Soliloquies Poem by Matloob Bokhari

Soliloquies

In the tumultuous vast ocean of life, complete faith in Allah is the only oar to navigate the boat in the storm.
Matloob Bokhari

As a teacher, I make the minds of my students thinkers, critical and investigators of truth with open mind, listening ears and helping hands.I wish my students should spend less time in classrooms and more in libraries to use their minds to search the truth and develop high order of critical thinking. My students
should not believe what I say, they should test for themselves.
My advice to my teachers is to be a student before you teach or speak.
Matloob Bokhari

Associate with the people who ease your heartache and remain away from the toxic company. This is the recipe of supernatural happiness in life.
Matloob Bokhari

Faith in God gives courage to risks.
Matloob Bokhari
A slave nation degrades its teachers, makes their classrooms examining bodies instead of learning bodies. No discussion, no questioning, no reflection.
Parrots produced in such a passive environment, only crawl on the earth. Unable to see the invisible stars, unable to harness the moon and the stars. Neither can think on the radiance of the sun nor on the light of the moon. Mental slaves are eating, drinking and walking dead shadows, unable to uncover the false knowledge and unable to investigate the irrefutable truth.
Only and only creative and critical souls are living on the earth and can safeguard the fairy gift of freedom.
Matloob Bokhari

I judge the competence level of my students not from the quality of their answers but from their creative questions.
Matloob Bokhari
We came from darkness and we will go back to darkness. In a very brief gap of light, we should be light for mankind.
Matloob Bokhari

I love the rhythm of falling rain, high moon, kindness of spring.
I possess feeling for beauty. I am a rebel bard.
My pen paints fear for the oppressors and hope for the oppressed.
I walk alone, pray alone
I pray alone in the closet and my friend God says Ameen
Matloob Bokhari

I can breathe life into dry bones but I can't unlock the minds of the people once closed by spiritually empty imposters.
Matloob Bokhari
As a child fears from the darkness so a dogmatist fears from the light. Like an owl, he prefers to travel in the night with his own clique.
Matloob Bokhari

Brain is the most powerful thing on the earth if it is filled with imagination in the classrooms. A thinking mind flies beyond the moon and the stars. But when it is put on the road of rote learning, it is like a worm that crawls upon the ground and suits best for the modern -day slavery.
Matloob Bokhari

I always advise my students to be good. If you are not good, then at the minimum never cheat anyone. Never tell lies to anyone. Never never be corrupt in your life.
Matloob Bokhari

The great teacher brings revolution in the minds of his students by teaching them WHY and gives wings to the thoughts of caged eaglets.

It is very dangerous to say right thing when brute authority is doing wrong thing

Matloob Bokhari Country: Pakistan
Strange! When Allah listens distinctly sounds of ant, why I make noise on loud speaker all the day to make Him understand my supplications. It is only because God and ant are in love and I am in business!

WINE IN STARRY NIGHT
Open pub bars in every nook and corner of my land so that those whose cup is clean outside and full of evil inside when drunk in starry night should speak truth like children.

I am in vain trying to find peace and pleasure on this planet where Adam AS was sent on punishment. The early I leave this place of wars, blood shed, lies, hypocrisy, cheat and temptation, the better it is! Hurriedly, there, I will hug my dear Lord like a kid in the music of silence!

Our souls will meet behind the beauty of the moon. Our souls will meet where the falling stars dance. I will wait for you there. I promise I will wait for you. I will wait for you there all my life after my death.There I will love you again and again. There I will love you more and more. There living is eternal. There loving is eternal.

Sometimes you are stranger in one bed, sleeping as if a stone is beside another stone. Distance does not matter, when two hearts in love have same song, when two souls in love have single shadow.

Evil is winning and goodness is shrinking in this World. Years ago, I had read this old dictum in King Lear. I am feeling this practical wisdom now in my heart and soul in the land of pure.But the euphonious voice in nature strengthens my faith that good does not vanquish evil: It is evil that destroys itself.

The main aim of literature is to open the close minds and burn the candle of light in the dark caves of the minds of Molvolios and to take their stinking thoughts in the open, sweet and beautiful rose garden of life so that they may enjoy the fragrant flowers instead of living in the narrow land of filth, thorns and hypocrisy

Truth always bothers to fake people, so always speak truth to bother them
Matloob Bokhari

MODERN PURIST
In every age, every society, every land, the purist is oppressive in nature, judgemental god in behavior and a robber in the garb of a saint. To him, corruption and adultery are not sins. In the sweet garden of life, he plucks Rosy instead of a rose. He is a master of deception and crooked paths. Even Satan stays away from his cunning schemes. His haunting fears are that someone, somewhere may not ask bold question from him and may not show the light of truth to his blind followers. Spirit of free enquiry is kufer to him. He has made a silver palace in this world, full of fruits, with flowing streams of milk, wine and honey. He fondly memorizes the holy scriptures but feels qualms to read the translation of Surah Takathur.
His firm faith is:
Babar Ba Aish Kosh Kay Aalam Dobara Neest


Strange! When Allah listens distinctly sounds of ant, why I make noise on loud speaker all the day to make Him understand my supplications. It is only because God and ant are in love and I am in business!


In the law of love, elixir of all worries is to lock your love in your arms
I love the rhythm of falling rain, high moon, kindness of spring.
I possess feeling for beauty.
I paint sorrows, cries, despair of the poor in my poetry.
I walk alone, pray alone
I pray in the closet and God says Ameen