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Long March

By Asim • Jun 14th, 2008 • Category: Politics, Worth A Second Look

“Dedicated to all who have contributed in this struggle”
Arrival of a dawn of this new beginning
As the nation march, with prayers and hope
In preparation, the state and its machines
In preparation, the nation and its voice
Brings them together, the old oppression
The muffled rage from years of existence
In the old corridors, in the old avenues
The city of […]



My Tiny Hands

By Asim • Jun 13th, 2008 • Category: Misc

No warmth in my tiny hands,
As I searched her face and pulse
Lies there this beautiful face,
In silence her mouth, words gone
Of her old stories and existence
In cold winters and beautiful springs
Of her struggles and her youth
Remember you will, as you see others
Feel you will my face and my remains
In circles as this rain poured,
From blackened […]



Ink and Paper

By Asim • Jun 12th, 2008 • Category: Misc

Of all those moments we see not
Dispersed in time in various places
Only the reflection what lies beyond
Of our shortcomings, of our failures
They say History has all the answers
Too much a burden, upon ink and paper
To carry the old trail of blood and plunder!



On Democracy: Choices we have to make

By Asim • Jun 4th, 2008 • Category: Politics, Worth A Second Look

Who said politics is a noble profession. I don’t think it was mentioned for us as a nation or as a society as it clearly dictates in our attitudes and behavior that we are not politically matured and secondly no notion of integrity and honesty in what we do and how we do it. Every […]



The Old Nomad

By Asim • Jun 3rd, 2008 • Category: Misc

As the rain pours its fury
In a city, asleep in its clamor
As thoughts begin to wave
As the colour begins to fade
Stands there, an old nomad
With words made of clay,
Washed away, in stones
To keep them alive
As the desert begins to dance
An old signboard in its neon lights
Carries it no meaning, these words
Come here they all,
With visions […]



Best Man Speech

By Asim • Jun 1st, 2008 • Category: Entertainment, Worth A Second Look

This speech was given few years ago in a place called Leicester, about 150 miles from London, as we attended one of our friend’s wedding, which caused a lot of distress I hear later after this speech when we left. Only recently I was shown the video of from that night of the speech and […]



Our Rotten Souls

By Asim • May 31st, 2008 • Category: Misc

In abundance, this pain
Unbearable and intolerable
All here for you to see
What is left of our remains?
Our grandeur and purity
Here you will find it all
To your heart’s desire
Here you will find it all
For what we have created
Our squalor, of misery and despair
Chosen we have a dwelling
From all what we have done
Our deeds and our actions
Residents, our […]



Words - Hubris and Nemesis

By Asim • May 30th, 2008 • Category: Misc

Potions of magic or poison,
As we deliberate in our worlds
The old questions
Of thoughts and its mechanics
As it leaves our souls,
For some; it’s magic
For others; its poison
Gather they all to see
Its effect, in a distant time
The old teacher,
In the streets of Athens
For wisdom and knowledge
The chosen wanderings
The pronounced price
As they turn into whispers
As whispers turn into […]



Zhangmau to Africa

By Asim • May 29th, 2008 • Category: Misc

From Zhangmau to Africa
There exists a story,
Waiting to be born,
Of us, the humans we are
Kicks in, this binding effect
From sheets made of paper
Stitched, with kindness and care
With needle, of our thoughts
In existence and in its hours
Remains in us, the old desire
To create these mosaics,
Of embroidery and emotion
Stand there in silence, few
For warmth and for comfort
Outside, […]



Incomplete Verses

By Asim • May 28th, 2008 • Category: Misc

In this trance, as I move in and out
The old comfort, as numbness dwell
Behind me, the old trail of music
Out of sight, my existence and mind
In this trance, as I move in and out
As this world withdraws its temptation
As these hours of serenity arrive
In silence, these mosaics of the past
In this trance, as I move […]