Let me come and put on your shoes
Let me come and took you on a journey
Let me come when you are sleeping
and make my bed by your side
Let me infuse you with my spirit
Let me dye you with fresh colors
Let me give you a new name
Let me bring you freedom
Let me make the clouds bless your home
and call your name
Let me ask the Stars to burn oudh in your room
Let me make your mood,
your breath,
your heart
take flight like a bird
Let me make the wind sweep through your bedroom
Let me dress you with the morning breeze
Now you and I are one
I have given you a new name
You are Mine
Can we ever answer the eternal question that would give meaning to our existence and refuge to our thoughts?
Monday, April 13, 2020
Friday, April 10, 2020
Isn't this Magical?
When you rest your head on my shoulder
I am at peace with the world
The radio plays our favourite songs
the weather is perfect
and time just seems to stop
Isn't this magical?
I am at peace with the world
The radio plays our favourite songs
the weather is perfect
and time just seems to stop
Isn't this magical?
Tuesday, April 07, 2020
Why do you?
Why do you spend a lifetime staring at the mirrors of your past
busy absorbing your reflection
Listen -
Within you flow unending rivers of wisdom
You have grasped the meaning of nothingness
Even though the lucky ones in your life
lack stars in the heavens, lack shadows on the earth
they welcome any stars
that grace their devastated sky.
O, my friend, my dear friend,
turn your anguish into constellations
busy absorbing your reflection
Listen -
Within you flow unending rivers of wisdom
You have grasped the meaning of nothingness
Even though the lucky ones in your life
lack stars in the heavens, lack shadows on the earth
they welcome any stars
that grace their devastated sky.
O, my friend, my dear friend,
turn your anguish into constellations
Saturday, April 04, 2020
Fragrance of You
I kinda tripped over some of my old work and thought i did give it a home :
The soft fragrance of you
floats with the breeze,
Is tickled by the fingers of breeze.
It has set out to find my body
The soft fragrance of you
Has put chains on my feets;
It encircles my neck and wrist.
The soft fragrance of you
Lies hidden in this moment we share
It slithers through the breeze;
It has set out to find my body.
The soft fragrance of you
floats with the breeze,
Is tickled by the fingers of breeze.
It has set out to find my body
The soft fragrance of you
Has put chains on my feets;
It encircles my neck and wrist.
The soft fragrance of you
Lies hidden in this moment we share
It slithers through the breeze;
It has set out to find my body.
Wednesday, October 08, 2014
Still breathing..
When I look back at this long deserted blog, I wonder what i felt when i made those posts...
So much has happened in my life during these last years.
I am still alive...
the eye of my past, future
and this, my evidence:
roving through unborn Time
I shall slumber in its history
if I was, then I shall be
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Meet Me..
Here, meet Me,
Artless Me
Me
Not of the book
nor of wine
Me
Not of letters
nor of numbers
Me
Not of books
nor of machines
Not of space
nor of the world
Me of doubt
I am just a negative
greater negatives, lesser men
upon me look with favor!
Artless Me
Me
Not of the book
nor of wine
Me
Not of letters
nor of numbers
Me
Not of books
nor of machines
Not of space
nor of the world
Me of doubt
I am just a negative
greater negatives, lesser men
upon me look with favor!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Farewell.. Ali.. Farewell My Bro
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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