*Translation
O! Sweat tea
O! Hot tea
O! Black, decaf, regular
Lovely beans, scrumptious fluid
Brown, dark and creamy fluid
Resonating and melodious fluid
Just sit in my tummy
Oh, you are so yummy yummy
My sweet caffeine kick
Tea with milk
Peas in a pod
Got sachet?
Got Milk?
Got Water?
Stir it, Stir it
So, you just sit in my tummy
Oh, you are so yummy yummy

By: Cercatore a.k.a. Arzoo
Copyright © 2010 by Arzoo Zaheer

By: Dot a.k.a. Arzoo
Dated: Jan-05-2011

Copyrighted © Arzoo Zaheer 2011

Control

Average Joe sat staring in nothingness

“Yo! hear the age old battle of hope and despair”

Adamantly, he urged the self

“Seek within, seek without, within and without

….. don’t cease, don’t desist”

Alas! Disappointment drowned the self immeasurably

His cell phone never rang; “that” email never arrived

Helplessness

Silently, the Brownian motion prolonged

As the “dust particles” collided randomly

Young Joe collided too, silently, with others

You see, random collision was the norm

……had been the norm for several years

Gradually, Joe turned into a puppet

Silently floating from sector to sector

Rape

Heads up, Joe the soldier, marched onward

Smiling at a simple memory of someone

SILENCE

Word of the Day, “Harmonized Taxes”

Fresh Joe’s dignity blows to thousand pieces

As the economy, an outrageous beast

Rapes Joe mercilessly of his meager possessions

Lawless World

Hush! There is no law stating that this is a crime

A battered Joe shares thoughts with his confidante

Despairingly hoping for things to change

The two-faced “clowns” throw money at the economy

Nonchalantly, Joe drowns in music and cheap drinks

“Stay Busy, that’s the reality call, that’s the sanity pill”

But the “black hole” gets wider and wider

Gibberish

Suddenly, Young Joe withers to 100

As an ancient movie rolls in front of his eyes:

“Broken families, sleepless hobos left to rot and die

Prostitutes win easy cash as the “black hole” widens

AND the elite remain insolent, nonchalant”

Survival dictates “randomness”

So, Joe collides randomly with “others”

Echolocation

The year passes slowly, mercilessly

Joe becomes invisible and then non-existent

As he adapts to the screams of unpaid bills

Hearing Echolocation…Echolocation

Joe becomes a bat, a nocturnal hunter of food

He disintegrates; thoughts collide within like dust particles

Yeah! Dehumanization and recession go hand-in-hand

What do you break when there is nothing to break?

What do you break when there is nothing to break?

Camaflouge

Managing his loan of 40K, Joe camouflages his C.V.

Dancing the dance of brilliant peacocks

Joe rhymes in accordance to his sector

Soundlessly, hearing the transmutation of the self

As downsizing cuts millions like vegetables

Strike e one, strike two, strike three

…Joe’s heart hardens

Strike one, strike two, strike three

…prayers become rare

Strike one, strike two, strike three

… Joe turns 100

Happy birthday Joe

Strike one, strike two, strike three

… Joe turns 100

Happy birthday Joe

Elite vs. the People

The corporate survives like a beast, a hawk

Downsizing like a vulture, it lashes at its preys

Without remorse, without resent, blindly, randomly

Survival of the best becomes the norm

Dust particles silently engage in Brownian motion

Joe enters symbiosis with the beastly corporate

As they eat off each other, hating each other to death

Tis unfair!

Tis unfair!

Generation XYZ, a Big Question Mark

Joe has worked all his life- 25– 30 – 40

Now, a penniless Joe regrets symbiosis

Symbiosis that creates hatred and egoism

Joe regrets symbiosis

Prayers are precious and rare…

Prayers are precious and rare…

Generation XYZ

Joe is generation Y.

What about generation Z?

