The broken Glasses and Plastic Plates
The broken mirrors that tell the tales
Of life I once spent in shadows
The lingering fears I silently swallowed
All the birthdays never celebrated
Tools and Knives contemplated
Hidden in the boxes, never to be found
Pistol in drawer with empty rounds
The music played but there's no sound
Within the walls of the haunted house
I knew that place, I knew it well
My only home, we had to sell
Bitter memories, I try to forget
'Hide away , records and cassettes'
Take down the frames, hide the pictures
'He'll tear it all', said my sister
The calls for help, you may not hear
Don't listen to the music, don't cover your ears
One cloudy day, I came back home
To find her face, in a bluish tone
Pretended that I never saw
Raging pain in my fainting heart
It was a brick, he intended to use
Changed his mind, just punched and bruised
I loved that record, I loved it much
He threw it away, it melted in the sun
I loved that picture in golden frame
He tore it apart, it was never the same
The life went on like this forever
Sky sees light, that our hearts could never......to be continued...
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
The rain whispered to the leaves, "She needs my music to silent the restless echoes, but I can't sustain".
The leaves rustled, "Farewell my friend"
And then she read in the psithurism of the trees.
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 3:52 AM UTC
If I could see the world through my brother's eyes
Perhaps,
Truths would turn to lies
And the lies, truths
If I could feel the world through his skin
Perhaps,
My wrists would burn from all the friction
Of the restrains and caused affliction
If I could hear the world through his ears
The names calling and all the smears
Would never fade, only I could hear
If I could be him for just one day,
Perhaps I drown in the gushing fears
O God! if I could see my brother through your eyes
Would I see a human or a firefly?
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
What good is love that does not last
Melts your heart and then departs
Yet peels with it, the livid pieces
That enfold but lust, in filthy creases
So seek the love of One above
Whose fire is light, that lights the dust
Thus shimmering dots of dust's your whole
Traces the line that leads you Home
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 3:25 AM UTC
If only I could preserve her motherhood in a bottle of glass, I could have forever slept in the luminous embrace of its hypnotic tenderness.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
The absence of stillness is time. Time and stillness cannot coexist. Time is never your present for as you spell your very moment, it has already become your past. Make haste or sleep, but do not waste the energy of "unstill", you owe it to Nature.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
Against the gentlest ashen bones n’ flesh
I brush my skin and devour this gest
Driveling to stretch these moments last
For let me relish this spell afore;
My beloved becomes my precious past
On this illusory floor of lustrous dreams
I smash the glass of self-esteem
Tapping and whirling until I’m bereaved
For let me evanesce in pulse afore;
The hour is struck of my beloved’s leave
I pluck the leaves of my insanity n’ grief
And brew it well with my rusty belief
On this unsullied tongue I taste the wine
For let me drink before they lift;
Walls around my beloved’s shrine
Over the tormented waters;
I build a wharf and cast my woes
And I lay in peace as a sleeping child
Whilst averting noises n’ my cries
For let me rest in peace afore;
Veils are laid as my beloved dies
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
The colors that best define the beauty of colors is black and white; hence the reason my memories are all grey, for they preserve the best of colors of life.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
O’ bewailed seeker of the seeker
Wandering in the corridor of tenet
Yet opening doors as a blind valet
To the master of secular need
That materialistic greed
On your slumping soul it feeds
Won’t you lift the veil from your heart?
For the doors are new yet all the same
To the rooms of silken gold of shame
O’ lamented!
To annihilate this lust and moist your lips
Don’t cup your hand, nor take the sip
“To quench this thirst, be the sea”
Your heart is vessel so sail THIS ship
Cruise the waters; sail wide and strive
Dig the hole deep, drown and rise
O’ grieving self
Now you conserve the flame of “fikr”
You are the sea yet how good is
When contained in self, veiling the bliss?
“To quench your thirst, be the rain”
Sprinkle the leaves and be that trail
Of lush green ivy once livid and pale
Undone the knots and unlock the chains,
For the dust, for the smoke and the fading lights
Aren’t those ones who have most right?
“But to be the rain, must be that vapor”
That gazes at “shams” and let it burn
The glistening surface of its being
Surrenders its berth of cradling sea
And submits its sole to the Highest being
A sage once said Fire and Rain
Are in unison; are one name
Immortality!
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 8:36 AM UTC
It always hurts to turn and finish last pages of the book.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC