Let me fly,
Let me soar for the blue sky.
Let me feel the soft white clouds,
Let me sing my songs aloud
Let me see,
Set me free.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Fly
Standstill
There must be a place,
Somewhere on our earth
Where time stops existing
And life comes to a standstill,
Yet stagnation is absent,
For in that stillness,
There is silence
A stillness too dynamic
To be motionless
A silence too audible
Not to hear
And in that silence,
There is simplicity,
Simplicity of the placid surface of a lake
On a breezeless day
And the sound of oars
Of a solitary boat sailing across,
That calms the heart
And liberates the mind,
And gushes the waterfall
Of thoughts and ideas.
That is where poetry is born,
Enlightenment attained,
History created.
Free to love
If races were non-existent,
And religious differences, an illusion,
If only nationality
Was a mere formality,
And silent understanding,
The universal language,
If affection was a strength,
And not an exploitable weakness,
If the person as he is,
Was all that mattered,
Irrespective of who he belonged to,
As a son, as a brother, as a friend,
If all prejudices and doubts
Just melted away into friendship,
If only we would not bother
About reactions, and opinions,
We would find the freedom to love,
And express it,
With all innocence.
Betrayal
O daughter of Pandora,
You threw open the door to evils
And led me into a world of darkness
Mystified I was by your charms
The beauty and grace
That paralysed my senses,
And I was such a fool
To run into your trap
Knowing that you could never be trusted
But still so enchanted,
That I could not help but follow you
Without a word
And let you rule my world
But you betrayed
I do not blame you though
Because nature made you so.
Still wasn’t quenched
Your thirst for attention
And you cried and wailed
That I had destroyed you
And dishonored your womanhood
By trampling upon your dignity
And claiming your dreams
As though they were my possessions.
Still the world worships your race
As the symbol of maternal love
Great is she who nurtures
The heir of mankind
Inside herself,
She has the privilege to feed my child
Every moment,
I am disowned of my own creation,
But can she erase the truth
That my heart cries too
When my son hurts his toe,
But they can see your tears
Mine are invisible
Lucky are those
Who can find a shoulder to cry on
You have always had mine.
But my tears
Have always dried away…unwiped.
Still enthrones you, the world foolish,
As the goddess of love
And convicts me as
The being who cannot feel,
A creature who cannot cry,
Your sweet poison has lasted centuries,
And still I am loyal,
On my knees,
Confounded by the spells,
Of Your Highness.
Hail the heartless woman,
Audacious and Fearless,
To declare me,
Nature’s creation without a heart.
Gamble
There’s darkness all around,
And no path in sight,
Scared to take the first step
Afraid of what lies ahead.
Bewildered by doubt and uncertainty,
Just take a deep breath,
And start walking,
Fear no valleys,
Bother not about walls,
Care not for dead ends,
Just keep walking and stop nowhere,
One step after another.
Expect nothing, keep walking,
Because what you meet
May be beyond thought
It may make you,
Or destroy
But can you just wait at the beginning
And let life go by?
For all we know,
Life is a game,
For who fear not a tumble‘Cause victory is theirs
Who will gamble
Simply Happy...
The world feels like home today
Although family and friends are away,
The breeze in my ears
Rushes off as it whispers
The news of some imminent surprise
Hearing which emotions rise,
Like waves, in my heart.
As if towards some cherished
Destination, I dart,
As if a dream and reality
Are falling in love,
As if this moment
Is a blessing from above.
Emirates Palace
Like a Sultan overseeing his Emirate
Sprawling across the Arab land,
Stands the monument imperial
Beaming with pride.
Rich with fountains
Dancing on the lawns,
Refracting sunlight into
A hundred little rainbows.
Vibrant petunias
In hues all seven,
Striking contrast to the emerald
Sparkling behind sprinkled droplets,
Sketch my path
To the grand entrance
As if an altar elevated
By an endless flight of steps.
Gilded doors welcome me
Into astonishing prosperity
The richness, through my eyes
Percolates into my soul.
Floral etchings in glass
Look alive in crystal.
Enchanting mirrors spotless
Make me oblivious to my image.
Hundred corridors,
Thousand windows,
Auspicious, all lit up
With beautiful kindles.
The sand is cool
The breeze cooler
The turquoise sea looks irresistible
In undivided union with the sky.
Thoughts are suspended,
The palace casts a charm.
Of intoxication
With beauty…
Strength
Absence of fear,
Or courage to overcome?
Ego that stifles cries for help,
Or sincerity that acknowledges weakness?
Power to hold back tears,
Or boldness in revealing pain?
An obsession with success,
Or facing failure without reprehension to fate?
Silent suffering
Or fearless eloquence?
Candles of God
Hundreds of God's candles,
I see in the sky tonight.
Beautiful flames disperse,
Divine soothing light.
Throughout the night,
Tirelessly twinkling,
They illuminate nature,
While the sun is sleeping.
A candle suddenly falls,
Watching it, I pray.
I wish for something, big or small,
God grants it, they say.
Soon the sun awakens
"Hello! Good morning!"
God blows off His candles,
Till the next evening!
Swissotel speaks...
Once the tallest,
Today I feel dwarfed.
I witness her rising
Her penthouses kissing the clouds,
Soon the stars.
Buildings here, buildings there.
All striving to dethrone me
As the beautiful monument
Of my ‘tiny’ island.
At the far end,
I once saw the sea beyond her coast.
The coastline looks withdrawn.
Myopic, have I become?
Or has she marched further on the sea?
Prosperity smiles on her,
I’m glad, I’m glad.
I smile too,
Amused, Amazed!
Once a ‘dot in the sea’,
Today, sprawling, rising…
Petronas
Austere like a yogi,
Elegant like a queen,
Blazing steel
In the morning sun.
Sky-high souls,
Piercing the heavens.
Gleam like missiles
Awaiting to be launched.
Figures of strength
In glass.
Clear, crystalline, solid,
Like Ashoka[1] before a conquest.
Epitomes of modesty
Empowered to crush me,
A pigmy before them,
Yet don’t.
Insignificant, I feel
As I lift my eyes to behold their crown
Yet I relish the surge of humility
In my heart
They look down at me,
Composed.
I watch, in awe…
The Petronas.
Fountain
Gushing, splashing, joyous, free,
A dancing fountain’s ecstasy.
Clear, transparent, of secrets none,
Soaring, rising,
Aspiring for heaven.
In Search of the Kid
Those were the times,
Of timeless times,
Of A, B Cs
And nursery rhymes.
To play hide ‘n seek,
With the butterflies,
Flying with the birds
Was the dream in my eyes
Stretching my body
On mumma’s laps
Secure from the fears
In the world of naps
Happy about life
Not knowing about it
A priceless treasure
Was my gardening kit
But now when I peep
Into the mirror of history
I see my childhood
Just as a story
Where is the innocence
I want to see?
Where is the kid
I used to be?
The child is lost,
My childhood gone,
My innocence dispersed,
And a new world born.
But I wish I could travel,
Backwards in time.
And once again enjoy,
The childhood chime.
Good Old Days
Counting minutes on the wall-clock
Or bored striking at a keyboard
On an evening, pensive, lonely
I reminisce…
Simple conversations
Over late evening walks
With friends close
Now drifted apart
Discussions long,
Over ways of life
Benign gossips
About common dislikes
Advice compulsory,
To dispel all worry
For there was no hurry
Nor any jury.
Sharing loneliness
Memories about home
Friends and school
Beyond which we had flown
Good old days when
There was time for walks,
Friends who were a call away
And roads that led nowhere.
Dare to Dream
The world is a dream
In the minds of Gods
And the life in ours
Dream your life and
Make it come true
Soar and reach for the stars.
You can achieve,
You can create,
All your desires and dreams.
Just dare to dream
And believe in them
Impossible though they may seem!
Dreams that are wrapped
In satin pink,
When you set them free,
They soar high
In the mind’s eye,
To reach the heavens of fantasy.
Oh, the fantasy
Is no more so
It changed into a possibility!
Visions born,
In ours mind today,
Are tomorrow’s reality!
Life
Life is survival;
And beyond…
It is a discovery,
Of yourself,
It is not looking at people,
It is looking inside them.
Life is about experimenting,
Failing, Learning, Achieving, Enjoying,
And life,
Is not always about leading;
It is about walking together.
Peace
Peace is …
The rustling,
Of fallen leaves
In the autumn woods.
The first cry of a new-born,
Soothing the mother’s ears
Like no melody ever could.
The Imam’s call,
Echoing through the universe
As if from a mosque
In Allah’s own province
The undisturbed slumber,
Of an adolescent girl
Who dreams of awakening
To the kiss of a handsome prince.
The long wait...
It seems as though
Ages have past,
Hazy memories of
When we met last
You came close
What a relief it was!
You rescued me
From my dreary life,
And I succumbed,
As if you
Are my reason to live
Wonderful times those were,
When I cuddled up in your arms
As if life was taking a break.
But then,
You deserted me
And vanished,
Into a maze of time
Leaving me behind
With nothing but hope
That once again
You would lead me to peace,
When you return
Next week…
Weekend, my lovely weekend,
I live to await your arrival
You are the reason for my survival.
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