|
|
|
||||||||
 |
||||||||||||||||||||
|
IFTI NASIM PAGE
Great Poetry and Some Articales about him
|
||||||||||||||||||||
|
HONOUR KILLING
A stab in the uterus,
a gun shot in the heart,
a burning stove becomes a pyre,
Verbal insults crush the soul
like glass bangle, and then
swallowing them like razor blades
Cutting me inside. No one knows where
it hurts. Slap across the face
stinging like cold wind
upon an open wound.
Mother,
I am telling you the experience
Which you have experienced
over the centuries.
I know you cried when you gave birth to me.
Many nights you did not suckle me
with a hope that I die but
I am stronger than my brother is.
You never told me that I am the bride of
the whole male clan just like you.
And whenever they want they can kill me in
The name of their honor.
Mother,
Promise me. You will never give birth
to me as a daughter
next time.
|
A tree of water
For Matthew shepard
You asked for a rose
But you did not know
A stranger could have a knife
Instead.
What were you thinking?
When they were tying you down
Like a Jew in a nazi camp.
Were you feeling any pain
When they were skinning you
Or you were just numb.?
Were you crying and pleading
From God who made you
Different?
Were they thinking
That you were a child of
A lesser god.
Were they burning you
Or fumigating you.?
Centuries of hatred toward you
Was finally exhibited
And we all were standing there
Like Venus de Milo
They pecked at your eyes
Like vultures
Because the dream in your eyes
Had not been the same
What they had.
To be different or to be a minority
Is not a crime.then why they
Tried to annihilate you.
Why was Wyoming sky is grayer
And darker this year than usual?
Why did the snow fall early
On the ground this year?
What was the crime that God trying to cover
With shame.
Matthew,
You did not die in vain.
Wherever the drop of your blood fell
A tree of water will blossom
Which will wash away all the hatred
From hearts
For eachother.
|
|||||||||||||||||||
|
My first day in New York
At the Kennedy airport I told the cab driver
About the YMCA
He dropped me off in front of the door.
A woman checked me in
I dropped my luggage in the room.
Came out of the room looking for a toilet.
I saw few men standing in front of the urinals
I stood in front of an empty one and released
Myself. Suddenly I noticed someone is watching me.
I looked over my shoulder.
A sailor was standing next to me
Half-mast.
I was very impressed by the warm welcome
And American hospitality.
Being an Eastern and newly arrived in this country,
I did not want to be rude.
So I told him very politely
"Thanks but I am vegetarian."
|
||||||||||||||||||||
|
FOR A DEAD PEDOPHILE
Your wife was watching us
While you were screwing me
Framed on the wall in a black and white picture
Displaying her four kids
Like a trophy won in a marathon of fake orgasms.
I am sure you have gone to heaven
Because you left me in hell.
|
||||||||||||||||||||
|
HOW TO "KILL" YOUR BROTHER WITH KINDNESS
(ESPECIALLY IF HE IS HOMOPHOBE)
SO WHAT IF HE WAS BORN A COUPLE OF YEAR EALIER THAN YOU
It does not give him the right of the caliph-hood.
Make your father wish you were the elder
Make him look bad by getting the best grade in the school
Remember in some species only the strongest off spring survive.
Exercise daily. Wear the trendy clothes. (Never wear khaki)
If you have sisters become their best friends.
Share the beauty tips and occasionally clothes.
Learn to dance. Girls love the boy who can dance.
Escort your sister's girl friends to their homes.
(They will tell your sisters that you are a thorough gentleman.)
Entertain your sister's gentleman caller and always praise them. (Learn to lie)
And when sisters hate them, you hate them too. (Time to tell the truth)
Be religious. Go to your church, mosque, temple or synagogue.
God is androgynous. She understands.
If nothing else you will have a better chance to a have good time with the holy man.
Always help your mother at home but never ever tell her about your father's liaison.
But make sure he knows that you know about it.
If your brother tries to teach you how to be a man
Never listen to him especially if he wants you to learn boxing.
(Look at my nose. I listened to him.)
Do every thing opposite of what your brother does especially don't wear Dockers.
Be generous to your servants. You never know when you need their "kindness".
The first chance you get move away from your brother do it.
Move to a metropolitan city. Never settle in a suburb.
In practical life not only your brother but the whole society is against you.
No one will understand your homosexuality and sometimes you won't either.
The best survival tactic in the battlefield is to retrieve and come back when you are strong.
Remember only the agile and strong survive in the jungle.
Take your boy friend's sister to your brother's wedding. (Do not exclude him.)
Dance with her all night. Dress up to the "T". Up stage your brother.
And when you are settled down call your brother and tell him on the phone (never in person)
"By the way all the rumors about me being gay are true."
Hear him says, "I know it". Then tell him about his macho, homophobe, married childhood friend
"I slept with him." Hear a deep silence on the other end.
"And by the way I was the top."
If nothing else that would kill him.
|
||||||||||||||||||||
|
Gerontophilia
For ashraf and saleem
One look at you and I open all my orifices.
I am the child of nature.
Come and look into my eyes
And recall the days when you were embarked
On the odyssey of life.
Every strand of your gray hair
Is laden with the mysteries of life
Wrinkles around your eyes are like fishnet, which have trapped so many stories and dreams
I want to explore the hidden world of my future through your eyes
Is life really a bridge, thinner than a strand of hair
And sharper than a sword which I have to cross.?
Tell me about the secrets of life.
I know the history has been distorted many many many times.
But I shall believe you until I see it otherwise.
Tell me there was no Romeo and Juliet.It was Romeo and Julian
There was no Adam and Eve. There was Adam and Steve.
Taj Mahal was not built for a woman
But was built for a Turkish Mumluk boy by a Mogul king.
What's wrong with that Tell me every thing.
Show me how to do all the asanas
And I promise I wouldn't kill you.
Come fill me up with your knowledge of years gone by and
I shall quench your thirst with my fountain of youth.
Let's live forever.
|
||||||||||||||||||||
|
|
||||||||||||||||||||
 |
||||||||||||||||||||
| page created with Easy Designer |