See you on the other side
we live only once! think again...

it's always startling how quickly you can set aside your own demons when someone you love needs your aid in fighting a battle of their own.. bcos suddenly, nothing wrong with you is more important than them.. all you want to do is take away their pain so the look in their eyes won't bring tears to your own.. it hurts you to see them hang their head and suddenly all you want to do is hold them close and whisper good thoughts to them.. you’d do anything.. even if all you can do is hold their hand.. or just sit by them in complete silence letting them know that you're there and you're waiting for them to be ready to share whatever they're going through with you... if all i can do is run my fingers through your hair and hold your head to my heart while the tears run from both our eyes until you're fast asleep, then that's what i'll do.. and i'll continue to until you don't need me anymore.. and then i’ll let go.. but i’ll wait.. in a world where there is no confusions.. no pain.. and then you’ll be all mine.. i’ll wait.. a new beginning.. a new life.. reincarnation..



"Dust and ash forever" yea
Though I know we must be parting.
As sure are starts are in the sky.
I'm gonna see you when it comes to glory.
And I'll see you, I'll see you on the other side.
Yes I'll see you, I'll see you on the other side, yea.
Never thought I'd feel like this,
Strange to be alone, yea.
But we'll be together,
Carved in stone. Carved in stone. Carved in stone.!!!!!!

inspireded by Ozzy's See you on the other side..
special thanks to Deepak for the feedback and the ozzy mp3..

Ozzy Osbourne - See you on the other side - download here


watch this space for the poem by azka..

Vodka: From Russia with Love

Drink the nectar of the Divine Name, O Human!
Drink the nectar of the Divine Name
Slouched or am I?

When I drink I’m wiser and gifted, O Human!
For therez nothing I can’t do
Slouched or am I?

I can teach Michael Jordan to dunk, O Human!
Stab any guy and spit in his eye
Slouched or am I?

And there are these real men, names "forgotten", O Human!
Made me drunk as drunk on Turpentine
Slouched or am I?

And therez this loser who bosses around, O Human!
Concerned he says, oh what a loser
Slouched or am I?

Am the free bird, no - I take no shit, O Human!
Concerned my foot, oh my darling jerk
Slouched or am I?

My world is turning, my stomachs churning, O Human!
My throat my eyes my tears are burning
Slouched or am I?

You make my problems seem far away, O Human!
I can save my pain for another day
Slouched or am I?

From Russia with Love, a little vanilla what say, O Human!
Drink the nectar of the Divine Name - Vodka
Slouched or am I?

:roops





this time around, azka is not my poet..
i am.. shez just a muse..
my character is purely fictional.. the people depicted herein only exist in my IMAGINATION.. any resemblence between anyone depicted in here and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed.. if you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of my works, it's only because you're a twisted perverted little beeeep who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist... it's all in your head.. now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.. slouched or am i?

chameli.. oh my chameli..

so you say believe in women's rights.. so you say you do your part for the earth.. so you think women and the earth have made progress in the last twenty or so years.. think again - 'cus here comes roops and his chainsaw to cut you down to size..

okk... here's my radical social theory, for which, in times past, i probably would have been burned at the stake, or at least forced to live on the outskirts of good society.. you can call it Patric's Law of the Conservation of Male Anger: the level of hostility and violence against the feminine in our patriarchal system always stays the same; only its form changes.. look - dominator males are pissed.. WHY?

because all over the globe, in ways too numerous to mention, they are being prevented from doing what they are just straining at their bits to do: penetrate, dominate and destroy the feminine.. H-bombs are being dismantled, missiles are being sold for scrap, nuclear power is the last refuge of the suicidal; women in increasing numbers are being educated, refusing to serve as breeding machines, fighting back against rape, incest and battering; people everywhere are beginning to question things that only a few years ago were taken for granted-from zoos to pesticide use, from meat eating to fur wearing, from the viability of war to the philosophical basis of Christianity.. what is there to do? where oh where will the anger be released?

this is that woman.. my chameli.. a woman overwhelmed by the disempowering womanhood.. who has gone into the deep.. into her body and soul.. who has seen her own death and is reborn.. to feel, to touch, to love, to give life! she cries..

she no longer running from intimacy.. shez removed her makeup and traded it for the night.. black.. thats what the moon's face has turned for her.. dreams have become demons..

herez the poem by Azka, on this woman.. my chameli.. she cries..

Trade of my soul

Back when i was fifteen father sent me in a dirty car
Hundred dollars to get rid of a burden which bought him a little tar
More space under the roof and one less mouth to feed everyday
There started my odyssey with trading a soul on that hazy day.

As a gal I
Use to recline on a motherly lap,dreaming of the stories which she everyday said
And today I
recline with an unknown man,for a wretched work which fetches me bread
As a gal I
Use to smile, forseeing my future in a little home with my love beside
And today I
carry a veneered smile, with vultures hovering on a body which has died.

One blink a gal,another a swine
I Hate the body on whom they dine
Half draped jazzy, other half unclad
With every beat, i fear myself dead
Gaudy dresses and lips wearing pink
A gaze decides which bed to stink
Another torment ripping my body, Soul dying with every ride
Keepin awake all night, why my God is prejudiced

The white collar , the blue collar
The journalist, the masses or the scholar
Everynight they ll turn up, hiding their faces behind the cover.
Askance on their faces, lust in their eyes cause
I am the woman of the street, I am the bawd
I am never an issue,i am never talked.
Stopped wondering of my fight
Stopped weeping endlessly night after night
No more fear of shadows in the rear
Acceded i have, with a silent tear.

- Azka Saiyed

the fundamental emotion..

The Fall
by Azka Saiyed

One Life I bought, with thistles engrailed
Walked on cruthches, pride in my gait
Watched the fury dawn, the loonies calling my name
Heard them scream I laughed til I got insane.

When the blood mixes as recoil of rape
Souls of aversion, concealed in flowery drape
When their faces get folded on papers everyday
Names get blurred and complacence reverbeartes
Trailing behind wil be a silent disgrace
Cry of thousand blood stained face
Waiting to push u into unfathomable abyss.

And when u start falling, with carckers burstin in ur head
U call but noone seems to hear ur plead
When gardually every tone falls behind u
And every dark prophecy has come true
There I ll be, again around u..

An Indolent wound..But that pain remains
A loser for life..But that conceit remains
Watch ur fall ,cause its my domain
Desolate and lonely, a barren terrain.


The Abstract :



"For his anger lasts only a brief moment, and his good favor restores one's life. One may experience sorrow during the night, but joy arrives in the morning."-- Psalms 30:5 Bible