But then…how?


 

But then…how?

 

How can I face the Lake District

Without you

What can I say to the trees

That we used to caress together

When they feel my cold trembling hands?

 

 How can I comfort the mountain

That we used to climb

When it starts mourning you?

 

What can I tell the fallen leaves and flowers

That I used to gather

When they realize that

You’re not with me any more to admire?

 

What can I say to the waterfall

When it hears my lonely footsteps

Without yours rubbing against them?

 

What about your Ness Garden

Membership card

That’s still hugging mine

How can I show it

 To the smiling lady at the gate?

 

And how can I ease the pain

 Of colourful azaleas

And scented roses

When their wondering sad eyes

 Question me about your absence?

 

How can I soothe the aching

Of the birds’ hearts

That used to sing for us

When they look down

And see not your shadow

Holding mine?

10-2-2006

 
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The last two weeks


Surrounded by many… many people

I could see their faceless faces

No comprehension

I could hear their voiceless voices

No understanding

I could feel their erratic movements

No sensation

 

For two whole weeks

My bedroom was a black hole

Sucking me and all in

Darkness prevailed

Not a thread of light could be seen

Or escape

Energy condensed

Infinite mass with naught dimension

Time withered to zero

Insanity in action

Verified there and then

 

Two weeks of anguish of epic proportions

Numb, staring at the void… breathless… motionless… emotionless

Except for my heart

Kicking and screaming

Beating at the speed of light

 

My sweetheart is leaving

My heart racing to follow

How can I restrain?

NAHIDAANDK

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About dreams 1


 

About dreams

1

 

From the womb of agony

Dreams are born

Sweet and pure

We nourish and groom

And watch them grow

 

After living in us

For long enough

They come alive

And before we know it

We start living in them

Living…them

 

October-2005
 
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About dreams -2


About dreams

2

 

I grow dreams in my garden

Colourful dreams

Wild dreams

And evergreens

 

In autumn

I plant their seeds deep

Feed them hope

And tender care

 

In spring

My garden blooms

Bursting with colour

 

A bouquet of scented dreams

I gather

And at your feet

I lay them down

With a little card saying

With all my love

To the one I love

 

October-2005

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Detached


 

Detached

  

Life was raging all around me

And all was surreal

 

I was looking at me

Madly searching for you

I knew what had happened

I felt sorry for me

I embraced

 

I was watching me

Sobbing… trembling

With my sore heart throbbing

I put my arms round me

And comforted

 

I was hearing me pleading

Begging for help

“Do not be afraid”

I whispered in my ear

And reassured

 

I was observing me

Staring at oblivion

Lost… lonely… petrified

I held my hand

And took me home

 

23-04-2006

 

 

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Hakunah matata


 

Hakunah matata 

 

“May you…never… ever lose this warm embrace

May these loving arms shelter you forever”

 

You used to pray holding me tenderly

 

Those few words

My security-blanket

Swathed this restless weary mind to serenity

 

Those few words

Flowered in my heart

A meadow… snowdrops… lilies… jasmine and camellias

 

Those few words

My lullaby songs

Gently swayed me to slumber

Sleeping like a baby

Hakunah matata

There is no worry

You are with me

I am with you

 

How much has changed since then

Hours of tossing and turning

Yearning to hear your warm words

Soothing my fears

Longing to feel your tender arm

Embracing me

 

I am cold… I am very cold

 

26-03-2006

 

 

 

Hakunah matata is what simba the little lion of the cartoon “Lion King” used to sing with his friends after losing his dad

 

 

 

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Selfish


Selfish

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I feel greedy today 

Holding onto your things

Not wanting to part 

My mind is whispering

“You would make some one’s life

A little bit better

If only you could share” 

But my heart is clinging on

Refusing to let go

 

I want to keep your olive shirt

Your auburn jumper… your pair of jeans

I want to keep your pile of papers

Your navy socks… your golden car

I want to keep your reading glasses

Your hearing aid… your sun burnt shoes 

I want to keep your fingerprints

Your footsteps… your magical laughter

I want to keep your frozen tear

Your loving eyes… your sweet smile  

I want to keep your tender touch

Your charming aura … Your heavenly gaze

And I want to drown in all

Drown in… you

 

I feel greedy today

 

14-04-2006

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Taste of love


 

Taste of love  

I didn’t see the wonders of love

Until your eyes gazed into mine

 

I didn’t feel the warmth of love

Until your hand reached out to mine

 

I didn’t sense the joy of love

Until your heart danced with mine

 

I didn’t know the taste of love

Until you held me in your arms

 

Hold me closer

Hold me tighter

Hide me safely

In your heart

10-2-2006

 

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When I held the world


When I held the world  

There, on the top of the mountain

I sat with you

You held me in your arms

And in my arms I held the world

 

There on the top of the mountain

Dawn spread its wings out … took a deep breath

Embraced us with a smile

Daisies looked at you

 Yearning to be picked up, as you crowned me with 

The stream invited us to dip our feet in

Join its mystic dance

Hills dozed off, dreaming of a life resembling ours

The breeze whispered the tale of our love

Our hearts discovered heaven

 

There, on the top of the mountain

I needed no more

I desired no more

In my arms I held the world

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9-2-2006

 

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Without you


 

Without you

  

A wingless dove… struggling to survive

A dry flower… Fighting for its life

A soulless body… I linger

Without you by my side

 

A drained heart

Like Moses’ mother’s

Gazing at the basket

As her baby drifted away

Exhausted by yearning

Forever waiting

 

Hopelessly

Searching for your voice

In your old files and papers

 

Looking for your heartbeat

Between the pages of your diary

 

Running after your footsteps

Amid garden grass and sand grains

 

 Seeing your face in all the faces

In all pictures and in all magazine covers

 

In vain

Craving for your hug

Chasing your breath

Clinging to your shadow

Following your smile

Finding nothing

But the echo of despair

 

Without you by my side

I am barely a human mirage

 

12-2-2006

 

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