It was raining, the day was warmly half bright,
All quiet, save sad birds singing to their plight;
Then, I met you. For the first time I tasted delight.
Thenceforth, the bond we formed went perfect.
Then, you left. I cried and got my heart shattered.
Days, weeks, months and years have passed.
I’d move on, the limbs look spent and retired;
To hold on, the heart was in war with mind!
To take on a night walk, mixed up together.
To swing on a garden lounger, lost in each other.
To throw stranded ***** back to their shelter.
Poor dreams, one by one thrown in the gutter.
I will outlive you. Sure. I felt so.
When? How? I can’t ask. I can’t know.
Sep 25, 2022
Sep 25, 2022 at 4:49 AM UTC
I asked how to tread on the path of love,
And told it was narrow, fun and thorny:
Well spelt in the hash colours of reality;
I hesitate to take a first or a last move.
It entices as it depresses to live alone.
But on what ground would I morally
Be held for a foreign feeling mightily,
That hasn’t stayed to claim dominion?
Love makes hearts sway by the day.
What’s better than to have your needs,
Staring at you housed in one place?
I am afraid you would take all away.
If I chose you, know that I won’t budge.
It’ll be rich and deep and real and true.
I can’t stand blamed for self inflicted woe;
Whatever works for you, I don’t judge.
Sep 4, 2022
Sep 4, 2022 at 3:22 AM UTC
Northern Lives Matter
Note the fine flowing plain lands
One where peace and order reigns
Residence to historic cultural affluence
That chaos admired from afar with pains
Homing the abiding partisan patriots
Entrenched in now ravenous blood hovers
Rustlers, insurgents effected their domains
Notorious bandits we once heard in fables.
Lives lost cruelly to obdurated elements
Imprinting images of guns and deaths
Voices raised; are our leaders ritualists?
Establishing innocent crime-made orphans
Spreading evils, afflictions and destructions.
Many a religious shrines turned death traps
And markets, farms; ransacking poor villages
That barely know governance and her benefits
Turned into flowing river of blood and tears
Emptying plangent hearts to quixotic elites
Rich in thoughts; gliding us to precipice.
Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 5:43 PM UTC
If I were to bargain
I'd peel off my skin
Or slit my chest open
And showed to a baby moon
If I were to bargain
I'd atomized my brain
Mashed or milled my spine
And showed to a rising Sun
If I were to bargain
I'd mortgage the Heaven
Earth and what's in between
And shall cherish the burden
If I were to bargain
I'd make you all mine
©12.09.21 – m.a
Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 3:55 AM UTC
Take Me
It all started in my chest,
Like a molten lava thrusts out;
Unbolting the veins and throat,
A raw feeling from the heart.
I cry when it rains;
To hide away my tears.
I laugh when it darkens;
To fight off my pains.
I long long waited to see,
You and I turned to 'we'.
I'm yours please take me,
To the upland; to the deep sea.
©03.04.20
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 2:59 AM UTC
I'd vividly recall,
Of all the times I've asked myself;
Yet failed to reconcile,
With what has long eaten me deep.
Who's this demoiselle?
Nothing convincing had ever came up!
Perhaps a noble angel,
Enwrapped in a well reserved human shape.
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC
I Thought
I could resisted these foreign feelings
You never would brought my hard built walls down
I had found an oasis in a desert of nothingness
I could put a choke hold on the universe
I Thought
I would someday be a star and you a sky
I would someday be a tree and you a sun
I would someday be a feet and you an earth
I would find an eternal ecstasy in your ecstasy
I Thought
I would balanced out your weaknesses
I would magnify your strengths
I would make you the truest version of yourself
I would make clouds covet for your will to fly
I Thought
You could water this withering garden inside me
You could nurture this innocent heart of mine
You could feed this starving fragile soul of mine
You could hold even a fraction of what I hold for you
©Fri, 27 July 2018
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC
Message
Here's a message, hope it gets to you,
From a frail soul; worn out and blue.
Can’t sleep as it is as hard to breath,
Eyes were as though to flood the earth.
Not the body nor the mind belongs to me,
You called, and thereupon they desert me.
The heart’s forgotten the taste of peace,
Nor can the spirit tell how the sky smells.
Dreary was the idea of you and I,
Pitiful I live on such oversized lie.
Were it I could at all make one plea,
I would request you just set me free.
These nett feelings have cut me deep.
I’ll fold each, neatly, and keep ‘em safe.
©2019 – Muhammad Al-Ghazali
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 7:05 AM UTC
Once a bare footed void boy
No toys. Grew up a scavenger
Forced onto an unending slumber
Little life’s thrown at him to enjoy
His first love’s at archly wrong time
This love unrequited albeit I’d cross
An angry ocean full of hungry sharks
The love given I couldn't pay a dime
No intention’s born to see yesterday
Twere as was days past before
A life methinks a compleat show
Vows left where they can’t stay
Pledged to treasure your memories
Till when death squeezes souls no more
Till when they're farther and farther and so
Are poles away from sunlight and ants
©2019 – m.a.
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
What Was Lost In False Exchange
Wait. Why was this minstrel running?
Helter-skelter, with no safe place to hide;
A race seemed beyond waters and sand,
The rose he gave thrown onto blazing fire.
Willing to walk 1000 miles and more in a blizzard.
And the wounds I got won’t be healed with a plaster.
Sad still there exist no cure for stupidity.
Love would make one ride on false hope,
Owing the heart and body eternal apology,
Sure, it holds the entire tradition of cruelty;
Town to all forms of joy, pain and despair.
I live on the bank of blissful ignorance –
Not knowing what’s nor what’s once were.
Fear what you can’t create nor can you force.
As the sun sets slowly it held the moon closer:
Love is only found in books and in poetry.
Stars perplexed, wind jumbled, oceans standstill;
Even when you gave all they can’t accept?
Ever since I heart the idea of you,
X out were all the senses in me.
Caged by sadness and petulant cry,
Happiness and love are now foreign to me.
And it digs deeper and deeper and deeper:
Now, neither me can change this nor God.
Gathered are these memories, locked up with a tear;
Except what was lost in false exchange.
©2019 – m.a.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC