With Emmy Award

 

Writer's Bio - 1999

 

(39) Writer's Bio

8-16-99

Fazeel Azeez Chauhan of Los Angeles was born in Pakistan. He lived there off and on for ten years. As a teenager, he lived for five years in Saudi Arabia. He's been living in the U.S. since 1980

He attended California State University and has a bachelor's degree in Computer Information Systems. He also majored in Psychology in graduate school. At Los Angeles City College, he completed a two year training program for Television Production. He also studied Creative Writing. Since 1990, his articles on social issues are often published in Pakistan-American weekly newspapers.

In 1991 he started working for a large organization as a Computer Network Engineer. He continues working in that profession full-time. His interests are hiking, traveling, reading and writing poetry, music and community service

A collection of his poems will be published in the coming months.

Thank you joining me in reading.

Contact Information:

QawaLi@yahoo.com

Art and Poetry page:
https://www.facebook.com/SubversiveVerse

Poetry and Essays:
https://globalzebra.blogspot.com/

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Anti-Death Squad

Beggars to the Rescue

"Beggars" to the Rescue

On the way to the bank
He ran into a friend
Who was enjoying a name brand coffee

Which costs four dollars a cup

A lady come by and asked for change

She was ignored by all.

He continued  up to the bank

Had been cutting corners to save

To pay back a loan

As the interest was mounting

Relationships were at risk

Cause money like materialism

Is the main cause of divorce

And poisoning of relationships.

From the bank he got the $2,000

With the big wad of cash

He was walking a block away

When he saw the same lady

She said, “Didn’t you hear me?

I was asking you for some change”

He ignored her again and kept moving forward

After twenty steps his conscience bothered him

He opened the wallet and pulled out a dollar bill

He turned around abruptly to go back
To give her the $1 bill

But his sudden move startled two men

Who were following and about to rob him

He dropped the bill and ran away as fast as he could

Saying “this is for you”

By Fazeel Azeez Chauhan

2-11-16

Minimal Vision Maximum Division

Minimal Vision Maximum Division

I'm tired of fighting you my friend
I'm tired of awakening you my tribesman
I'm tired of convincing you my preacher
I'm tired of educating you my elders
I'm tired of pulling you my Muslim
I'm tired of showing you my children
I'm tired of understanding you my wife
I'm tired of following you my mis-leader
I'm tired of disliking you my brother
I'm tired of fearing you my employer

I'm tired of wasting life with you
I'm tired of you draining me

Because the enemy is working overtime
Looting our souls
Depleting our wealth
Ruling our hearts
Busy plotting our defeat
and our children's death
For the next
Five hundred years

(by Fazeel Azeez Chauhan)

4-20-03

Still I Rise

Still I Rise

As they crush my bones
In agony I’m screaming
They burn and peel my hide
As they hide scheming
In remote fox holes
Swallowing psychoactive capsules
Those gangsters can’t see me happy
They’re pitiful and jealous
Stroke their egos like a phallus
Stuck in the middle of their temples
They ejaculate when they humiliate
Like a virus they spin rumors and conspire
I want peace, those arsonists worship fire
Like cowards they attack
Ambush me slash my back
Some bomb from drones and in covert war zones
Plot with friends and foes
Blind of mirrors, they spew toxic smoke
With vengence their eyes are soaked
With shame and guilt
They rope me in, like a pope
They cast judgements
Like a lasso around my throat
I choke
They won’t let me breathe in peace
In my own defense I’m not allowed to speak
They don’t hesitate with their hate
When they see me asphyxiate
They shoot, blow out my knees
Paralyze, to keep us weak
Turn my friendly smile into a frown
In debt and uncivil wars they keep us drowned
Oppress us with dictators cause we Brown

Still, they Can’t make me a skeptic with their septic attitude
I’m a monkey wrench who gets their system unglued
I’m a free man, not a fool
I rebel against their rule
They can’t enslave me or steal my balls
As I rise above it all

by Fazeel Chauhan

4-24-09

Draw

Draw

Today
it's difficult to know
who you are
The outside world
depends on how you view
the worlds inside
In you
are vast oceans
to discover
many mountains to climb
endless resources
and hidden treasures
all waiting for you
to discover them

Slow your pace
to enjoy the journey
stop and look
f e e l
What's inside
can be seen
better
when it's put outside
like on paper
and then
you can close that chapter
draw the conclusions
and put it behind you

Let it go

So you can move forward

Take the leap of faith

Repeat

by Fazeel Azeez Chauhan

12-2-00

Dead Silence

Dead Silence

Heavy Sunday night
Lonely city streets
Blank sidewalks
Locked doors
Empty cars

Pitch dark windows
Families fast asleep
Everybody's home
Except me in a car
After a party

Five scattered stars

A rumbling train
Keeps pushing on its way

Maybe she's listening to
Sontag's voice of hope
On his radio talk show

How far is the corner
Where she seeks me
Weaving dreams
Missing me
As I am
Appealing to fate

Fazeel Azeez Chauhan

8-16-99

Eyes Dead

Dead Eyes

Poor Indian women
Sifting thru trash
At a waste dump
Newly arrived shipments
Girls stunned
Looking at camera
Social
Shared water tap
Couple sleeping on street
Homeless kids
Child begging for rupees
Cold wind blows
Baby on handle bar
Of a bicycle

Children without hope
Prostitutes
Hardcore

sober
No blinking

It's lunch time
Miles of military planes
Parked at the offence base
Left the enemy
Exploded to ashes

From Jerusalem
To all corners of the burning ball
In

some sacred and some unholy spaces
Forgotten people again pray
Pleading for a better life

(by Fazeel Azeez Chauhan, 3-19-99)

Crane

Crane

you’re the kind

           gentle breeze

                      caressing my soul

                                 you’re the fresh

                                            drink of peace

                                                       fading my load

                                                                  you’re the cultivator

                                                                             bringing me hope

                                                                                        you’re the magnetic

                                                                                                   maestro

                                                                                                              tugging my road

                                                                                                                         you’re the fusion

                                                                                                              trigger

                                                                                                   giving me support

                                                                                        you’re the sheer

                                                                             pacemaker

                                                                  drumming my role

                                                       you’re the counter

                                            balance

                                 making me whole

                      you’re the auto

           pilot

drawing me home

(by Fazeel Azeez Chauhan, 10-15-98)