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Rangzeb Hussain Jan 2013
The rains that once brought her the warmth of his gentle embrace,
Those rains have returned,
But now there is no more reassuring warmth
nor is there the scent of love,
His freshly splashed aftershave no longer mingles with the raindrops on her cheeks.

Under this lush greenwood avenue would she and he caress and talk,
Their shy miles spoke sweeter than words,
They had no need for long nightly chats,
Their love ran deeper and smoother than the reservoir
Where they used to sit in the days before the rains came.

In the field where he once played under the shade of the old oak tree,
Now there is only a burnt out stump,
Lightening struck there once and tore out the heart of the oak,
Softly falls the rain, deep it runs into the roots and veins,
Her sinking subconscious swims through the fragrance of the falling rain.

On the evening air there is a sigh of another dying day,
The pathway ahead of her shimmers with the wet memory pools of another dead day,
Somewhere along this now lonely road she lost something rare,
After the fall of love she found a way to live under the cold cloak of life,
Without him there by her side under the umbrella there is no reflection of joy.

Behind her, shadows of the past call after her, begging her to turn back,
Ahead of her, the path grows a little lighter,
Above her, the trees and clouds shift apart to shower light and hope,
Around her, the leaves glow green and red and yellow gold,
There was a storm once, and after the rains, came the silence of solitude.
Rangzeb Hussain Jan 2013
Supple and smooth, silky soft skin,
Sensual, secretive and seductive,
It curves, full of curvaceous curls,

Hips glisten and warm to the touch,
Flawless flesh full of flirtatious discovery,
Horizons hatch with moist mystery,

Lascivious legs luscious and long,
And there nesting was a stark naked message,
It was sculpted in lines shaped with skull bone,

At the source where beautiful Life is birthed,
Right there at the doors of delirious desires,
Death held seat on the throne of Life.
Rangzeb Hussain Jan 2013
The white feathers sail through the winter's whispers,
It is the bird of hope,
She is the dove of joy and love's peace too,
Her music carries the pure blood of the red rose,
In her beak she carries a message older than the universe,
It reads...
*"Humanity,
Drink from my cup,
Dip your heart in my love,
And rise to sing the glory of peace,
The child of mercy has been born.
I am the herald of the New Year.
The majestic Beloved, my eternal maker,
His music sings of the brotherhood of nations."
Rangzeb Hussain Nov 2012
"Rage...

This will end in the birth of Rage...

We, who sit back and watch silently
on our television screens,
we remain mute at our own peril...

Beware the evil men do,
for one day soon,
their evil will come and haunt us all...

Their evil will silence us once and for all...

Speak now!

Shout now!

Scream now!

or...

You will learn to weep
in the twisted shadows of your sleep!"
Rangzeb Hussain Nov 2012
Her life was measured by the shimmering song of life,

Her beauty will live on in the art and memory of mankind,

Her name was Norma Jeane but Marilyn was her star’s sign,

Her eyes now drink in the dreaming valley of the eternal divine.
Rangzeb Hussain Nov 2012
Tonight...

A child clings to the cold chest of his mother,
A brother sees his sister crushed in death's sleep,

Tonight...

A city is shelled from morning till the dead of night,
A nation is hit hard from high in the burning sky,

Tonight...

A desert family is decimated beyond all measure of hope,
A sound pierces through the hearts of those deep in grief,

Tonight...*

The Lord of All knows,
The mother of a dead child knows...
Rangzeb Hussain Nov 2012
Remember them...

They were soldiers once upon a time,
They fought so we could live in better times,

Remember them...

Many of them died far from their families and homes,
Many of them came back with scars and broken bones,

Remember them...

They are old, and fast marching time is not on their side,
They are old, please help them live with dignity and pride,

Remember them...
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