Category Archives: Poetry

Monkey See Monkey Do 2

What is our purpose
on this Earth?
We are here to heal
Not do any harm
We are to love not hate
Our purpose is to create
At the same to time
Racism Discrimination
Bigotry War violence Rape
We can eradicate

Nobody is superior or inferior
Nobody owns the religion
Or for that matter
Dictate what to do
Nobody can coerce
Or bully anybody around
They are not going
“To “carry the cross”
Or sacrifice themselves on
The cross for you”
Wake up and smarten up
Use the power of reasoning
As you are the master of your fate
Captain of your soul

Stop having the herd mentality
Like “monkey see monkey do”
Fearful what people might say?
They will say it anyway

Society thrives on gossip
Just waiting to pounce
Have a spine & stand tall
So that Almighty will be there
When the” last Tear Drop Falls”

Choicest Happiness
Farida

IS ONE HUMAN SUPERIOR OVER THE OTHER

During this unprecedented time, as a leader, what new flavor of leadership have you allowed your flock of sheep to enjoy? Would love to hear your thoughts.

If Mahatma Gandhi

Dadabhoy Naoroji

As well Madam Cama

Hadn’t fought for freedom

Some you would not

Had the pleasure

Of practicing

Your principles of

Racism Discrimination

Bigotry as well Segregation

Bring about wreck and Ruin

Of this miniscule

Zarathoshti Community

 

If you think you

Are going to win

This race then you

Have misjudged

Ahura Mazda’s

Will power and grace

 

Next time when a

Pandemic or some

kind of virus hits humanity

Do not go crying

Beg & plead for his mercy

Or by doing humbandagis

Lighting Divos at agiaries

 

He too can be deaf ears

No amount of pleading

Even when one

Is on bended knees

Will ever change His mind

So respect his

Pristine Teachings

That is meant

For all human kind

Choicest Happiness

Farida

Ps Feed back please

 

Successful people know that it is important to actively listen to those who have different ideas and opinions and that getting trapped in their own way of thinking is easy, but limiting. Therefore, they also know that must test their plans, observing Aldo Paoli

 

Choicest Blessings

Farida Bamji

June 9th 2020

 

 

 

ODE TO THE POWER OF PRAYERS

In my darkest hour

When in darkness

I did grope

I knew that

There was a

Slight glimmer of hope

 

If one has ever

Experienced having

Dark clouds

Surrounding you

From which there

Is no escape

Power of Prayers

Is the Ray of Hope

 

No matter what

One Prays

For matter

What language

if one has absolute

Faith and prays

With sincerity

Surely there will

Be “Opening of the Gates”

 

Stay the course

No matter what

I can hear HIm say”:

“Lean on Me

I  surely will  be

There until

The Last Tear

Drop Falls”

 

Choicest Happiness

Farida Bamji

Aug 28th 2020

 

Happy Navroze 2

Far away on

A lush green farm

Tucked away in a corner

Stood a wooden

Red roofed barn

Within it were

Cackling hens

Protected by

A rooster

Making sure

His harem

Comes to no harm

 

As the darkness fell

There was silence

In the air

“Noone was stirring

Not even a mouse”

 

Slowly as the

Curtain of

Darkness was

Lifted and

As the moon

As well the stars

Bid Adieu

The proud

Rooster realized

It was time to say:

‘Cock A Doodle Doo”

Wishing each & every one

Norooz Phirooz

 

Choicest Blessings

Farida Bamji

Poem on Muktad

A  poem to mark the first day of our Mukhtaad or Fravardegan days.
(I first wrote it in the year 2017).
…………….

Do you look back at me
When I look at your silver vase?
Do you smell the flowers
I bring so lovingly on all ten days?

Those flowers so remind me of you
Vibrant, fragrant and fresh!
Those divas so remind me of you
Ever so bright and warm to feel

Not a day goes by
That I don’t think of you
But, these ten days bring fresh hope
Of your refreshing presence

I go to your table expecting a response
To the pointless questions I can’t get across.
Sometimes in my mind I forget that you’re dead
Because I keep you living in my mind

I love you so much
It makes me sad
I can’t hear you say it back
The one thing that would make me so glad!

Noshir H. Dadrawala

COVID19

Humanity is not 

Immune to pandemics

Disease or  natural disasters 

That’s when one 

Realizes we are  not

Captain of our fate 

Or masters of our souls 

 

It treats everybody  equally 

It teaches us a 

Very moral lesson 

That Nobody has 

Monopoly over wisdom

 

It  makes no 

Distinction between

A Hindu Muslim

Sikh Bahai Jew 

or Zoroastrian

Nor does it differentiate  

Between rich poor

Beggar or thief 

Ervads Vadas 

Behdins Racists

Bigots,

Can you believe?

 

Covid 19 has a 

Smogras board to choose from 

A wide variety of menu

Once it wraps it’s icy claws

It’s not going let go 

Even if you turn blue

 

No amount of 

Trips to Atash Behram 

Agiaries or humbandagies 

Or praying on bended knees!!

Is not going to turn the clock back 

By getting one of the hook 

Cause it has already been written  

In your  destiny book 

 

When it’s time to go 

No question asked 

Its when arrives at the 

Pearly Gates 

That’s when realizes one’s 

Biggest Mistake 

Choicest Blessings

 

Farida Bamji

July 8th 2020

 

The Lockdown Blues

Award-winning Author Murzban F. Shroff Pens Pandemic Poetry Series

Mumbai-based author Murzban F. Shroff, known for his award-winning books, Breathless in BombayWaiting for Jonathan Koshy, and Fasttrack Fiction, has now penned a series of poems on the Covid-19 pandemic, tracking its causes and consequences. Shroff, a Commonwealth Prize-shortlisted author and a 6-times Pushcart Prize nominee, says he turned to poetry in order to capture the intensely emotional and psychological states created by these extraordinary circumstances. “The purpose of literature is to bring man in closer contact with nature, to expand our understanding of the universal laws that govern us, and which we are bound to obey by mere virtue of having taken birth on this planet. I found poetry to be a liberating and powerful medium to convey this,” adds Shroff. “The Lockdown Blues” (below) is part of a series of poems that will feature in Shroff’s debut collection of poetry. Shroff’s stories have appeared in over 65 literary journals in the U.S., UK, and Australia. He has been invited to speak about his work at universities like UC Berkeley, UCLA, and USC, and at literary festivals like the London Short Story Festival, the Emirates Literature Festival, and the Irrawaddy Literary Festival in Myanmar. Shroff can be contacted on murzbanfshroff@gmail.com

The Lockdown Blues

This is the winter of our confinement

This is the spring of our unease

This is the summer of our expectations

The fall of our species

This is the weakness of our senses

This is the outcome of our greed

This is the collapse of our intellect

The negation of our needs

This is the night of our darkness

This is the prison of our morrows

This is the cumulus of our burden

The song of our sorrows

This is what we brought our world to

Conquering land and sea and sky

Not for a moment did we pause

Thinking where our limits lie

We robbed the earth of its beauty

And we drained the soil of its strength

We blew off the tops of mountains

We were so hellbent

We did not spare the rocks

And we did not spare the trees

We even dammed our rivers

Before they could reach the seas

We did not spare the seabed

And we did not spare the air

We did not think of the species

With whom our planet we share

And now we live in solitary caves

Nothing to show for our wealth

Worrying about our future

Uncertain about our health

Do I have the virus?

Do I show the signs?

Will I make it safely

Make it through these times?

Will we live like humans?

And will we roam at will?

Or will we experience life

Standing at our window sill?

Will we live off our phones

And our flat-faced computer screens?

Will we know once more

What real freedom means?

Will we rub shoulders?

And will we feel the same?

Will we ever hug

And learn to trust again?

Murzban F. Shroff

As published in the Parsi Times E-Paper Dated 4 July 2020.

A TRAVELLER BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH

One must not forget

Life on earth is transient

A mere  traveller

Between Life and Death

 

Asho Zarathuhtra was

Once such traveller

Though He was

The anointed one

Never received

Any privileges

But wa a mere

Messenger of

Ahura Mazda

To spread His

Pristine Teachings

Of Humata Hukata

Harvarshta

 

Having too much

Ego and Pride

As well pretending

To be superior

Then there is

Something wrong

Cause when departs

This Earth

Ahura Mazda will remind

You that between

Life and Death

One is a Mere Traveller!!!!

 

Choicest Happiness

Farida Bamji

June 15th 2020

PS Feedback Please

 

 

ODE TO MY DAD

What you taught me

At your feet

Lessons in Humility

Simplicity Honesty

Has stood the test of time

Taught me to sift

Right from wrong

To fight for the poor

As well the underdog

“Cause we are all

Servants of God

To have a spine

Not to fear

In the face of adversity

Never flinch or cower

 

Your heart always

Overflowed with love

Cause you treated us

With an iron fist

In a velvet glove

 

When I needed you

You were always there

Here,there everywhere

Flitting like a butterfly

Alas! as you lay lifeless

On that drab grey stone

To your final journey

To the heavenly abode

It seems your sweet face

Had a lovely smile

Unfortunately when

You needed me

I was not there

To pay my last respects

And wish you

A Final Goodbye!!

Choicest Happiness

Farida Bamji

June 18th 2020

 

HUMAN LIVES MATTER

No matter who you are
Yellow brown black or white
Or Rich poor beggar or thief
also no matter what profession
Including colour caste or creed!!!

As it’s said:
“One takes nothing
When one cuts
The umbilical cord
It includes titles pics
Accolades and Awards
If one were to
Take the award
Where will you hang it?
As there is no wall

Titles end when
One takes the
Last breath
As one leaves
This earth
Judgement will
Be meted out
According to
The life lead on earth

Being cocky doesn’t help
Neither Ego as well Pride
He is not your usher
To give one a ring side seat
It all depends on
Good Thoughts Good Words Good Deeds
Feed Back please
Choicest Happiness
Farida Bamji
June 11th 2020

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