Devil ain’t so Bad

Banished from His Presence

for a spectacle of Dust;

Banished from His Presence

for a question asked;

Banished from His Presence

for civil disobedience:

I am the Devil.

Devil ain’t so Bad after all.


Poetic Uproar

When will charity end and justice begin?

Charity feeds me one day,

keeps me hungry 364.

You sanctify the Way things Are at my expense:

You feel content for one day’s giving while I starve 364.

I rather you burn your Crescent and Cross (*1)

and starve with me: Then you will see the tyranny of the Way things Are

and the Evil of your Charity:

Your charity presumes ownership of what you store for a rainy day

while I starve in poverty without a today or tomorrow.

Without Justice,

Charity is Satan’s cloak:

You presume to give what is not yours.

Foot Note 1: The reference to “You rather burn your Crescent and Cross” is not to be taken literally. Both Christianity and Islam are great religions. The purpose is to invite the reader to ponder on the hypocrisy of those who take the shell and abandon the spirit of their religion. To that extent it is to be taken literally.

Illusions Under the Christmas Tree

When all is said and done

in the silence of Night a Voice Speaks:

All Meaning is Created,

Order Imposed:

In the company of millions

We will walk alone to Nothingness.

And if you be lucky

an Illusion of meaning and hope will accompany you to your end.

There is no Santa, Dear Child-

God, even a bigger Lie:

But this truth is not for You.

Never expect a gift beyond what you can create:

Find your gifts under the Christmas Tree.

Note: The poem should not be taken literally. I do “believe” in “God”. These are expressions of experience. I hope and pray that you find your gifts beyond what you yourself can create!

Let Me Dream (Poem by a 9 year old child)

I have a dream that my life will never have a conclusion;

That the wooden doors will never limit me;

That the doves will have a ceaseless flight.I have a dream!

I have a dream that the leaves of a tree will never drift away;

That the owl will never close it’s watchful eyes.

Someday I will realize that I am not in reality,

but until then,

Let me Dream.

Zaynab (9)


People suffer in this world,

and we don’t see it.

The poor stay in their huts,

and gaze at the fire that was recently lit.

The starvation of children,

as young as three,

yearn for their dead family.

They are whipped and beat,

for every tear they shed,

then they struggle fall asleep,

in the stone like bed.

Though if we take a minute,

to stand and stare,

we will realize how we are cruel and unfair.

We have thought this world to be a dream,

of fairness and pure sunlight beams.

We realize how blind we have been,

and if we live along with the way the world is,

on the judgement day: We will drown in Sin!

Zaynab (9)

The Game

The Game


The Daylight shone above my face,


as I failed to run to second base.


Mama frowned and Lizzie cried,


I felt my life being pulled in by the tide.


I knew this was just a game,


though I never felt the same.


Popularity drifted away like the sun,


and before I knew it,


never did I see the first light of dawn.


A dreadful week after I walk out of my room,


and expect to feel the heavy weight of doom.


Lizzie won’t look,


Mama just cooks,


and Father is the same.


But why do they put me under a chain?


I go to school,


Mr.Dawson’s cool,


Diane is cold,


And Susie just sits there like she has not been told.


I sit down and take the test,


hoping that I’m still the best.

Then what I am dreading comes,


I’m sure my life will be done.


Recess. The time of doom,


the beginner of gloom.


Paula corners me into a trap,


and then I give a mighty big slap.


She frowns, she whimpers and she cries,


she hides her hideous eyes.


She tells the teacher and down I go,


to the office,


not home.


I sit and wait,


till about eight.


Then I go inside the room.


This is my doom.


She fists and scolds,


and then the truth unfolds,


that Paula had done wrong.


I feel my heart dancing,


to this particular song.



At the end of the day,


I walk the way,


down the willow lane.


I feel something going away,


is it possibly the chain?


Mamma hugged and embraced,


Lizzie kissed my face.


All the pain and sorrow had drifted away,


tonight was the day.


I was forgiven so were they,


And then we stared out the window,


the sky floating away.


Zaynab (9)







I walked to the store,

In longing to buy what I had lost.

Though I found it was not there,

So I ran back in agony.

Then I realized that what I had lost would never come back,

Though that was not up to my deciding.

I walked to the store everyday,

Looking blissfully at the shelf where what I had lost would have been.

One day I got lost too,

And saw my loved ones checking everyday if I was on that shelf,

Though of course I was not.

One day my loved ones got lost as well,

And their loved ones came to see if they were on the shelf.

The I truly did realize that once we were lost once,

We were lost forever.

And that was the circle of life.

Zaynab (9)


It’s a flower that has arms,

to have the hands that write such charms!

only goes by one name,

that should never be considered by shame.

It is a rose!

In such a flowery pose.

Never feeling alone,

always at home.

Peace shall follow thee,

and I shall grant them happiness,

for eternity!

Zaynab (9)

The 3rd Alternative- The Way to Happiness


This or that is not the option-

when the answer is this and that.

These days politics is focused on debt reduction at the expense of human dignity. This is the politics of old where a false dilemma is presented. The thinking has to be outside of the box. The problem is fat on the top, not the bottom. Eliminate the fat on the top and you have enough resources for investing in life.

For instance, It is time that our governments at all levels invest in cancer research and cure- if we can invest in war, we can invest in life. While I admire all the fundraising that is done for cancer, it should not be a private, individual affair, any more than building or maintaining highways! Let charity not be an excuse for abdication of a government responsibility. Thus, in my post Poetic Uproar I ask, “When will charity end and justice begin?”

Our economic paradigm is based on a false value- that the central purpose of economic activity is economic wealth. Change that, and you have the 3rd Alternative.

Naked Beauty

Let water touch your naked skin;

Remove the cloth of decency & hypocrisy:

Let Water Purify You.

Photograph curtesy of Jordan Swavely, a photographer residing in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.