Let yourself be my shore
where I shall crash like a wave
and seek shelter from deep dark ocean
Let yourself be my river
where I shall swim like a fish
safe from what lies above
Let yourself be my sky
where I shall fly like a bird
caged in freedom of your infinity
Let yourself be my candle
where I shall spend away like a moth
with you being my only light
Let yourself be my breath of life
and I shall live like a worshiper
breathing you within, I shall gain eternity…
26-07-05
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Untitled
Inspiration
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.
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entangled in soft plains of her porcelain skin
caught in sweet whispers of her obsidian eyes
he drinks from oceans of her heart
and crashes like a resilient tide
against shores of his own need
.
.
.
Obsession
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.
.
burning inside out
like a fire that never ceases
she melts and showers like a rainfall
pouring her rivers within him
and he drowns
.
.
.
Worship
.
.
.
Intertwined in her path
like a myrmidon he follows sweet scent of heavens
kneeling before him as she whispers
‘Speak me in your prayers my love,
and I shall hear you in mine…’
.
.
.
25-07-05
.
.
.
entangled in soft plains of her porcelain skin
caught in sweet whispers of her obsidian eyes
he drinks from oceans of her heart
and crashes like a resilient tide
against shores of his own need
.
.
.
Obsession
.
.
.
burning inside out
like a fire that never ceases
she melts and showers like a rainfall
pouring her rivers within him
and he drowns
.
.
.
Worship
.
.
.
Intertwined in her path
like a myrmidon he follows sweet scent of heavens
kneeling before him as she whispers
‘Speak me in your prayers my love,
and I shall hear you in mine…’
.
.
.
25-07-05
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Silent City
O’ my sweetest love
What must we do?
These are such times
When the passers by
have ceased to come
Not a single footstep
echoes in the silent city of our heart
O’ my sweetest love
What must we do?
The winds have ceased to exist
Even the dust settled long ago
has vanished without a trace
erasing memories of our short lived past
O’ my sweetest love
What must we do?
Such is our fate
that will not let it be
Yet our eyes gaze out in constant agony
towards the paths
where his feet once tread upon our hopes
O’ my sweetest love
What must we do?
He knows, he is aware,
he is the keeper of our city
whose very pillars of existence
stand alive
at the mercy of his glimpse
O’ my sweetest love
What must we do?
So forlorn is the ambience
Even our own voice refuses
to echo in our ears
So silent is the city of our heart
23.05.2004
What must we do?
These are such times
When the passers by
have ceased to come
Not a single footstep
echoes in the silent city of our heart
O’ my sweetest love
What must we do?
The winds have ceased to exist
Even the dust settled long ago
has vanished without a trace
erasing memories of our short lived past
O’ my sweetest love
What must we do?
Such is our fate
that will not let it be
Yet our eyes gaze out in constant agony
towards the paths
where his feet once tread upon our hopes
O’ my sweetest love
What must we do?
He knows, he is aware,
he is the keeper of our city
whose very pillars of existence
stand alive
at the mercy of his glimpse
O’ my sweetest love
What must we do?
So forlorn is the ambience
Even our own voice refuses
to echo in our ears
So silent is the city of our heart
23.05.2004
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Untitled
Your touch…
felt
drunk…
drowned within,
in sweet whispers of your symphonies
your fingers
around curves of my skin
feeling my songs
inside my bones
playing with their strings
as of some beautiful instrument
burning inside
brushing as feathers
letting me melt within
in music of your lips
ethereal…
untangling threads of distance
with my lips
tasting ether of your nearness
shivering
with touch of eternity
of you…
lifting me off my body
letting me rest
where your soul resides
in you…
19.07.05
felt
drunk…
drowned within,
in sweet whispers of your symphonies
your fingers
around curves of my skin
feeling my songs
inside my bones
playing with their strings
as of some beautiful instrument
burning inside
brushing as feathers
letting me melt within
in music of your lips
ethereal…
untangling threads of distance
with my lips
tasting ether of your nearness
shivering
with touch of eternity
of you…
lifting me off my body
letting me rest
where your soul resides
in you…
19.07.05
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Untitled
When the moons have stopped circling
and the only star you were after
resides next to you
unreachable… unthinkable…
then you know what you have
and what you don’t have
you spread your wings
for that long flight
to touch shine of that divinity
and on the sails of sweet whispering breeze
you fly towards up above heavens
you climb toward the unknown
you climb toward victory
for whatever you strive for
it’s given to you
with your heart as eloquent as
the sound of holy words
and your prayers as worthwhile
as the visit to those sacred places
and you reach…
you reach where you deserved to be.
