood on the keypad,
A digital nightmare,
A catastrophic daydream.
'Don't react'
Silence screams.
'Provocation is an illusion,
Don't react'.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

A Dove, escapes...

A Dove, escapes..
A poem by Faridoon Shahryar 

A dove has taken a flight
The chaotic river flows 
Amidst cacophonous turmoil, 
Determined not to look below
The noise will die down anyways
Sky of possibilities beckons
Graciously opening its arms
Away from forked friends 
And poisonous foes
The uncertainty, 
The hope, 
The falsehood 
Its all behind 
Far behind, 
Time to escape, 
Refuel, 
Clouds of make believe 
Seem like a
Safe refuge.

The New Normal

The New Normal
A Poem by Faridoon Shahryar 

The ants are insignificant 
They always were
Now a bit more
No, the elephants 
Aren't afraid, 
Old stories are irrelevant;
The animals are the same 
But their roles have changed 
This is what is being called as
The New Normal. 

Predators propagate 
'We don't prey, we protect'
The jungle believes them 
Fear of deluge 
Besieges the hapless 
Announcements are made
Blaming the warped atmosphere 
On a known enemy
The night of calamity strikes
In the veil of darkness 
A tragedy is endorsed
Predators prey mercilessly 
Morning finds them wearing 
The garb of protectors 
Jungle echoes gratitude
This is what is called as 
The New Normal. 

A bunch of fools
Raised their voices
For they knew 
The pattern of deceit, 
No one believed them 
They were labeled as 
'Mischief makers'
The rotten apples 
Buried their voices
In the graves of 
Petrified silence 
This is what is confirmed as 
The New Normal. 

Morning awakens me
With an acute pain, 
I am trying to figure out
My new role 
In the new order
For I am neither
Predator, pretentious protector
Nor a worthless fool
All I know is that I am scared of
The New Normal...

An Unstoppable Wind

A poem dedicated to my mom Najma Mahmood who celebrates her 75th birthday tomorrow. :) 

An unstoppable wind
A poem by Faridoon Shahryar 

The wind was caged 
Inside four walls
Of a small town
A ray of light sparked 
An interest to spread 
The wings;
Window of closed minds
Burst open 
The sky was her own
An applause followed
And many a storms
There were options 
To get buried in the hot sand, 
Merge with the cold sea water
Hide in illusion of clouds
But this was a wind 
Meant to bring in Change 
Not out of any design 
She just refused to 
Buckle down under pressure 
Many an obituary were written, 
Yet, the journey got inspiring
The wind became a storm
When it was forced into submission
The opposition gave way grudgingly
Bugle of victory 
Can be heard from a distance 
Such triumphs are rare
The wind is simply unstoppable...

Friday, March 10, 2017

Can I trust you?

Can I trust you? 
A poem by Faridoon Shahryar 

I was woken up 
By a fear, 
And it had a face 
There was nothing untoward
Almost like a friend 
Yet the intuition lurked
In suspicion, 
I asked hesitantly, 
'Can I trust you?'

Get scared, or...

Get scared, or... 
A poem by Faridoon Shahryar 

The wind glared ferociously
Threatening to smash
My car window 
There was Arrogance 
In its eyes 
As if the protective glass
Didn't stand a chance;
Waves of discomfort 
Knocked at my heart 
An impulse urged to 
Get out of the car
And run, far away, 
Save myself, 
Find help, 
Maybe a respite, 
A shelter. 
Another knock,
Piercing scream, 
Monstrous wind
Laughing menacingly
As if provoking me 
'Get scared, or... '