Joe, a silent dust particle

Generation Z, a question mark

Golden Dust

The dust particles casually seek solitude

Callously waiting to be thrown around again

Gathering weight…”Other” weight

The “weight” that moves the pen of a thinker into motion

Thus moving a nation into revolution against the norm

Those selfish, unstable norms of the society

The dust particles have weight

Thus the dust particles create a sandstorm

Of within
& without

Of consciousness
& unconsciousness

Of the self
& the non-self

Of thoughts
& actions

…………..

Of sanity
& insanity

Of policies
& politics

…………..

Of determinism
& Indeterminism

Of Finite
& this world

Of the gamma
& the quark

Of Kismet
& Karishma

Of the universe
& oblivion

Of known
& the unknown
There are brackets

[ ]

{ }

( )

Of varying kinds

By: Arzoo a.k.a. Cercatore

The Bing Bang by Hope a.k.a. Arzoo

Copyright © 2010 by Arzoo Zaheer

Circles, within circles
Patterns within patterns
Interconnected

Today I stand

Within a circle
Closed off or perhaps open To…

…Ideas

Generated from
WithiN
&
WithouT

Perspective Matters

Freedom is relative to which circle one is in
To be truly free, extend your mind BeYond your “circle”
Does it take faith, logic, reason or love?
Perhaps, only “the Self”
For truth is linked to who you TRuLy are

Thus, realize the Self
To free the Self…..from your “circle”
Of “familiar space”
And truly comprehend
The Self, the Divine and the Truth

By: Cercatore a.k.a. Arzoo

Simple Est Complexe Le Complexe Est Simple By: Hope a.k.a. Arzoo

Copyright © 2010 by Arzoo Zaheer

There is no end!
There is no end!

Copyright © 2010 by Arzoo Zaheer

The grass melts magically into lava
A warm transformation of “Now” into “Forever”

The warm, round disk passively sets
Pouring gold into the forest
A passionate reunion of Heaven and Earth

Sunset, pure sunset

Today, I am complete

By: Cercatore a.k.a. Arzoo

Copyright © 2010 by Arzoo Zaheer

They boast that they are magically superior somehow
Race, culture, ethnicity, technology & wealth, oh wow!
Their list of useless reasons just continues & is expanded upon
Implicitly & explicitly in attitude, lingo, education and tone
A social construct it is, falsely believed to be a scientific one
A construct that brutally silences the meek and weak, my hun
Encouraging the feeble-minded to hostility and “sleep”
A different sort of a psychopath that regularly brutalizes the weak

You foolish Racist! Remember the “Roots”
“Roots” of the past, tomorrow and of forever
“Roots” that intertwine like those of the tree
Holding strongly to give life and strength, to the “free”
Oh, why your inner disease infects the “Roots” of the trees?
Leading to unwanted infection and decay, of their a.b.c.s
And eventually, among us, a noiseless sound EchOS
As the tree falls to the ground—a silent pathos

A blackened heart
A broken heart
Some blackened hearts
Some broken hearts
Countless blackened hearts
Countless broken hearts
Now, oh racist, do you see?
Do you see, or are you still blind?

Ridicules so casually thrown at a person by a person
“Why are you living here? Go back to your country, you bison”
Ridicules sung in foreign languages by old ladies on the sidewalks
Harassments so casually tolerated by the “colored”; thoughts that stalk
Legal decisions carefully & pointlessly drafted on termination papers
“Unfortunately, the contract has ended because of such and such”

Huh! Decisions are Silent Derisions

Racial profiling and media propaganda eventually turns into
A war machine maniacally designed for genocide, just to subdue

“Social coloniasm” gradually colonizes the “Others”
As the “dominant ones” foolishly marginalize their own brothers
Creating societal power differences within this so-called “democracy”
Creating socioeconomic disparities, disabling “minorities”, such hypocrisy
Senselessly creating “poverty” despite beautifully rich “diversity”
Marginalizing “Others” to the extent of retardation, oh a perversity

The “perpetrators” have no skin, they have no skin
The “perpetrators” have no skin, they have no skin
“They” took my voice, so I spoke with pen, paper and ink
“They” took my voice, so I spoke with pen, paper and ink

Racism

As Wanda says: “I find it in my mouth
When I speak of other things”

By: Cercatore a.k.a. Arzoo

Copyright © 2010 by Arzoo Zaheer

Icy cold like the fresh winter breeze, gnawing heartlessly at her heart

Memories, memories like faded pictures out of an old album

-

Family, friends, loved ones, even unknown foes taken away by one decision!

