My head is aching, I am shaking
How many more blows should I be taking?
Let me know! I am asking, requesting…
I am suffocating;
Tired of waiting…
I wish God could take some time off of his busy schedule to read my poem! 🙂
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The Deceiver
Wrongs are right and rights are wrong
the mind game of the deceiver;
Many failed yet some were strong
will they be crushed by the deceiver?
The dream…
Another day another S#@t! Bad day at work. Happens to everyone; I am not an exception. I took off earlier than usual that day. All the way back I prayed to God. I had only one question to ask. ‘Will I ever survive long enough in here?’
I reached home with a heavy head and dumped myself on my bed. Before I could recap what had happened I had fallen asleep.
…”Aslam”. I suggested. It was a baby boy. The phone rang. It was my brother on the other side praising me for suggesting such a wonderful name for the baby. He said I had a gift or something and that I was good at selecting perfect names. A full blown smile had appeared on my face.
I woke up. “Aslam”? What? Why? That name would never make it to my favourite names list. Not in a million year. Not even close. Huh! It was a dream!
I sank myself in the easy chair that was sitting alone in the living room. Staring at the empty wall I murmured, ‘Aslam’?!
I jumped out of the chair pretty much scaring it to death and hurried googled for the meaning of the word ‘Aslam’. More correctly, ‘Islamic name meaning Aslam’
There! It appeared on the screen wide and clear: The meaning of ‘Aslam’ is Peace, Peaceful, Very safe, safer, safe-guarded, Safety and Security, Protected, Secure…..
“Voila! I got the answer.” I blurted. “Thank you God, thank you!”
I slapped a big smile on my face and walked towards the already frightened chair!
Knock knock!
Clinging on…
Little man
Little man lingered in long street
Little man lingered in long street
Now why did he linger in long street
With his swollen fat feet!
Warm greetings!
Monday
Favour
Sometimes in life you get a chance to repay someone who has done so much for you. Although you can’t do as much as they did when you were holed up…it’s noble to do whatever you can just to show them that you haven’t forgotten the favour.
Change of seasons
Everything happens for a reason
The raising and the downfall
Winter is gone, it’s now the summer season
But I am not expecting any windfall.
One evening…
One by one with a tiny flag
The dying sky is splashed with gold
And the weather’s nice and cold
Behind the curtain
Behind the glittering lights and metals
Behind the rich man’s lane
Lies a narrow street of petals
Where real lives thrives in pain
They know not I am writing of them
They care not I am in their midst
They’ve burried their heads in sands of time
And lost in the morning mist
Change of wind
…and they catwalked the land of blazing sun
Dressed in threads of threes
It’s late at night but their faces well done
Where are you headed please?
How to write a poem?
One way to write is to sing when you write
Another way to write is to feel when you write
There’s one more way you can do it tonight
But you’ve to remember the dream that you dreamt last night.
Night out
Walking in a busy street is so much fun. So many faces with so many expressions. I pretty much camouflaged into the sea of souls. It wasn’t difficult to blend in perfectly. Within seconds I was just one of them. What more could I possibly ask for? I am an introvert that likes crowd! Or shall I put it this way, I like people-watching without me being watched.
Just when I was soaked in the sunshine of night I heard someone yelling “whore, whore”. ‘How disgusting!’, I thought. More so, how embarrassing it is for the victim of such a public humiliation.
I looked around hastily. Unable to locate the epicentre I stood still. The yelling continued. “Pibe… seben…jeero…jeero”
‘Ah!!’ I gently slid my hands into my pockets and walked into the night.
Papa Bear
Nimble feet dancer that stomped my back
That made me laugh when sadness stroke
I cried a lot on the tarmac
They saw my tear marks when I woke
The Girl at the Gold souk
This is where she’ll drag you down
This is what she likes
Here they’ve got a golden gown
And there some golden spikes
Good old days…
Where art thou?
One to my left and one to my right
I hear the prayer call but none at site
Hippy ho low waist showed up slow
But where’s the one that’s got the glow?
Snap shot!
I sleepwalked out of my apartment building to grab a cup of coffee at a nearby coffee shop. On the way is this hookah bar where a barely dressed working-lady was lighting up charcoal. Because she was staring at me I cast a drowsy smile back at her. She screamed ‘eeeh!!’ and I took it as if she meant to say ‘Early morning??!!’
I snapped back from my sleep instantly. The red bull effect! I threw my hand and protested “NO!!”
She stormed inside with a hysterical laughter.
Me?
I am not what you think I am
And I can’t be what you want me to be
Because this is what I am
And this is how I will be!
Walking a mile in your shoes
I am sitting where my father once sat
I am asking what he had asked that day
I remember his shoes and that old man’s hat
He had had reached late but I am a bit early today!
Yesterday
Costly cars and richly dressed
I had seen them all yesterday
I don’t envy them coz I had the best
It’s just that I had them yesterday!
Home sweet home
I wiped out the last drop of sweat I carried for years
I lost my weight and I squeezed my wallet
I felt my heart shrunk and saw my eyes shed tears
I built it with almost an empty pocket
Bad investment
Is it worth waiting for?
All that hardship and waste of time?
whom did I sell my dignity for?
I should’ve known the value of time.
