Speak, Your Life is Still Your Own

By Moen Haider

Poetry is a sacred pledge and a revolt against the reactionary summons of history and words commingled with life's immense thunderstorms reverberating resistance, love, and commitment toward oppressed people and their sufferings in order to generate an ongoing critical and democratic dialogue as a dialectical hymn in terms of thought as a discourse to infect and liberate historical mind. The destiny of art in our times is none other than the progress of the consciousness of freedom, and poetry transmits that feeling. It connects and unifies humanity to attain its highest ideals and to challenge the conventional wisdom of aesthetics and art for art's sake. Life is a Moby Dick, and we the poets and artists are Captain Ahab of history. Poetry is a voyage, a journey, and most wonderful adventure for imagination. It is an epic of hunting and exploring ideas with emotional sincerity, simplicity, and honesty in the footsteps of all great and glorious creative Milky Ways. Poetry is like mining our selves and digging our hearts and to extract all the weird perspectives and feelings for the desired materials that we need to discharge and mix with music of colorful and budding futuristic words, words as a passionate desire for change and independence, words driven from the blooming valleys of imagination, words like mustard seeds and birds of heavenly grace, beauty, and peace as a people's pledge against the brutality, ignorance, and all forms of oppression.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9781643506470

Book preview

Living Truth

Living truth aglow

Like a river flow,

Give death a final blow.

The New World

Night perchance has shown little gleam of stars,

Earth lost her shape, stop dirty wars,

Put aside fears, stubborn and perjurious Troy,

Stand by me, Venus, don’t go too far.

Existence

Phantom bodies doomed to hell,

And minds fogged in fears,

A shred of half-fainting existence,

Spring torrents for God in tears.

Live More and More

Oh, mournful seasons, grieved no more,

Thy heart is crying in joy and love,

To foresee new dawn on every door,

To live more, more, more, and more.

Fraternal Banner

Oh love, expression of the beautiful,

Shines and gleams through the platonic dreams,

Bloom like flowers in the lands so wonderful,

Burn thy eyes with living flames,

A mighty music flutter in chains.

New Desires

New desires, new hopes

Stop crying for the past,

Snowstorms of dark abyss,

Thy flame is glowing fast.

Melting Ice of History

Melting ice corrode with rust,

Thou fate will strike must,

Feel the music of budding times,

Live in joy, speck of dust.

It Will Soon Be Day Light

It will soon be daylight,

What dread was thought in night,

Find a way to the joys of heaven,

And heal this world with revolutionary insight.

Why Awaiting Doom?

Why awaiting doom in the

Phantom of crooked lies

Put cloak aside and

Sink in thy mocking eyes.

Beauty and the Beast

What art these Vultures have behind

Their smiling faces,

That we couldn’t see,

Their tyrannous incitements,

And rotten glory of painting power

With blood and misery.

Songs of Love

I hail you with freedom’s seed

To greet the chill that shine and gleams,

Be always youthful to the songs of love,

And rosy dawn brings new wind to lead.

To Thy Love Torrents

Why love so cankered in this veil world,

Past unrolls in fears, how could she bud?

And what hope means in times of plague?

Murderous excrement in the fountains of blood.

And Vulgar desires for the pitfalls of lust,

How sweet life trembles and distort in dust?

Live by the servitude of cruel fate,

To see her dreams, corrode with rust.

Fate

Beneath oppressor’s fateful hand,

Thy