16.07.05
and the only star you were after
resides next to you
unreachable… unthinkable…
then you know what you have
and what you don’t have
you spread your wings
for that long flight
to touch shine of that divinity
and on the sails of sweet whispering breeze
you fly towards up above heavens
you climb toward the unknown
you climb toward victory
for whatever you strive for
it’s given to you
with your heart as eloquent as
the sound of holy words
and your prayers as worthwhile
as the visit to those sacred places
and you reach…
you reach where you deserved to be.
16.07.05
Saturday, July 09, 2005
A passage from Umair faizullah's Poem
Tempt my fingers
To dance on your skin
Tempt them true
(Until) I’ve become you
To dance on your skin
Tempt them true
(Until) I’ve become you
Anxiety
I feel strange today. Perhaps it's the anxiety associated with so many things yet to happen in my little world. I am to start my new job on Monday plus other things. I am just... what is the word!
I feel strange today. I am not hoping for a good start. I am praying for it. Praying always helps. I would rather pray than just hope. I prayed today. I prayed for a lot of people I know. I prayed for their prosperity and success. I am sure once in a while they pray for me as well. I am sure they remember me in their prayers. Perhaps some of the good things that have happened to me is because they prayed for them to happen to me.
I feel strange today. There are things... thoughts circling around my mind and I cannot pen them down. They haven't yet taken the shape of words. I don't know yet what these things are. There is something that is bothering me. Yet I don't know what it is. Perhaps I'll find out soon. Perhaps I never will.
I feel strange today. I am not sad. But I am not exactly happy either. I guess this feeling is so subtle that even I cannot give it a name. It is something. And perhaps it's nothing. Even feeling nothing sometimes equates to feeling something.
I have written crap here. But even writing crap sometimes is good. So I'll keep writing...
I feel strange today...
I feel strange today. I am not hoping for a good start. I am praying for it. Praying always helps. I would rather pray than just hope. I prayed today. I prayed for a lot of people I know. I prayed for their prosperity and success. I am sure once in a while they pray for me as well. I am sure they remember me in their prayers. Perhaps some of the good things that have happened to me is because they prayed for them to happen to me.
I feel strange today. There are things... thoughts circling around my mind and I cannot pen them down. They haven't yet taken the shape of words. I don't know yet what these things are. There is something that is bothering me. Yet I don't know what it is. Perhaps I'll find out soon. Perhaps I never will.
I feel strange today. I am not sad. But I am not exactly happy either. I guess this feeling is so subtle that even I cannot give it a name. It is something. And perhaps it's nothing. Even feeling nothing sometimes equates to feeling something.
I have written crap here. But even writing crap sometimes is good. So I'll keep writing...
I feel strange today...
Friday, July 08, 2005
Rivalries of emotions
Rivalries of emotions
Superfluous
for the sake of blasphemy
I am the name of your lust
I am the river of your sins
among threads of lies
tangled
and un-certain
like profane scribbling
among holiness
like perfidious companions
among the devote
I am the wisdom of your mind
I am the vice of your heart
scattered
like shattered pieces of glass
upon your path
where I tread
with bloodied feet
and satanic smile
I belonged to you
overshadowed
with your indifference
I break free
and I become...
among rivalries of emotions
I am the lessons of my own deeds
I am the moral of my own stories
08.07.05
Superfluous
for the sake of blasphemy
I am the name of your lust
I am the river of your sins
among threads of lies
tangled
and un-certain
like profane scribbling
among holiness
like perfidious companions
among the devote
I am the wisdom of your mind
I am the vice of your heart
scattered
like shattered pieces of glass
upon your path
where I tread
with bloodied feet
and satanic smile
I belonged to you
overshadowed
with your indifference
I break free
and I become...
among rivalries of emotions
I am the lessons of my own deeds
I am the moral of my own stories
08.07.05
How You Smile
How You Smile
I am bleeding in
feeling your pain
and how you smile
trapped among thousand pieces
and the blood keeps drizzling
like monsoon rain
and I am there
inside out
screaming your name
and how you smile
caged among your forgotten emotions
I am drained out like
like dead fish
with my open eyes
kissing you goodbye
and how you smile
left among decaying symphonies
like opera of my songs
where my love story ends
and I wonder when did it begin?
