Inseparable


 

Inseparable

 

I was there with you

When love fell in love

 

I was there with you

When joy rejoiced

 

I was there with you

When freedom was set free

 

And I was there with you

When the sea drowned

 

I was there with you

When the sun was burnt

 

I was there with you

When death passed away

 

I was there with you

When all began

 

And I was there with you

When all ended

Do you remember?

7-2-2006

 

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I would if I could 1


 

I would if I could

1

 

 

I would if I could, take your place

 

Lie down in a hospital bed

 

And surrender

 

Let the surgeon’s knife

 

 Cut me open

 

For it is much easier for me

 

To experience the pain

 

To live the pain

 

Than watch you hurt

 

Even with a pin prick

 

 

I would if I could, take your ache away

 

Hide you

 

Protect you

 

Keep you out of harm’s way

 

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I would if I could 2


 

I would if I could

 

I would if I could

Wait for you

Until you’re ready

To be my companion

In my final journey

 

I would if I could

Fight death fiercely

Until he can see

That we are one soul

 living in two different bodies

 

 I would if I could

Buy a thousand lives

Add them to mine

Just to make sure

You’re never left alone

 

 I would if I could

Stay by your side

Holding you near my heart

With my arms around you

Until we eternally combine

 

I would if I could

Keep my promise

To live with you

And to die with you

 

16-03-2006

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I said… you


 

I said… you

 

They said… a sun

Within its radiation

 The secret of existence

I said… you

 

They said… a full moon

Within its light

The enchantment of eternity

I said… you

 

They said… a melody

A heavenly tune most entrancing

A song… pure… divine

I said… you

 

They said… a flower

A bouquet of roses

A garden sweet delightful

I said… you

 

They said… a work of art

Superb, fascinating

Adored by artists

I said… you

 

They said… a heart

Most loving, most tender

Beating with compassion

I said… you

 

They said… a prayer

Whispered at dawn

By a young girl

Longing for perfection

I said… you

Sweet heart

You… my answered prayer

 

1996

 

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Heavenly qualities


 

Heavenly qualities

 

In the winter mornings

When the sun is late coming out

The winds are blowing

The grounds are frozen

I am still tucked in

 

You sneak out of bed

Ever so quietly… ever so gently

Trying hard not to disturb my sleep

 

Then when you start getting dressed

You don’t even put the lights on

Ever so quietly… ever so gently

Trying hard to give an extra hour sleep

 

But sometimes… despite all your efforts

I still wake up

And from the bottom of my heart

From the depths of my soul

I start my day… praying… for you

 

Your boundless love … endless compassion

Heavenly qualities

Never cease to amaze me

 

31-03-2006

 

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Feelings and words


 

Feelings and words

 

Trying to squeeze

Feelings into words

Is no act of justice at all

It distorts… it disfigures

It belittles… it demeans

It’s a great offence without a doubt

And to my shame and disgrace

 Indeed I am to blame

Truly “Guilty” I declare

Defend me not

I don’t deserve

 

For feelings can only be felt

 

So, when I write about my love

Don’t ever think

That I’m making sense

 No language can ever convey

The eternal

For expression falls short

By far

 

And feelings can only be felt

 

When I write about my sorrow

Don’t dare believe

My words or verses

My speech is nothing

But hollow hues

How can the infinite

Ever be defined

 

Feelings can only be felt

And truly “Guilty” I declare

 

02-2006

 

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Dreams and realities


 

Dreams and realities

 

 

“There is only a fine line that divides

Dreams and reality”

They say

 

In my world

There is no line

 

My dreams and my reality

Are one and the same

 

Smoothly

Blending in

 

As colours unite

New hues are born

 

From blue and yellow

Gentle green emerges

 

As red embraces blue

Vivid violet comes to life

 

My universe is a rainbow

Of many… many colours

 

No lines

No divisions

 

My dreams and my reality merge

As if smudged

By an artist brush

 

I… like a feather

Drift in between

 

25-04-2006

 

 

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A rainbow in grey skies


 

A rainbow in grey skies

 

My anguish

A bottomless well

Echoing the murmur of my pain

 

My grief

Dry autumn leaves

Dancing over my wounds

 

My sorrow

Dark thick clouds

Haunting my hollow heart

 

My world

A meaningless word

Grey… grey… grey multihued

Devoid of my sweetheart’s laughter

 

My being

A limping lump of flesh and bones

Wobbly… confused… forever waiting

With a lopsided smile

 

My love

A buoyant rainbow

Cascade of lights

Alluring fantasy

Untouchable mirage

 

07-06-2006

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My hajj experience


 

My hajj experience:

Humbled by the sheer number of people, their dedication, sincerity, and longing, enriched by the rainbow of eager fervent faces celebrating the entire humanity, empowered by an invisible bond of spiritual brotherhood, love, and togetherness; all in a state of total devotion, adoration and gratitude to The One Most Loving Creator.

Stunned, I froze.

 Everything else froze with me.

I wanted to capture every face, happy or sad, to save every smile and frown. I wanted to hold every heart with all its joys and sorrows to wrap it up warm and bury it deep in mine. I wanted to whisper to every soul therein of waves of love, prayers, and gratitude that overwhelmed me.

Feelings! What can I say about feelings in such a place? Fondness with absolute submission, elation with total humility, euphoria with utter serenity, weakness with boundless vigour, despair with endless hope, yearning with eternal contentment;  permanently travelling constantly arriving, all pilgrims floating in their own orbits in a peaceful august harmony, chanting their prayers, whispers of unspoken words, songs of silent sighs, transforming the ambience into one of stillness and tranquillity, revealing numinous music with majestic melodies, magnetic tunes, and enormous magnitude that charged the atmosphere, hypnotizing you into a gentle unfathomable daze.

The bond gets stronger and stronger as you start blending into the background of a magnificent masterpiece, diminishing into nothingness, as you experience being one with the whole that there is. You are an atom spinning passionately with the totality of the universe. The macro, the micro and all in between are in a state of oneness that I’ve never sensed with this depth, scale or intensity. Mind dazzling, heart capturing and awe inspiring experience.

Engulfed in mystical mist of love, compassion and mercy that I’ve never felt before, and like all who’re around me I could find nothing but tears streaming down to tell of my joy.

Time lapsed, motion collapsed, and all anguish relapsed as I drank ecstasy and tasted infinity.

Deluded

I thought I could sing before

Why can’t I hear my voice today?

I thought I could paint and write poems

I thought I was articulate

I could bend, shape and wave words

Like a dough, with ease

To speak of I want and plait my story

Where are my words now?

Why can’t I find them?

To tell of how I felt and what I saw

 

I thought I could write before

How wrong I was

My words are diminishing

Crumbling

Melting like a July snowman

A flock of dears – foreseeing an earthquake- running away

Dry autumn leaves dropping

Scattered in a stormy day

How can I construct my sentences when my dictionary is blank?

How can I?

Ashamed of their flaws

Fearful of their impotence

All escaped

And words are no more

For how can they describe the indescribable?

As the universe stops revolving

And falls into stillness

Faints into nothingness

Fades into silence

In the presence of

The Sublime

17 January 2007

 

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