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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

HUMILITY

”State of being awake & aware of one’s surroundings”

 

If we can’t heed the humbling message brought to us by a tiny virus invisible to the naked eye, we will fail to grasp this opportunity to reset, reflect and renew and to work together to build a stronger and better normal. .

 

Everybody can be great, because everybody can serve. You don’t have to have a college degree to serve. You don’t have to make your subject and your verb agree to serve…. You only need a heart full of grace, a soul generated by love.

 

“Hear with your ears

Ponder with a Good Mind”

Let’s bring Peace Harmony

Unity to all of Humankind

That was the message

Passed on to us

By none other than

Asho Zarathushtra

 

No matter what

Your status in life

Regardless of

Colour caste or creed

As life is transient

Can’t take anything

Neither Titles awards

As well accolades

Not even ego

As well as pride

 

Treat people with humility

As none of us are not royalty

Even Cyrus Persian King

Gave his subjects Freedom

Treated them with dignity

Tolerance Humanely

His gift to us

Charter of Human Rights

 

Once we severe ties

With this earthly existence

There are no titles

Awards or accolades

No matter who you were

But the poor lonely

Soul must face justice

As his/her soul announces

Arrival at the Pearly Gates,

 

Farida Bam

BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATERS 2

Lock up your libraries if you like but there is no gate no lock no bolt that you can set upon the Freedom of your mind

Virginia Woolf

 

We all have the right

To Freedom of the mind

That is the gift to Human kind

Do not let anyone influence

One’s way of thinking

”Cause no one not

Anyone has

Monopoly over Wisdom

 

You are the

“Master of your fate

Captain of your soul”

So do not rely or

Trust anything that is

Shoved down your throat

Where Zoroastrianism is concerned ”

 

When the Great Call comes

The Sunset Gleams

Nobody ( especially)

Vada Dastur or Ervad

Going to accompany you

To the Land of Dreams

One’s soul will

Face justice  alone

Especially the

Vadas & Ervads

They too will be

Stripped of their titles

Face Justice like

Lowly lonely old Souls

 

Some Vada as well

As Ervads are you

Listening & thinking

As to what you are doing?

The laity follow you like

Meek little lambs

But all you are doing

Is tearing our

Miniscule Zoroastrian minority

Like the San Andreas Fault

 

Lastly if you cannot

Respect His Teaching

Preach the Message

The way its meanr

To be spread

Showing utter disrespect

Why should we respect you

Only contempt & utter disrespect

 

PS: This poem is aimed at a few who continue spreading sacrilege Racism Discrimintion Bigotry & utter contempt of Zoroastrian women married to Non Zoroastrians.

 

Choicest Happiness

Farida Bamji

April 29th 2020

 

 

HYPOCRACY 2

You can fool all the people some of the time & some of the people all the time but you cannot fool all the people

all of the time

Abraham Lincoln

 

Does this quote

Ring a bell?

The gullible

Will believe you

Whatever you

Shove down

Their throats

But come

Judgement day

The poor worrisome

Soul will

Face the

Justice League

All alone

 

Those who insist
On preaching

The twisted message

And do not

Want to right the wrong

When you guys

Leave this earth

You will not be addressed

As Vadas or Ervads

You too will face Justice

And will be addressed as

Lowly Lonely old souls

 

So do live in

Your own little cocoon

Get idealized by

The Laity

“Eat drink

And Merry

If you have

Any ounce

Of common sense

Asho Zarathushtra

Laid life his down for humanity

 

If anger is building

Within you

Fire coming out

Of your ears

You brought this

Mess upon yourselves

Clean up your act

Before it gets worse

 

 

Choicest Happiness

Farida

PS 1) this poem for the Nobel Hierarchy who don’t want  to admit and applies only to a few

IS THERE A GOD?

Fresh out of university

On a hot April day

Instead of wasting my

Precious life away

I eyed the Khordeh Avesta

Where in the corner

Quietly it lay

Took a tiny peek

As I was extremely curious

To see for myself

What knowledge

I was about to seek

 

It was a herculean task

To pronounce & practice

Each word & each line

I was not about

To give up

As I was stubbornly inclined

Not giving up

A Chance of a life time

 

As I prayed each & every day

My faith in my prayers did grow

That’s when I realized

The beautiful everlasting

Friendship I would sow

 

From the Sarosh Baj to

The Yahsts as well the Gathas

How refreshing & joyful

To pray the very words

Uttered by Asho Zarathushtra

 

As the going got tough

Tough got tougher

I decided never to part

The pristine prayers

Prayed from the heart

Çause I knew then & there

They will always be on board

Where ever I go

I know for sure

There is a God!!!

 

Enjoy

 

Choicest Happiness

Farida Bamji

 

 

Ethnic Cleansing

Ethnic Cleansing

Is not like removing

Stains from ones clothes

But dealing with humanity

Threat to us do pose

 

Ethnic Cleansing

Has permeated

Every aspect of

Humanity

Why have

That “Herd Mentality”?

 

Asho Zarathshtra

Had a spine

Spoke what was

On His Mind

He did not

Falter one way

Or another as

He was determined

To bring His

Pristine Message

To human kind

 

Fear not what

Will people say?

Do not have that

Herd Mentality

They will pass

Judgement anyway

Damn if you did

Damn if one didn’t

 

Lastly I wish to say:

United we stand

Divided we fall ”

So have a spine

Like an oak tree

Stand tall

State what’s on

One’s mind

So we all can

Leave this place

A better place

For all of human Kind

 

Choicest Happiness

 

Farida Bamji

 

 

TIME HAS NO HOLIDAY! 2

Time has no holiday

Dreams have no expiry date

And life has press buttons

 

We cannot re- wind our actions

Thoughts words or deeds

What has been thought

Spoken or acted upon

Will always linger till the

End of time

 

Prayers are a barrier

Between good

As well evil

Have a strong will power

And do not sell one’s soul

To the Devil

 

Time waits for no one

Marches on to the

Beat of a soldiers drum

If only we could rewind

The clock …

 

“The hands on the clock

Are wound but once

And  no man has the power

To tell when the clock will stop

At a late or early hour

Now is the time we own

To Live Love toil with a will

Please do not put your

Faith in time

For the clock will soon be still”

(By a Jame Jamshed Staff reporter)

 

Choicest Happiness

Farida

 

 

 

 

 

 

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