A fated cautious decision! so she struggles to understand as to why?

Why one path was engraved in destiny and the other was silently erased?

-

Sweet memories of sharing chocolates, samosas, smiles and even cries

Nostalgic memories of singing songs in school during detention and rain

Pure, melodious memories of her high school, friends, first crush & family

-

Memories of then and forever

Memories of then and forever

Memories, memories, like faded pictures out of an old album

Memories, memories, like faded pictures out of an old album

-

Across the vast ocean, she quietly aches for her old chums

“Silence of the Lambs” rings deeply in her heart and mind

Yet she longs to re-examine her roots, to meet the lost ones

Yet she longs to “understand”, despite her battle scars

And then the deafening “Silence of the Lambs” roars in her ears

So she hides with her books, books that gave her knowledge and voice

Algebra is logical, rational and simple

Philosophy is wise, ancient and insightful

Islam is pure and simple, not twisted

So, she hides with her books, books that gave her knowledge and voice

-

She is still shattered; turbulent memories; jaded scars

Still, memories of then and forever

Gradually soothe her wearied heart

Transforming pain into beauty

Transforming pain into beauty

-

She doesn’t wish for worldly status, riches and what-nots

She just wants to be heard, just wants to be heard

And to be considered a rational, equal human being

Not to suffer again from that dumb, cultural silence of nothingness

So her heart cautiously tugs: What kind of change do you desire?

Change! Is it even possible?

-

She is still shattered; turbulent memories; jaded scars

Still Shattered in million pieces

Yet she collects herself, without relenting, bit by bit

-

Memories, memories, like faded pictures out of an old album

Memories of then and forever

By: Cercatore a.k.a. Arzoo

“Trapped” Between “Now” and “Then” By: Hope a.k.a. Arzoo

Copyright © 2010 by Arzoo Zaheer

I wrote this after watching a video on Youtube with regards to Iraq war. The video showed how the young American soldiers would put music in their ears while they would go around on their usual killing escapades. In the video, one of the soldiers commented that he listens to the song “Let the bodies hit the Floor” while killing Iraqis. Congrats! that’s the new generation.

With music in my ears: “Let the bodies hit the floor”

We ambush and endlessly wipe out

Jamming bullets into these Iraqi dogs

BAM, BOOM

BOOM, BAM

“Let the bodies hit the floor”

“Let the bodies hit the floor”

By: Cercatore a.k.a. Arzoo

Copyright © 2010 by Arzoo Zaheer

Oasis Or Mirage

Learn to discover this world through thy eyes

If thee comprehend fully, a vast OASIS will emerge

Avoid understanding the world via others’ eyes

If thee do so, verily thee will view only a MIRAGE

O yea, the roles will flip, infinitely

So pay head, my league, pay heed

BeLieve, in thyself

InQuiRe, the “patterns”

And just BE, truly thySELF

No need to understand

No need to comprehend

For sometimes, ceasing to understand is the answer

Recall! the patterns of oasis and mirage

oVERlap INFinitely

like waves of a sea

Differences, Similarities or Relations?

BeLIeVe, in thyself

InQuiRe, the “patterns”

And just BE, truly thySELF

No need to understand

No need to comprehend

..

..

..

Just remove thy lens, oh thee who view an endless mirage

And humbly wear a different lens today

Just to clearly view an oasis

By: Arzoo a.k.a Cercatore

Therapy by Hope a.k.a. Arzoo

Copyright © 2010 by Arzoo Zaheer