The webs of time begin to unwind,
Milky Way universe of darkness,
Blackest night with a billion eyes,
I seek one grain of sand
To show you
That it cannot be done
‘Ere a million years have trickled
Drop
by
drop
bye.

Destiny rides a mare darker than white,
Tragedy is the name of the mace,
I am struck by the force of ferocity,
Offspring of glorious Mother History proudly parade
Before the victorious Time Lords,
In the reflection of an eye
I have seen a golden cage which holds
A weeping nightingale,
Her purple tears rain silently onto the dry rivers of time,
Drop
by
drop
bye.

In the time of bones
Will wires entwine with metal flesh,
It will be in the years
When the universe will digest time
And spew backwards into the past,
Fear it
This storm form the sands of time,
Drop
by
drop
bye.

Mysterious mistress mine might not you reveal all to me?
The secrets of your seductive silvery silken
Velvet creation
Explodes
Through the time tunnels,
I see the face of light approaching towards me
With outstretched fingers (or are they claws?),
Water (or is it poisonous slime?) drips from the wet body,
Drop
by
drop
bye.

I watch old Father Time drag his wizened
Body across the deserts of life,
His mistress the Second
Crawls on her stomach,
She painfully travels over the savage landscape of rocks,
Dry thorns, arid sand dunes, without even saliva
To balm her swollen tongue and chapped lips
(But I must tell all, for in truth, she had blood from her
Cracked lips to soothe her thirsty tongue).
Under the shade of the boiling sun
Each Second melts to give dry births to form
Minutes which carry the children of the Hour
Who grow up in Days
To marry Weeks which results in the creation of Months
Which eventually leads to the growth of Years,
This cycle eventually reaches a finale with the
Birth of Death,
The family of Time, watchmakers all,
From dawn to dusk
Chimes of Death do tick,
Drop
by
drop

Bye...



©Rangzeb Hussain

We must build
the twin towers of

Love

&

Peace

in our hearts...
lest we forget
and in blind ignorance
fuel and flame the fateful fires of

Hate

&

War.



©Rangzeb Hussain

"...and the Angel of Truth did walk through the land of dread,
Upon the sacred road of Freedom she without fear treads,
No man, no law, no system dare stop her soft footsteps,
The way forward freely littered with war's treacherous traps,
One fine day Peace and Beauty will finally have cause to smile,
On that day their marriage will give wings to Freedom's child..."

A day will dawn…

And we, the born, will learn to mourn,
All of us, black or white, north, south, east or west,
We have a common thread that links us all…

A mother…

We will look to the skies and our eyes will swim,
Our hearts will brim with feelings warm
And our minds will sink in memories made from material rarer than gold,

She was there when we first stepped into our first schoolroom,
She was there to warm us in the frozen heart of a pale white winter,
She was there to cool us in the volcanic lava of a scorching hot summer,

There is a chill that cuts deeper than the kiss from winter’s lips,
It will come to us all soon enough and peel away our false smiles,
The autumn branches of this life already twist and hold us in an iron grip.

Once upon a sleepy Sunday some of us ran here and there,
We fetched flowers made from paper and petals, lightly sprinkled with perfume,
Little did we know that all that was needed was always right here,

All we had to do was reach out,
Touch and hold,
Embrace and softly say…

“Love you.
Always have.
Always will.”

Those who know do so and say so with eyes and ears,
From the lips all the way down to fingertips and toes too,
They have no need for chocolates, roses or man-made greeting cards,

She was special, her life a magical miracle of the divine,
She was mother to me and mother to you
and remember too a woman is mother to all of mankind,

A wife to her husband,
A mother to her children,
And an angel of the Almighty.

A woman.
A mother.
A friend.

I miss her so much…

My rooted feet are caked in blood brown mud
yet my head gazes upon the wonders of the rainbow sky,
I offer up my prayers with thorny crowned palms
and wait as the seasons savagely storm those who have died,
The years of hate have arrived all very calm,
Behind them lie the gliding galleons of well oiled gold.

O hear my pain of wingless hope,
Gales blast me,
Hail crushes,
Tears deeply drawn from the depths of a dead headstone
are soon licked dry by the Sun’s passionate caresses,
My land burns and drowns in War’s choking smoke.

Red as the early song of dawn’s new dew
is my dream this music of black swans bleeding chants of healing,
My petals shiver and away they float leaving me bare and exposed,
Here I am then, pure as the day I was recklessly seeded,
My life balanced upon the kiss of a crushed nightingale’s hopes,
Hearts of diamond stones my graveyard beyond yonder due.

Where be the desire of Valentine which once tore into St. Sebastian
upon the scorched red Roman rust behind the Coliseum’s hated gates?
No rose dares grow there,
Trojan Cassandra looked to the sightless fates
and see how mercilessly they dealt her,
My roots forever ****** to be fertilized upon coffined carcasses.



©Rangzeb Hussain

"For the name of The Answer is...
Mercy.

His divine name is...
Love.

