Tasneem Moosa

Tasneem Moosa May 2015

The ever moving traveller, time marches only forward.
A moment created is now a moment passed.
Enslaved to time our organic progression is also our journey to decay.
The rhythm of the ticking of the clock enchanted to change what was.

Hail to the giver of joy and memory
We wage war against the conqueror of life itself.
Time is understood but never acknowledged.
Immortality is our comfort yet is never ours for the taking.

The gift of time is a treasure that we cast into the sea of waste.
The giver of memory walks beside us but is no loyal companion.
Swimming against the ancient flow of the unseen river which we all bathe in.
Time and fate tethered star crossed lovers,embrace the love story of ages.

Dance to the rhythm of the ticking of the clock for only your flesh is bound by time.
Rejoice in the memories of time passed, those are gifts not all will receive.

Tasneem Moosa May 2015

LOVE

Broken and defeated I kneel at your feet uncontested ruler of man.
Your favour is bliss embodied,your wrath no less than sorrow invoked.
Blood and armour in hand this war has no victors.
Armed with misery,doubt and pain your sword pierces deeper than my flesh.

A landscape of confounding beauty for as far as the eye could see is a distant memory in this shattered mind.
Your beauty and awe replaced by unyielding dark wastelands of tragedy.
I was your loyal subject,the architect of your majestic temple.
Your promise of eternity and happiness unsurpassed enticed my hunger and at the table I feasted.

Time after time you posses me and rule over my body and heart.
Beautiful demon of lies you exorcise yourself and rip a piece of me with your departure.
An ever faithful servant my heart feeds you loyalty,commitment and trust.
You weave 2 souls together making one unrecognisable from the other, then burn the beautiful garment in the flames of mistrust, lust and discontentment.
Master of transformation morphing from love to resentment.
Sustainer of the heart and it's only destroyer.

Written by my amazing brother

Tasneem Moosa May 2015

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L O V E
A simple word with a simple meaning
No complex theories, no rocket science
Yet the most difficult thing to hold onto
H A P P I N E S S
Simple…maybe not?
The two go hand in hand
Or so we think?
What is life without love and affection?
It is emptiness, devoid of emotion
Darkness, devoid of light
Weakness, devoid of strength
Barbarism, devoid of humanity
L I F E
The beginning and ending of all creations
Happiness and sadness
Strength and weakness
Humility and pride
Greatness… cast into our genes from the beginning of time
Forming and shaping the world we live in
Steering our minds with vast new possibilities and opportunities
It is woven into our spirit
It is what we are born with
WHO WE ARE
WHAT WE ARE
Despite the condemnation we are and forever will be GREATNESS.

Tasneem Moosa Nov 2014

The meridian passing

They say that nothing is more beautiful than the rising or the setting of the sun
Like a band of exquisite colors becoming undone
The meridian passing… its simplicity shown through complexity
This to the human eye brings nothing but perplexity
The creator’s intellect unfurled
Like an ecstasy it draws you, searching the depths of your soul
Holding the secret of pleasures unknown
The next time you take a moment to just be, remember that we are but tiny specks of dust
Placed in a world of splendor and beauty gifted to us through trust
Take pleasure and indulge in the simplicity of creation
Let it take you to the depths of bliss as you enjoy every sensation…

Tasneem Moosa Oct 2014

Broke

Like an animal you caged me and led me to the slaughter
You ripped apart my chest and exposed my beating heart
You grasped it in your hands and watched my soul crumble as you squashed it in my face

You trampled upon my feelings and spat words of hatred and despair
You looked into my eyes and called me obtuse,
How ironic that i gave you my scars and you promised to heal them, only to deepen them and break my soul beyond repair

You were my moon and stars in the dark of night, or so i thought,
only to find that I was the light and you my darkness
Like seasons change and the tide forces the sea to the earth and smothers everything in sight,
As mountains erupt and turn into violent volcanoes ready to destroy every living thing in it's path,
so too did your love run cold
and your heart froze

Tasneem Moosa Sep 2014

Take me back

Take me back to a time when love was king and we were enslaved
When it rushed through my veins and shone through my skin,
When the world was bright and all that mattered was the direction of the wind,
When we sat up for hours and spoke about everything and nothing in between
Take me back, back to a time when we awaited the swelling of the storm and the rough of the sea
When we stood firm and planted our feet in the sands of fate as the tide rose up and contested our love
Take me back so that I may feel secure again, take me back so I may feel loved again
Take me back just for a fleeting moment that I might remember what it felt like to be happy again
Take me back, back to the time when love was king.

Tasneem Moosa Sep 2014

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The sun rises and birds sing sweet
It is a monotonous melancholy of deceit
Blinded by tribulations, intoxicated with stress
We portray a beautiful lie and hide mountains that depress
A new day dawns
Place the mask upon your face, it is time to conform
Creator of heaven and earth, do you hear my cries and await my spiritual rebirth?
My soul drowns in a sea of dread and disease
I strive for grace and wish to please
Move me from grace to grace
Shelter me from those wanting to slow down my pace
Oh flesh of my flesh and bones of my bones
My ancestor’s, those whom have condemned me to the unknown
Seeking knowledge of evil and good
It is Adam and Eve that we owe our impaired souls to
Dust to dust so our bodies will rot
Striving for acceptance embracing the plot
Needle to thread, so the master begins he’s repair
Sewn together with love and grace, falling apart with hatred and rigor
One stitch another tear so the circle of life goes on
Is it really through necessity that we must conform?
Change the pace, pick up your grace, remove the mask, expose your true face