Faiz Ahmad Faiz on Dictatorships

Three Voices

By Faiz Ahmad Faiz



Come, let us rejoice!
Today is the festival of the death and all hope, Humanity is buried once and for all
Compassion has fled to the dark hills.
The graveyards are full.
I have set you free
From the bondage of night and day.
The splendour of dawn is not for you.
Sleep will bring you no comfort.

I have subjugated all freedom loving eyes
With my sword.
I have Strangled every aspiration.
No more will the boughs bend with blossoms.
Spring will writhe i the fire of Nimrod.
Never again will the pearly rain fall.
Clouds will be made of thorns and straw. I owe allegiance to a new creed.
My laws are different.
my code is unique.

The pious bow before abominable idols.
The tall kiss the feet of clay pygmies.
On earth the doors of devotion
Have been closed
And in heaven the gates of benediction



Night is the harbinger of pain
And the dawning day its maturity.
At noon every vein burst with agony
And sunset appears the demon of fear.
Was this what you destined for me?
O God! This repetitive horror of night and day.
This never ending restless journey of my life.
Not even an iota of happiness.
They say that cruelty pleases you
And injustice is not possible without your consent
If this is true, should I deny your justice?
Should I listen to them
Or should I believe in you?

Voice from the unknown


Warn all those in authority
To hold fast to their book of deeds.
When the masses surge into the streets
Crying for vengeance,
All appeals for mercy –
All blubbering excuses –
Will be spurned aside.
Patrons and influential friends will be of no use.
Reward and punishment will be dispensed here.
Here will be hell and paradise.
Here and now will be the day of judgment.


Reading Kafka’s Before the Law

Before the law sits a gatekeeper. To this gatekeeper comes a man from the country who asks to gain entry into the law. But the gatekeeper says that he cannot grant him entry at the moment. The man thinks about it and then asks if he will be allowed to come in later on. “It is possible,” says the gatekeeper, “but not now.”

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A Dialogue on Power


Courtesy: NikaQ

Mirando is busy fighting a war in a virtual gaming zone on his laptop. Trichette trying to stay away from technology, is casually trying to build a constructive argument in the air over her contingent of random thoughts. While Mirando successfully shoots his enemies, Trichette fails to save her thoughts from getting shot down one after the other. She decides to interrupt Mirando’s gaming quest to help her build this exuberant thought.

Intrigued Trichette
“Miro, do you think Power is an emotion?”

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The Power of Fiction and Why it Matters

Mario Vargas Llosa, a Peruvian Nobel Prize in Literature laureate cares to offer an in depth insight into what a fictional novel is, and why it is needed. Other than the needs, he also points out why it could be perceived dangerous by state and religion. Oiginally written in Spanish, the English translation titled Is Art the Fiction of Living? by Toby Talbot was featured in The New York Times on October 7, 1984.

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