Say...
He
is the One,
the Forever
&
Eternal.

To Him
we will all
one day
forever return.

To love
Him
is to know
Him,
To know
Him
is to believe
Him,
and to believe
Him
is to know
Him.

This is the universal love
at the true beating
heart of
Salema:
Peace and Purity,
Submission and Obedience.

Rejoice in it,
Recite it,
Proclaim it,
Reclaim it
and free it from the
****** clawed talons
of
the evil cloaked ones,
These false prophets soaked in patriotic flags,
They dare to besmirch
the towering name
of the pure Almighty
across morning’s burning sky,
The name of Illustrious God hijacked
and daily attacked
by these fanatical suicidal firebrands.

Come my people,
You lost tribes of the world,
Let us all hold our hands
and lean towards
Al-’Islām’s pearled valley of the divine,
Let us all drink from this precious cup overflowing with
Love
&
Peace
&
Tranquillity,
Mercy too.

Listen to this,
My plea of
Compassion
&
Reason,
Let us to Eden once again
and there plant the rose tree
of our Beloved
Al-Karīm, Al-'Azīm, Al-Khāliq, Al-Mujīb."*



©Rangzeb Hussain

Outside the weeping windowpane...

The eyes!

Bloodshot, boiling and bleeding hot...

Veined in Samhain's pagan pain...

Wet with death's desperate desire...

The eyes!

Coiled round and round...

Dripping poison in Halloween's haunted season...

Yellowed, piercing and in evil forever rejoicing...

The eyes!

Inside!

The eyes are inside!

I have no more dusty dark places to hide...

For the eyes are...

Mine! Mine! Mine!



©Rangzeb Hussain

Hot,
Humid,
Awake,
Sweating,
My body unshackled
from the smothering confines of nightly fabric,
I lie exposed and unveiled
to the peeping eyes of the ****** night,
The throne of my forested desire
throbs with a pulsating fire,
My body yearns,
It turns here
and there
twisting the silky bed sheets,
I reach for the pillow
and
press the soft coldness
to my feverish face,
My love for

you

will never ever ebb,
I want you here
to calm my stormy sensuality,
I am no longer the captain of my libido laden ship,
The wanton crew of my stirring soul is tossed
upon ***** seas,
My sails seep with love's liquid lechery
and my fleshy mast is gorged and passionately perspires,
It stiffly smoulders and itches and rises upright
and the tip drips with aromatic moonlight,
Let me rapidly stroke
and come with all pistons pumping into your curvaceous Chinese port,
Oh, my husky darling, throw wide open your harbour's shapely thighs,
Let me plunge my craving anchor deeply,
Oh! so wet and sweetly,
Let the sultry fireworks of our carnality unify and our universes combine,
Bliss! Oh, how I do so much dream of you,

Yet...

My tongue is parched,
My ***** lips are dry,
My throat hungrily burns,
Oh! caress me, lick me, kiss me to life,
Offer to me the hypnotic narcotic of your honey
and let me **** upon your delicate dates
moistened with the milky nectar of paradise,
The air of your smooth touch alone
would cool my licentious temperature,
In the dawn I would surely rise
to face the new day
with a wicked smile making merry upon my chaste face.



©Rangzeb Hussain

"Pray tell,
what be this strange breeze
that does so gently blow,
so gently does it kiss
my eyes & ears?
Methinks, 'tis the air of my land,
my land so far away,
so far away
over the distant ocean,
I didst this morn wave farewell
to my country
of the green hills and sleeping valleys.
Mayhap,
in the weeping of the winter
I shall return to my land
of gentle mists and soft rains..."*



©Rangzeb Hussain

My soul today in blood did weep,
Shorn are my wings and my head ensnared in necromantic sleep,
For she who I love
have loved
will love,
She silenced me with silence,
The reckless world does cruelly mock and never sees
those without a voice,
There is no freedom in forced choices,
Responsibility, I have been informed,
was yesterday in the sewer drowned,
Thus it is I have learnt
the lesson by being on the crossroad broken and burnt,
My storm flavoured lady
do you really see me as infernal Hades?

"Why hast thou so easily
forsaken
One
who would sail the endless
uncharted oceans
at your bidding?"

I was always yours to command,
Your sweet word was my bond,
This night I stand mute by the crest of the craggy cliffs,
All these wrecks were once my dreaming ships,
My life so swiftly nailed
before it could upon the horizon set and sail.

On the windswept crag my mind swirls and aches,
My heart each and every day now hotly blisters and bakes,
One look back do I take
for to glance yet again and slake
my thirst at the fountain of your devastating smile,
You tell me we shall nevermore be reconciled,
Then I am no more!
I plummet to the depths of the foaming shore,
Just a speck in the moonlight,
Carrion crows shall not be denied their delight,
They shall feast upon the carcass of the morrow,
Already thou hast forgot me and my sorrow.

O, my love!
I love you yet, my dove!
****** though I be
and even though my eyes be closed your beauty yet I see!
O, come back to me please
And cut down my corpse from this weeping Judas tree.



©Rangzeb Hussain

"...and upon the distant shores of the moon's forgotten milky coast,
Where the sweet light sways and dances
and shimmers upon your heavenly eyes,
There I shall embrace and hold you,
Oh how our divinely united souls shall dance,
Come sit next to me my gently whispering love,
We two shall caress away all our troubles
and be at peace under the canopy of the stars,
Let the music of the moonlight play our love's serenade for all eternity..."

“...fear me,
for I am the storm bringer,
I will bring forth from mine eyes
the darkness that heralds
the end
of
time itself...”*



©Rangzeb Hussain

Say...*

Let not this rare day be dimmed,
Embrace this gift of life gracefully,
Above us rise the true blue skies,
The slow golden hued sun richly glows,
The swaying breeze gently kisses your lips,
Across the land do the birds of the dawn sing a hymn,
This cool blue symphonic pool is the goal of the soul,
Go now and make a special play of this magical day,
Cast away all sorrow for a change will always be born on the morrow.



©Rangzeb Hussain

I wrote to her,
Phoned her too,
Left a text for her,
Sent her a postcard,
Even e-mailed her,

But...

Nothing,

Only the gaping silence
of the deepest chasm,
I am left with

Nothing

but a memory and a dream,
I think back now to a late Spring morning
when the world's birds sang
and I too sang with them,
It was the music written by her fingertips
across the acres of my now aching soul,
We met and talked through the gallery,
I could smell Summer's fragrance in her red hair
as we walked through room after room decorated
with art from the heart of a bygone time,
I gave her a book of poetry by Christina Rossetti
which made her smile and her voice sparkled,

Shyly, we two parted,
I, too full of fear to say what my heart did feel,
She, too much in awe to say the few words,
The words that would drip colour upon my canvas
with the brightest rainbow yet splashed,
That paint from the brush of her pearl,

I have now only tears that
daily erase the weeping paint of my love,
"My fair maid...
Why must you remain silent?"
Let us bridge this ravine with the diamonds days
which once joined our soul searching minds,
"O, what I would now give
to have those dreaming days back again..."



©Rangzeb Hussain

King Rat gnawed at the piece of wood for to bite and dine!
God's pure name was inscribed upon the battered sign,
But King Rat continued to snack like it was the flesh of freshly caught cod,

What was this then, maybe Rat was God?

Aha, oh no, but along came slinky Mistress Cat!
So quick and nimble was she, up she snapped and gobbled up fat King Rat,
She licked her lips upon a fallen slab of greasy salty lard,

What was this then, maybe Mistress Cat was God?

Aha, oh no, but along came faithful Master Dog!
Away he chased crafty Mistress Cat into the swampy mired bog,
Hardworking Master Dog surveyed his domain and his tail stood up to attention like a rigid rod,

What was this then, maybe Master Dog was God?

Aha, oh no, but along came Chief Wolf!
He bites and shakes hard into the collar of Master Dog, the neck tears like fleecy wool,
Blood ran down Chief Wolf's chin and he smiled with victory as he sat down by the warm coal road,

What was this then, maybe Chief Wolf was God?

Aha, oh no, but along came the Queen of Fire!
Into Chief Wolf she passionately burns, into ashes was he burnt upon her sultry bed of burning pyre,
The gleaming Queen of Fire burned with glowing glory, there was red life yet in her pulsating bud,

What was this then, maybe the Queen of Fire was God?

Aha, oh no, but along came a river of Mighty Water!
The fiery Queen of Fire hisses and fizzles and soon she is nothing more than steam, all slaughtered,
Mighty Water flows vast and rampant, he rules his oceanic valley just like a pea in a pod,

What was then, maybe Mighty Water was God?

Aha, oh no, but along came a pure-hearted Man!
Very thirsty was he and so away he gulps and guzzles the Mighty Water in the glen,
He channels the Mighty Water to quench his dry farmlands, this was indeed a smart farming lad,

What was this then, maybe Man was God?

Aha, oh no, but along went the Man licking a ripe red cherry ****!
Into the hallowed building of prayer he does go and gently picks up the Rat bitten name of God,
Down falls the Man upon his knees, he prays, he bows, he silently nods, he wishes his soul was resting in the blissful garden of his beloved God,

What was this then? Maybe...

God

IS

God!



©Rangzeb Hussain

Your graceful art
stole my heart,

Your etches and lines
drew the love of the divine,

Your sincerity and elation
sketched the beauty of God’s creation,

Your gentle integrity
made me see the warmth of real beauty,

Your soft tones and purity
overflowed with passion and simplicity,

Your shading from the dark to light
is the way to enlighten,

Your image of a son sitting across a father’s shoulders
was the very essence of love’s labouring soldiers,

Your face of a girl in modest thought
so rich with many details caught,

Your natural talent
in this world is very relevant,

Your fruitful search
will quench your soul’s thirst.



©Rangzeb Hussain