The life as i see it.

By Dr Agha Inamullah Khan I am a wanderer wandering in the wilderness of my life, Leaning beside the wall; pondering over wrongs and rights. Holding this hollow box; my cam in my hands, Searching for my own reflections in the emptiness; inhabited with a single dot where I belong. Are you there! My own voice echoes back at me in search of a company. So many faces Some smiling some with tangled gaze in despair  So many hugs And palms Kiss As do the lips An endless bliss throughout the day, Yet; still starving like a mouth of a rock grain crusher echoing its rotation  Hungry for its prey Where am I! , why and for what, Travelling endless paths without a destiny Constantly bearing, my soul that heaps inside with this mutiny Call me a rebel or an atheist if you please, God is lost Himself and is using me in search of His nonexistent devastating breed. Testing me at times as Hitler, Napoleon, And as Einstein or Edison I have tried them

By Dr Agha Inamullah Khan 11th December 2012 Enduring all day rubbish Standing on the terrace; watching the sun drown in ocean. Memories suffocating to find a small whorl hole to drain down With one last pop of an air bubble at the top; leaving a damp quick sand of life Is that life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What am I searching!!!!!!! Why this never ending quest! Only to add disasters in our accounts And giggle over them for being called disasters Labeling them as tests; in marathon of achieving goals Where is that unseen, mysterious jigsaw? I wander aimless in grief Like a missing piece Yet unaware of what will it become, even when put back where it belonged. Bit of cyber sexing, and we are back to mistuned frequencies trapped in the ether of trillions of wanderers like me. My journey smells same old rotten bodies from Zeepa, Tuzla, Shakila, Gaza and Karbala Raped women and children Starving Ethiopian mouths Dead from disease and poverty and war

Cry of Heaven 1972 Dr Agha Inamullah Khan Had you no fears! Executing me my dears Father and uncles Brothers and cousins All of you came, and with one go Pulled your triggers, you took my soul Did your  hands not tremble? Dear brother Raising the gun at your own sister Had you no sense! Had you no love! How could you be so cruel sweet cousin? Dragging your childhood friend's coffin How I begged all of you, oh! dear cha cha I went with with him in "Shariat Nikkah" But none of you ever listened to me Not even you! Daddy You were my only hope   With you I felt so safe But you! You left there no sign Not even that of my grave I was not just only me I was carrying a new flowerer being nourished inside me How could you bear to see me die? Mommy thinks I am still alive Please tell her the truth, do not lie If to love And being loved Is such a crime Then I curse you all One by one You too will have your time. Th

MISFIT By Dr Agha Inamullah Khan … .  1991 Echoes Of distant mistuned Frequency From the Radio on my bedside Smokey hue upon the walls around me From cigarettes I have lit for years For years I have stared at plants that are now trees From bedroom window, thinking of my Natives i n West My body in your world chained by its cultural norms Suffocating Killing my clock Regrets sketched In charcoal Like an extraterrestrial, unable to fit. My secret imaginary charmer Your smiles Exciting gestures Frustrate me now As I sit in front of the mirror Naked Wrinkles sob, regret, pity Telling me that I have been wasted Like an abandoned Sculpture In the corner of our bedroom.

By Dr Agha Inamullah Khan 3rd June 2013 Driving in rain splashing on flooded roads Bunking classes, heading uptown Gidu chowk to Gymkhana Prem Park to Cannt Thana Tilak incline to Heerabad Hill top to Latifabad Pretty girls, following them till their homes Cycling against the wind Singing Bob Seger Kiddish fights over Frisbee Farooq Bhai's Musicabin Saving money buying new music collection   Odeon, Chandni, New Majestic, Koh e Noor,Rahat, venus, Capri Billboards from Basant Hall to Bombay Bakery                                                            Renting out romantic movies Crying out to tears, coughing On cheap cigarettes smoked, hysterical, laughing Endless love, Dead Poet's Society Prem park spark, lost love, what a pity! My beautiful Public School days Hanging out with friends Breaking school rules Beads around neck, friendship bands Haider khan, Farooq, Ali, Ayaz Asif, Kazim, villayat, Ejaz Sohrab, Sada

By Dr.Agha Inamullah Khan As a child my favourite cartoon on tele, was Pink Panther, and my ideal leader was Zulifqar Ali Bhutto, and after his tragic hanging his daughter Benazir was, that I consider a true democratic leader who had vision not just for Pakistan but for the rest of third world tangled in paws of giant Super powers who sucked the very marrow from the bones of the poor developing nations.                                                              I do not watch cartoons anymore, but I find today's Pakistani politicians; post Benazir's assassination, quite entertaining.                                                                                                                                                                                                           All nationalists parties in Pakistan these days are actually replica of, or offshoots of  Jiye Sindh Students Federation, their Godfather being, late G M Syed.