as you questioned me once
“what becomes of us?”
leaving me as confused
as drapery around my soul
and I am gone
like an open window
watching you smile
and how you smile
08.07.05
I am bleeding in
feeling your pain
and how you smile
trapped among thousand pieces
and the blood keeps drizzling
like monsoon rain
and I am there
inside out
screaming your name
and how you smile
caged among your forgotten emotions
I am drained out like
like dead fish
with my open eyes
kissing you goodbye
and how you smile
left among decaying symphonies
like opera of my songs
where my love story ends
and I wonder when did it begin?
as you questioned me once
“what becomes of us?”
leaving me as confused
as drapery around my soul
and I am gone
like an open window
watching you smile
and how you smile
08.07.05
Fool’s Grave
Wrote this for Sarem... With Much Love... -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Fool’s grave
In the cradle of my death
I hate writing with your hands
I hate thinking with your mind
I hate speaking with your tongue
Because all you have to offer
is a lie
Fool’s grave
In the backyard of my house
Do I bury my bones there as well?
Or do I hope for a better end?
I hate your fucking nerves
You bid me farewell
while I lie half naked in my confusions
Fool’s grave
In the barren plains of my heart
where I’ve buried more, resurrected a few
thinking I shall be dead
And follow your infant trail
while I walk unto oblivion
thinking you’re still here
Fool’s grave
In the spill of my dreams
around the corners of my memories
deepened in the earth of my thoughts
where you shall always live
And echo within my walls
“I am your biggest fan alive”
20.06.04
Fool’s grave
In the cradle of my death
I hate writing with your hands
I hate thinking with your mind
I hate speaking with your tongue
Because all you have to offer
is a lie
Fool’s grave
In the backyard of my house
Do I bury my bones there as well?
Or do I hope for a better end?
I hate your fucking nerves
You bid me farewell
while I lie half naked in my confusions
Fool’s grave
In the barren plains of my heart
where I’ve buried more, resurrected a few
thinking I shall be dead
And follow your infant trail
while I walk unto oblivion
thinking you’re still here
Fool’s grave
In the spill of my dreams
around the corners of my memories
deepened in the earth of my thoughts
where you shall always live
And echo within my walls
“I am your biggest fan alive”
20.06.04
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Love-ly
Whisper in your heart
where you held me so shallow
and like a dying fish I swam
toward your forgotten passages
...ended me deep with stabs of your lust
and I fell in love
touching with my burnt silk
and your curtains of flowing white
hiding wounds of my hope
yes my love, we remember our twitching
we remember our final night
as I held on to your broken sighs,
...as you let go off my screams
clutching your shirt beneath your oblivion
where you wore my favourite perfume
in my favourite restaurant
“My Lovely Asima” echoes,
just how you’d say it
...with only the ‘love-ly’ word
attached to my entire universe
...and I was yours
in those few breathless moments
when you levitated
letting me fall, I had touched the sky
with only ourselves to each other
wrapped around a fabric of broken threads
with your last kiss on my right cheek
with my last touch on your left arm
hand in hand, it was the sight to see
with twilights flickering
with stars shooting
...and our kisses became butterflies
flying high as my world ended
beneath their wings
and drapery around our souls vanished
I was left naked staring at your silent waters
where the ships dock and die
...ended our journey
ended me.
Yes, I remember,
once I was yours
...once I was lovely
13.03.05
where you held me so shallow
and like a dying fish I swam
toward your forgotten passages
...ended me deep with stabs of your lust
and I fell in love
touching with my burnt silk
and your curtains of flowing white
hiding wounds of my hope
yes my love, we remember our twitching
we remember our final night
as I held on to your broken sighs,
...as you let go off my screams
clutching your shirt beneath your oblivion
where you wore my favourite perfume
in my favourite restaurant
“My Lovely Asima” echoes,
just how you’d say it
...with only the ‘love-ly’ word
attached to my entire universe
...and I was yours
in those few breathless moments
when you levitated
letting me fall, I had touched the sky
with only ourselves to each other
wrapped around a fabric of broken threads
with your last kiss on my right cheek
with my last touch on your left arm
hand in hand, it was the sight to see
with twilights flickering
with stars shooting
...and our kisses became butterflies
flying high as my world ended
beneath their wings
and drapery around our souls vanished
I was left naked staring at your silent waters
where the ships dock and die
...ended our journey
ended me.
Yes, I remember,
once I was yours
...once I was lovely
13.03.05
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