One is enough

honey dripping pen
kissing lipstick stain
a beautiful mind inspires
a poor poet’s brain
too many thoughts to follow
all we need is one
glowing, sparkling, enriching
brighter than mighty sun
once that thought is known
drape with passion, affection
present to the divine
pathway to redemption

Rest without peace

Deserts, dunes,
oases opportune
dawn bearable,
too hot at noon
walk run, walk run,
repeat and repeat
keep dodging death,
every hidden defeat
boundaries pushed far,
endurance to extreme
walking on the water,
nothing is what it seems
rest is no option,
sleep standing a while
too far still to go,
body and mind’s toil
destination is known,
let courage keep calm
soul will find peace in
redemption sand storm

Pièce de résistance

thought passes through
light years of contemplation
ingrained in the fabric of the universe
after billion books were written, read and memorised
all in the name of love of I
it is never you,
if it is, it is never true
day will come and death will knock
the redemption door will stay shut
until I is left in a thick, dreadful rut
and a journey commences
to discover the soul denied
how body concealed and heart lied
life beyond self, sitting on the shelf
the first, middle and the last book
of devotion, selfless emotion, agape
distant evolution, of kind
not considered worthy of mention, before
what could have been the intention
of such worthless, clueless thought,
opinions of sages sought,
to defeat hope, desire of something before I
I commences scouting, shouting abuse
at green shoots, inkling of new,
uncharted galaxy, time bends, skew
perception, accept reception of end
lend a hand, be that of destiny
annihilate I, old adversary, good bye

Self esteem

In dreams
a door it seems
leading to redemption
such an assumption
am I really worthy?

Deliverance

Disguised as a flower
Gabriel spoke to me
Giving hope of
redemption
Showing uncharted territory

Where the heaven
meets the horizon
Trees in the forest
sing in unison
songs of praise
for the nature above

My deeds are weak
My words are hollow
Still the hope
allows me to speak

I go back to my forefathers
honour intact,
head held high
Being true to
my creed

For roaming the earth
Sowing the seeds
of happiness, courage,
contentment,
for a better world, indeed

AB 3 January, 2014
Photos AB Dec 2013

I blame death for my disappearance

Waiting, wanting embrace, touch
Eyes at the never opening door
Movement has ceased, air is still
Blamed stare, ransacked store
with million days, a moment is a year,
incessant tears, eyes tired and sore
you wait, and wait and wait and wait
first love longing, then hate and hate
why taking so long, such pain to bear
heart keep calling, why don’t you hear

I hear it loud, I hear it clear
I reach, beseech for you my dear
simple inconvenience with señor Azrael
came out of nowhere caught my throat
a fight broke, a tiff of sort
he punched my soul, stopped my heart
now body in a morgue, soul aimless wander
heavens bound, he wants me to surrender
I will not leave! without seeing you
a hug, a kiss, a good bye too
my lifeless heart still beats for you
my love is pure, my love is true
I wish I would stop falling through
and open that door, look at thee
that smile, that face, those eyes I see
I long, belong to your one soul
your touch, redemption in the universe whole

Looking through

Nothing on the other side
All we seek is inside
Within us, stop searching thus
Soul, heart will show the way
Every night, each day,
Just listen, let them have their say
In this, perhaps only here, you may
find redemption

Free will!

Can I do as I please?
Then what is fate?
When I am born
In poverty, nothing to eat
What is hate
My colour, my creed
Why I am bait
To zealots and pure ones
In my state
Would you feel free
Tell me?

Rosary

Wine and prayer mixes
Destiny declares,
fate fixes
heart colour changes,
undermine jinxes
thoughts repeated
in fours and sixes
Till redemption

Here is a more rebellious thought:

Tasbeeh
Allah Hu, Allah hu
Haq
Allah Hu, Allah hu
Qalander declares
Breaking his beads
Dancing on his feet
Control not seen
for miles
Rosaries, prayers
Nothing sedate
My lord my mate
Fill my heart
With love
Remove hate
These fools with beards
Long robes, black or white
crosses, rosaries in their hands
They repeat and pretend
You belong to them
Rest of us be ashamed
for our sins and our deeds
In young minds and hearts
hatred they seed
Hypocrisy they lead
Nothing they concede
Such closed hearts
Where to end
Where to start
Qalandar, the mad
Uncontrollable
dancing
Darwish I follow
Rest is just a game
Shallow and hollow
Allah hu, Allah hu
Haq
Allah hu, Allah hu