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The Body
Air
In This
Calculative Metropolis
'Come on,
don't be like that!' Katherine from North London: to whom this poem is
dedicated.
Because
this poem germinated out of a conversation I had with Katherine, a young
poet in the early evening of March 13 at Poetry Café.
In this calculated and
calculative metropolis
I am a pebble-pound that people do not use
I venture in a nurturing charter of things that
Make stronger magic than music or its marks
Printed in water-marks
colours and stamped
Here there are chartered places and spaces
Organisations and bodies all having royal
Seals to deliver ways and means to make
Things sing to a singular
expressive god
Who cannot understand anything else but
The parchments of take this and have that
So long you can command the call to bell
In this mechanic space where
geometry
Joins the cosmopolitan dustbins and sings
Joys of secular gains and grains in matters
Arising into perfectly shaped bankables
In this calm cumulative and
professional
Metropolis naïve I am still wondering along
As to where magic still marks its pathways
And music still resides on impossible places
In this absolute solid shape
space where things
Are or they are not where black or white one
Must be in order to secure a biological vote
I am a pebble-song being washed by the wind
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To Sing
the Truth
'To sing
in truth is quite a different breath.
For nothing. A breath of god. A wind.' Rilke
To sing the truth
Making your
Silence a harp
Is a dawn
That rosens
The sky
Each day
A day
A wind weaving out of air
Fairly unfolding
Almost nothingness
Onto nothingness
A silk scarf
Fluttering by
On a still scarf of space
And sing out these notes
For the sake of the joys
Is beyond the notes
That waste so much papers
Billions of trees slaughtered
To sing the truth
Because you are
Of nothing towards
An advancing nothing
In between
You are
To sing the truth
A day
A dawn
A wind
Unfolding the un-business
Is diamond. Dutifully
I cultivate
The foliage of truth
That is my breath.
I am.
Of no value.
But the joys.
I am the note
To sing the truth
Out of the air
The wind.
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The Body Air
I am
The bright pink rose bud
Just opened up pushes itself up
And the wind plays with her
Look at her and say: Be surely
And she is the center of wind's joys
Reflect and look inside
feeling the wind
Say: Be surely!
And you are!
In the eternity's centre of joys
Be and say: I am
And you are!
Surely in the moment
Push yourself up
So that eternity's wind can play you
Play and be played
For you are the music
Be and flow
For you are!
For you are the music!
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Be a
Song Sing
At each point you break
Essentially these are pains
But be mindful that each
Breakage painfully brings
You near the prospect of
A release in a song of expressing
At each point you break
Be mindful of the fact that
You are at a point in time
Whereby you can become a harp
And literally flow out into
Something that's beyond pain's reach
What else would you like me
To extend to you other than
This? For a moment when lights
Seem to flicker into dark mouth
Of scorpion pain? When nothing seems
Plausible? Only then: be a song, sing.
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Between
Bee and Flower
A bee knows.
Surely a flower does.
They know like lights
How to enter eternity
And be a part of it blooming!
This is monumental
A task!
And they know it
And take to it with diligent awesome delights.
That is why
A bee sings
As he floats on the float of wind
Being a happy Orpheus
And he goes towards the flower
That is why
A flower dances
As she hears the singing bee approaching
She dances like Woorboshie
And prepares for the opening
So that they can enter
Into the heart of eternity
And become part of it
Momentarily mesmerised
Giving all receiving all
Forgetting to keep a ledger
You want to make love
Forget the flesh and its flash
Follow the bee and the flower
And learn their meticulous grammar
A bee knows.
Surely a flower does.
They know like lights
How to enter eternity
And be a part of it blooming!
Momentarily mesmerised
Giving all receiving all
Forgetting to keep a ledger. The
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I wonder sometimes how one
does feel
Walking with their father man to man
For I never had the chance to
reach
Manhood to reach my father's length
Walk with him side by side
leaving
Two men's shadows equally flow
I was always a child till he
died leaving
Me wonder how I would have felt or he
Or what would we have talked
about and
How? Time makes wonder reach a silence.
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The Moon Lines
52.
My father was a tall man of
all order
Never held me close enough
So that I could feel his heart beat
No, he shone distant though
left a circle
Of warmth around me always
That encircled me softly surely
Care was given and shown
without
Much ado so was love silently as though
Adding any ado was an extra shadow
Yet I wish he had held me
close at least
Just once so that I could lift the memory
And examine out his body's fragrant tongue
51.
My mother, I remember, was
like a thin
Spring leaf where a constant smile-light
Always spread a series of happy waves
Oh! How that smile caused me lose my words!
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The Moon Lines
15.
Have you noticed the way a
lily bud
Pregnant with the baby of space
Expands gradually working through
The light green making it appear paler
Smiling glimpses of white. It grows outward
As though the baby space inside growing
Full of fragrant infusion intoxicated and
Cannot wait to fly out and finally when
It breaks the bud out and flies into
The outer wider mother space almost
Being a near visible butterfly tangible enough
Almost dissolves in the space leaving
The fragrance spread slowly on the
Left out eggshell of the lily bloomed singing
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The Moon Lines
9.
(Ohie, Saahie and Raaneem)
The birth mark of their dad's
body
Below the knee they see that looks
Like small stamp and they cannot
Find anything remotely rare or fun
On its lighly dark face stuck on skin
Yet that's what keeps them
puzzled
The fact that they have a copy of that
On each of their bodies! Amaged
They are and wonder as to how
This birth marks mark them with
Their father. They now seem to
To look fondly on the genetic kiss
5.
Little space opens
A bud
Release fragrances
From a warm heart
Towards another
A warm bud would
Open back
A flower
Towards you
Always open a bud
From the heart
Towards the faces
That you face
64.
Love is when one fails miserably
In distinguishing anguish and joy
Music and melancholy cross line
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61.
Let machines be your ride
Yet never be ridden but the rider
This is what you are: on the
horse
Of your imagination run and ride
Towards the dusty horizons of the moon
Transforming it into what you
see there
Which may not yet be there but would
Soon be elaborating out of nothingness
Because you are still riding on dust's joys
60.
Plant a laurel bush there
first
A rose plant second in succession
First to sow the
shining-living
Mirror to reflect the sun on a dance
Second to show the lunar
space
How space gets to wear ornament
And intoxicate her being into
fragrance
And begin to wonder about beauty
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He Walked up the Snowy
Mountain Path
He walked up the snowy
mountain path
Like a Sheropa of Himalaya
His eyes fixed at the highbound horizon
Where glistened unknown lights in misty clouds
He walked up the snowy
mountain path
Like he had nothing left behind
His legs heavy of weights but no burden slowed him
His heart fixed in altitude's temperament
He walked up the snowy
mountain path
He sang all the way up till he vanished
Alone he walked with the stick of loneliness in his hand
He looked left and right and up the sky
He walked up the snowy
mountain path
Searching along the way of once upon a time spring
Once upon a time summer flashed in his eyes
He carried on his back the sounds of springs flowing over pebbles
He walked up the snowy
mountain path
He sang all the way he sang all the way
Leaving a trail of foot prints along the way
He sang all the way he sang all the way
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We are No Moonchildren
Words remind us of stones
Eyes bring forth memories
Of fishes all dead floating
In thick grey blue muddy water
Music begins to hurt eardrums
Our hearts rest in a pavement
Full of shadows that do not move
Of dead-like trees
Words remind us of prisons
Walls become eyesore posters
Offer blank stares
Time begins to open a gate
A gate that does not lead to
Any destination inwards or out
We resemble stones stained
And could not even house moss
On the surface or inside of them
For we have fire tucked up in there
Burning fuming and boiling tear like blood
We are brothers and sisters
of lost
Moonchildren who could not find their way
The way into this world that is dilated
In the eyes of the dead fishes that float
Along with the rubbish, polythene bags coke cans
And the oil and panties and beer bottles on our everyday Thames
We could not even find our faces reflected on water
For we are no longer related to the moonchildren
We no longer know the password to open the link
The link that relate us to the moonchildren
There we stand under the moon
Pitifully round thin small and dry
Utterly flat at best looking like an antic plate
And we could not see any mirage or hills
Nor can we hear the songs of the stones
We are consumed in and vomited out of time
Into the metallic ball of a castle
Haunted twenty four seven
That robs our sleep and puts us
In wet pyjamas and robes on a bed
That makes us shiver in cold
We are no longer related to
the moonchildren
We are no longer moonchildren at all
We cry as stones all silent tainted and cold
We no longer long for longing has no monetary value
We have rolled up notes of dollars and pounds and euros
In the banks that make more money with ours
We forgot the spelling of home that is nothing but shadows
Shadows that do not move or even flicker
Do not cry for us for you cannot
As we are one in and out yet do not see eye to eye
Let us follow the course and accept when the whistle blows
Let us accept the turn of events if they at all do
We are not related to the moonchildren
We are no moonchildren any more
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Fencing the Sea
You gave me a grave job and
asked me to
Get on with it without realising how out of place
Your face looks in the mirror that holds you
Where I see the ghost of your reflection
You asked me to fence in the
sea
Bordering the places belonging to you
How can I possibly mark your ownership!
On the waves of slippery liquidic surface!
How could I mark your
boundaries marking with lines!
Making sure your murky ownership is bordered?
Water feeds the waves and marine lives thrives on them
How can I do this job marking your maps on water!
You gave me a grave job with
galeful expectations
For I cannot draw on the face of waves that dance away
The slithering surface of the plateau of the hydroworld!
How could I establish a map for you on water fencing in the waves!
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Like a Blown Kiss
"The time has not come yet, it hasn't, I'm telling you!"
As though it has an invisible horse carriage to ride
And tockety tock tickety tock tockety tickety tock
It is gong to come and jump at you saying: Look,
Here I'm! Right in your face as a soaring secular pain
Time does not come for it
cannot ride at all
It has no carriages to ride roaring away free-care
For all it does is spin and spin on the spinning wheel
Of earth round and round looking at itself orbiting and out
It doesn't come nor does it go taking the mythical ride
We reach it as though it is
the highest of accolade
That we can catch like the falling gems out of our hands
We must manage manipulating ourselves to the extreme
So that we could stretch and reach it-stretch and reach it
Stretch ourselves high and hard and catch it like a blown kiss
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Water Song
Water here water there ours
and theirs water all around
Water a compound of two-gas taken a liquid form to flow
Extended arms it covers the earth like a blue ribbon
Always displaying the art work of wind and weather
Here it's blue there its
turquoise a little green somewhere else
Neither here nor there always chasing motion in a downhill dance
All amusic all adancing always smiling in reflective resonance of the
sky
Water paints the rhythm with the brush of no colours aloud
Water out water in flowing as
though tying the earth in
With a fertile liquid spread of wings music it plays
Wherever it goes water makes you all liquid inside
Colour or not water like the wind blown watery eyes sparkle
Water in the oceans or in
rivers peaceful or flowing
Water skin the earth where it is deep and shallow
With a transparent tiles of biochemical flow
Water waits to rise and dips with joy in its mouth
Water inside always flow
through the paths of vessels
Heart does pump with pushes of pressures in and out
Coloured in red water makes the music of life glow
Pulse and spark pristine and pure water ticktocks life
Like the outside water
unbroken goes round and round
Touching the body skin of earth with soft care and tune
Water inside both ours and theirs do not break but goes
It goes round and round binding us in binding us in one
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Circularity of Our
Understanding
Starting at a starting point
of beginning
A word working a concept being constructed
We seek a meaning in another word offering
Another unfurled concept wrapped in another word
Let us begin the wordathon
out of the dictionary
Taking a fishing rod of an idea getting a word out
Of the dry sea of words compiled together in solemnity
We pick a solemn word of solid concept of law
'Subpoena' surely means a
writ that is written orders
Of courts. Courts then go to mean an assembly of
Judges assembled to analyse the anatomy of justice
While judges mean to offer us another meaning
They are public officers
actuating justice at courts
That leads us now to follow the travel of the trails
In the dictionary lifting us to find justice on our plate
Fishlike it stares at us offering fairness as its synonym
Here we are in all fairness
wrapped in fairness's silk
Fairly falling concept-faint we find fairness an equitable state
Where we find the ground to be a just one which again
Must henceforth be a morally right thing theoretically
Right then takes us right
into the heart of abstraction
Showing the door to be the correct one until we
Reach the realm of tranquillity's true self and shires
Taking us to the space in the dictionary land taken by honest
Searching the meaning
starting from stop zero round
We end up at automated alliance of sincere replacing honest
Taking us to the reach of top end of a thing called genuine
That must thenceforth come from an original source
Surely we say ours is the
difficult job following the flow
Of all these links words linking words concepts flowing like cobweb
We end up at a point where we find standing origin in writing
That takes us to a beginning point where all begins all over again
The circularity of our
understanding flows through the invisible links
Between words opening up a railway line of concepts one after the other
A line of concepts supports our understanding as though a flow
And we stand wiser in the wisdom that cannot stand on its own
Here each word works its way
up into a concept concrete
In its meaning opening up in another bringing a new one
Requiring another need be met by a new one being brought in
The music of words and their mesmerising flow of links tick
We stand in the flow our
understanding runs through the wires
Of words where electric flow goes on fuelled by the interlinked concepts
We love the words and see the concepts clearing our head yet
The skin of the circularity of our understanding remains untouched
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I Search for the
Myth of Life
I am no academic nor can I
play accordion
Producing music melodically mesmerising
I am no scientist for I search for the myth of life
That is created in the wave-eaten shadows on the sea
Of the flying seagulls that paint tirelessly
Motional pictures with sheer will against the wind
I am no merchant nor can I
dress as Mickey Mouse
In Disneyland dixiband in digital manipulation
I am not what you expect of me nor do I salute your
Desire for me to be what essentiates my dismissal
I am who I intend to be and my notations are mine
I sing the coral's continuum of oxygenation of water
I am no anarchist nor can I bring you democracy
Producing razzmatazz dejavu of mass sleepathon
I carry on bending the iron to live to fight the rusting
I am to scream and support you scream against the rusting
Against the rusting of the iron to enhance the brief length
Of our shortest living enlarging the shadows of our walk
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All Light Luminous and
Free
If water were to be
solidified it would be grains of sands
Would not be held on the palms always dances away down hill
Leaving footmarks wrapped in tickles on the skin and a
Sense of life and motion in a running playfulness dry-wet
If solids were to be
liquidified it would be like the balls of mercury
Would not stand still on surfaces always shies away down hill
Wrapping itself round pulling itself in like a wet hedgehog and a
Sense of play and fun in mischievous realm left chasing its memories
If things were to be reborn
in a state of nothingness they would be air
Would not be circled in with anything but itself a prime runner
spreading
Leaving velocity and fun blending in music vibrant non material and a
Sense of infinite becomes viable for there is no end of space where it
can go
If we were to get out of our
bodies and into invisibility we would be music
Would not take shapes sizes or colours yet rise up in unfathomable forms
Leaving a sparkling rain pouring and a soaring rainbow rising and a
Sense of being without a body swimming all light luminous and free
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Oxygenated Liquor
of Lights
Let the walls that mirror
each other in twos fall
Flat on the thin invisible back of space
That carries on elaborating eternity's wings
Let the floor and ceiling be
mirroring opposites
One being Aladdin's Magic Carpet on your feet
And the other mimicking the angelic luminescence
At a momentous dawn or
maddening evening
Let all this just fall and you stand on with stretched arms
As though the cocoon has collapsed onto a butterfly
Let one silicon of a moment
hatch out into a life
Vast enough to let you just float on that opened up boat
And you keep inhaling the oxygenated liquor of lights
Let all of us de-absolute our
absoluted castles
Imprisoned by walls ceilings and floors and just fly and float
And simply devour the liberty like a monumental humming bird
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Happy New Year
Never failing the Earth
rotates on its rein
Making music of motion orbiting
Unfolding the geography of time
In which our dreams germinate joys
Catching their sparkles let
us wish
A happy closure and a sound opening
May the timean tide bring us together
In joy's vineyard where sun and shadow kiss
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Open Your Palm
Open your palm
Study the geography
The geometry taking shape
Shapes forming that just
Slides by the edge
Disappearing like the planes
In the horizon
Open your palm
Hold it there
As a leaf falling
On the palm of the wind
Feel it
Disappear like the dandelion flowers
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
As though it is a spectacle
Don't close it
And just devour what you can
Because things just slide by the edge
Disappearing like planes
In the horizon
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The Ryder's Song
I always touch the air
That touches my hair and skin
I always sing the wind
That always makes me dance
I am a Ryder
Always on my rhythmic horse
White silky vibrant wind of summer
My horse is my speed
And my beats and bones
I ride along the green
I ride along the valley
I ride at dawn rosy
I ride at dusk scarlet
Come and ride with me
I am a Ryder here and now
I have always been one
And I will always be
Of silver and gold
Crimson and blue
Yellow and melancholy purple
I am a Ryder
And I ride along the rainbow roads
I am a Ryder
Always poetry follows my foot steps
While I sing
Wind paints my heart beats
And the rain comes along to play with me
Come and ride with me
We shall ride in the rain
And sing a rainbow when sun shines back
I ride along the tides
I ride along the planes
I ride along the dusty deserts
I ride along the autumn's lanes
Come ride with me
Here and now and tomorrows to come
Come ride with me
Until time ceases to mean
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I Follow You
I follow you
Follow you wherever you go
But trust me
I do not stalk you
For I am you-bound
For your beauty that you carry around you
Keep me spell bound
I follow you wonderstruck
The way the moon follows the earth
I cannot but follow you
Since you are so beautiful
Whatever you put on to dress
You dazzle me in your Kashmiri dress
When you stand at the valley of snow and flora
You look like red in fire
You make the valley sing
I follow you
I follow you when you dance
Wearing Kurdish dress
With sparkling diamonds embroidered in your body
The music makes you float in the air
You command the sense of thrill
Around the room where people sit
I follow you when you wear African dress
Suddenly the rainbow decides to come down to earth
And wrap your body so that you feel light
You walk in rhythm in the high street
Africa goes shopping with you
I follow you wonderstruck
I follow you when you go
picking up flowers
In the snowy mountain valley of Canada
Your warm clothes shine as summer's pools
I follow your white bare hands and the red rose it holds
How can I not follow you around?
I follow you when you stand beneath the olive tree
In the dusk where dust welcome the scarlet evening
And your eyes dream of dreams
Of future that might soon come to kiss you alive
I follow you into the night where you sing
You sing your songs of joys and silky dreams
I follow you in Egypt
I follow yours steps around the historic place
And see how wonder paints your eyes
And how you look so part of the time and space
Yet you are the one that has no comparison
I follow you in colours painted sarees
In Asian weddings
When your youthful eyes sparkle like young does
And your churees play tunes of light but sincere joy
I follow you
I follow you in the Roma Village
Where you entertain your colours
Where you paint your passion of freedom
Out onto the sky
The sky that reflects your mind
I follow you in the Indian valley of whisper and humanity
I see feathers and colours becoming brothers and sisters
I name myself falling feather with a song
I follow you
Wherever you go
I follow you wonderstruck
I follow you in Florence and Rome
In evening when young blood feels passion
And sit beside the summer vine full of green bursting
Your lips red with red wine summer
I follow you wonderstruck
I follow you in Benin
Wearing sunshine's dress in weary summer
Yet shining as though you are the one
With dreams to spare
I follow you
I follow you
When you speak French
And your tongue becomes juicy vine's intoxicated harvest
And Paris goes mad and drunk
And you sing your heart out
I follow you by the Volga
With your dreams walking with your shadow
Your steps create a symphony
I follow your rosy cheeks
And the wonder bound passion you held in your heart
I follow you across the globe
In Vienna and Frankfurt
I follow you in Durban and Delhi
I follow you in Shanghai and Cairo
I follow you in every roses and rivers
I follow you in every mood and melody
I follow you wonderstruck
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Raaneem a Wonder
Held between my palms
Wrapped in the sparkles of my eyes
She appeared a scarlet rose bud
A wonder- a miracle breathing
With a pair of tiny little eyes
Searching the lit big world
Held between my palms
Clothed in my prayers and love
Tears photographed her little face
She is my Raaneem scarlet rose bud
A wonder-a miracle crying
Held between my palms
Delicate little hands moving
Holding my finger with her fingers
I felt connected to heaven
That felt soft warm and cool
And I wrote a name in my heart
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Rainbow's End
You invite me to wonder
What music lies at the end of the rainbow?
You bring me closer to the colours of your collage
And a desire as strong as thunder overtakes me
To touch your soul's melody
You transform me into a lonely man
Your words are wet sparkling strawberries
That invite me towards a question
Only a question that puts me back to the scene
Shall I touch the soft wet skin of colours?
That painted me in musical melancholy?
You enter into my dreams' painting
The way moonlights sleep walk into my balcony
When I go to sleep being lonely too long
While awake spelling your beautiful name
As I close my eyes
Your face full of scarlet colours
Appear before me so bright and peaceful
It shadows me to the world of sleep
Carries me through the melody of your skin
I then wait for your appearance
In my dream's blooming garden
Where a festival awaits for us
A festival of sensuous music and colours
All wet and silky fire
You walk into my dreams
Moonlit nights covered your snow-white skin
Silk-soft-velvet pearl I touch
I lay down in ecstasy at your gaze
That kisses my body
The way one wonders across a painting
All full of excitement and intoxication
I lay submerged into your arena of touch
And wonder what there is inside your mind?
That makes me sing in colours
That makes me dream that does not let me wake up?
You are my dream magic architect
Don't let me wake up
Touch me to sleep while you kiss me to dream
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White
White is my colour sublime
bright
Probably because I was a child of
A misty white morning wet in dew
Or perhaps white makes me light
My white mind plays with white words
White holds the colourscape of all
Miracles of possibilities sing shower
A shower of carnival of colours
I paint with white moonlike landscape
Holding all I bear no weight
My musical notations written in white
I borrow more of what is less
I paint in white delicate smooth
Here where I stand with white marbles
I make words dance in colours wearing white
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Babushka Dream
A dream in a babushka dream
That holds the dewlike sound
The sound sweeter than honey
And it opens up like a red rose slowly becoming
And an infinite range of colours rain
A magical tropical coloured rain
In the dream I get delicately wet
A dream in a babushka dream
I got dew wet-dew that is colours
I got wet all over by rain of music
I feel I am sitting on spring wet grass
And my hands hold life all diamond under my palms
The sound painted in colours
And designed by music soft
Yet it is dew touched warm and wet
A dream of a poem in a babushka dream
I had a few moments of incalculable joys
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Here Monotone is
the Music
Stuck midway
Between here and there
With a name unfitting
Sounding differential calculuslike
I receive polite turn downs
And thank in return for the kindness
Why am I here!
I wonder-too late
To register an answer
Never needed a passport
Yet had to have one
Being in the light of politeness
I see so many faces
Faces behind the masks
Stuck midway
Between here and there
"Can you help at all?"
I hear a polite response
Decorated well by well used words
"Could you write your request
To Mr Bernard Smith
At the White Cottage
Subject line: colours."
Stuck midway
Between home and homelessness
I thank in return with words
And wrap them in polite envelopes
Here monotone is the music
Yet I cannot sing it for I am multitone
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Spelling the Time
Without a Dictionary
What am I doing here?
In the cold freeze?
What exactly am I doing here
In this land of nothingness
Transformed into dead cactus
In a dead desert
That has not seen rain
For eight million years?
The question
Stuck in my throat
Like the bone
In the throat of the tiger
I cannot swallow it
Nor can I spit it out
Here I am
Waiting
Spelling the time
Without a dictionary
Speaking French
Without knowing a word of French
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Spring is the Dance
of Magic Becoming
At the edge of winter
Painted with dry grey expectations
In a mode of silent prayer
The mute trees and bushes stood vase like
They stood in their millions spread across
The landscape all bare and bold
Yet they look like millions of vases
Made out of dried flowers on branches and twigs
All they did all winter was
Put in grey lipstick on
And extend the wait like Dhraupadi's saree
That could almost reach and bring forth the spring
In one night's magical touch unfelt and unsounded
In their dreams of becoming in the Eden of musical green
They have been touched alive and morning kissed them
Spring has dressed up green Aphrodite who dances in the wind
City Squirrel sits on the city wall with star-sparkle eyes
Smiling scented budding leaves begin a child fight
Fight between yellow and green green or yellow
And confusion produces a green that makes hearts stop a beat
All the trees and bushes illuminate spring vases sway in the wind
A state of becoming starts to unfold while the world begins again
Ecstasy bound birds and bees and fauna and flora sing in unison
Resulting yellow and green battling out their way into becoming
In my words I sing the spring and its colours of becoming
In my colours of words I paint the music of spring
In my notes of words I write the music of magic and shine
Spring is the dance of magic becoming colours evolving
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The Songs of Non
Earthly Butterflies
Thunder said to me
Never wonder
Which exactly what I started to do
And I was disliked by it
Yet I continue following wonder
I followed it like a train spotter
Follows a train
The northbound clouds
Told me near Meghalaya
You can not stay dry
If you are here near the pond of mud
Which is what I tried
And I was disliked by the clouds
Yet I tried to stay dry
Like a child walking on stones in the water
A friend advised me
Do not follow that road
Do not walk on that road
That takes you left
And it does not lead you
Towards the palace of yank princess
Which is exactly what I did
I stepped onto the road
That had overgrown grass and vines
And I began to learn their language
And soon I began speaking with the clouds
And I could talk to the buffaloes and reindeers
And my friend did not like me anymore
I told the evening that was scarlet and young
"I will one day make you dance with me!
And I continued my songs of non earthly butterflies
I told my friend forgive me for the ignorance
That holds my nose right under water
So that I cannot learn how to count the dollars
I could not learn to count the dollars and euros
They looked with a pinch of pity on me
Which was quite a gracious thing for them to do
Yet I carried on walking on that road
And I carried the flute with me that I play
I play it for you-yes you who is reading this poem
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Opening of Irenium
How shall I begin this tale
of a tall order?
A tale, tell me muse, of magnetic magnificence?
And of misguided judgments born of stupidity?
That, without any heroes or villains, brought
Un-chartered chaos, doom and destructions;
Blood, famine and deaths of all kinds and forms
To the people of Irenium who knew of magic
Yet forgot the alphabet that wrote its code
To the beautiful bounteous lands skies and oceans.
Irenium! Tell me muse, what
the name means
To the vastness of the space infinitum on which
She floats like a spellbinding emerald aquamarine
And blue: Irenium! The wonder of wind and aqua
Magical response of oxygenated lights and seasons
In an windless infinite void
and thick stretched out
Darkness, Irenium floated as a she peacock always
In her attire and sapphires dazzling the heavens!
Irenium the land where
shadows spoke of lights
And where darkness bore the children of lights
Yet, tell me muse, where
shall I begin this tale
While my hear trembles in a combined pulls of
Sadness, sorrows and an overwhelming awe?
Where shall I begin this tale? Tell me Muse,
Touch me with your enlightened wings and
Tell me, teach me where and how to begin?
Beneath the high altars and
citadel of heavens
Sprang this multidimensional and multitudinous
Vast void infinitum covered in thick impenetrable
Darkness that is the infinite womb of the universe
Where things and nothing life and its music form
Of a nothingness out of darkness that Irenium
Called space that was how the magic of motion
Started to roll out in a whirlwind of openings
The infinite dark void
pressed the centre of
Nothingness with infinite pressures, force
Where speed sparks and it became solidas
Into a shining darkness thicker than anything
That existed. It carried on moving outward
In all directions leaving spread out space and
Objects were released and things began appearing
Stars form with their systems planets and
Their orbits and moons and their weather
Galaxies formed with billions of stars with
The razzmatazz of funfair of lights and fireworks
Galaxillations formed where stars formed
Their constellations and there was the triad
Space time and motion all
linked together in a
Mathematical marry go round three goes
Hand in hand taking everything along
So the black hole unfolds the
space and
New galaxies and stars are born as they die
At the same time and it seemed each galaxy
Keeps a black hole in their breast as core
That releases space out creating more stars
And everything thus is in outbound motion
Perpetually expanding like objects-lights
On this scheme of things Irenium found herself
Forming a part of Milky Way Galaxy where roam
About 400 billions stars forming a firefly network
And among which Irenium's tiny star belonged
That procured the magic of the perfect location
For life: heat, lights, waves, weather, rays and seasons
On which Irenium was the most blessed for she
Was the radiant receiver of the just amount of all
Of lights, heats, fires and
water, winds and rays,
Weather, seasons and wind: all in a blissful mix
To furbish and further life and living that was
The most beautiful space in the vast infinitum
The Irenium she was, if my muse tells me right.
And this epic is where she is
the song, of which,
I will have to waltz about my Muse till she gets
Me the power and skills to deliver, I will weave
The strands where humans form the topaz of lights
Here, there are no heroes who
exalted in physical
Might and become high on the order of their murders
There are no villains nor there are any conspiring gods
Here we are on the radiant
aqua-emerald Irenium
Our heroes are liberate and we sing an epic for the
Time that catapults us towards the expanse of heavens
We are just beginning the tale: sit deep and sip the lire
This is the song of sure lights and phosphorescence
Photons' march past: no bloods nor killing or violence
Will ever darken our imagination to create heroes
Lights is beauty defined yet
darkness in no evil spread
Our pure joy is to elaborate each with the other to hoist
A joys' fountain without destroying the hibiscus plant
Nor do we need to darken lights to brighten the dark
Or kill the swan of dark to issue a dead sprung light-bulb
And here we stand taking in
the joys in this sphere
Irenium: radiant aqua-emerald Irenium! And her children
That aspire and stand together in a rainbow spread:
Music and lights Prometheus and Orpheus they are
Our heroes and our lights: we shall sing humanity's height
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Mermaid
Memories Silk and Gold
Mermaid memories murmur like
something
Like the voice just reached
you in the park
Like the way you look to locate the source
But a sense of expected
disappointment remains
Lingering the abandonment that spreads heavily
Gradually lifting light ornaments: some sort of joys
Your reminiscences grow old
with you
Age flowers into wider and deeper lines
On the thinner forehead where letters spell
Of wars, conflicts and confusions of years
There, remaining loyal to
what you became
Of them and by their touching your torrents
Both on and under the visible viable shape
That you are: they made their marks in your
Stature where you are so many
things as seen
By others' intelligent eyes and insular insights
Knowing well they speak of truth about your
Being this capillary or that aorta of this or that
You though know better that
hard hoists your
Holistic harp where things always flow, forming
Here you are with age augmenting the truth
You remember what that no longer lives on
Mermaid memories murmur like something
Like the sharply sipped shadows of the clouds
From the ground you look afterwards
Like afterthoughts gone they are murmurs
Still remain on the drifting depth of your mind
There remaining with your
reminiscences ruefully
With tender a tapestry of care you look through
In case you can bring them to life just once for
A quickening flash yet all remains in the air is
This sense of resolved abandonment ringing
And though soft solid hurts
they rain areally
Mermaid memories murmur silk and gold
That you gather cupping your palms together
And you reflect your life's gleaming soft lights
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My Mother's
Smile
She would smile
That would remain floated on the air
The way the full moon maintains
A spread out static view so long you look
As though she was
Deliberately being cheeky
And surely hiding something
For you to robustly run out to seek
And locate, find and decipher
Yet she was not
Hiding any location
Or laurels or lights
Other than a sense of play
That gives you a pathway
Just to jump up
and down
For no reasons and rewards
And run to and fro here and there
And finally come back to her
Without feeling your weights
There she would be
and the smile
After your seeking and searching
Give me a clue
Give me a clue please
And she would give
you a smile
Again and you give up
Happily cradled in her lap
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Poetry She
Was
Poetry she was
On retrospect
Shaista Khanum
Running like
A focused hymn
Gleaming under
The summer lights'
Vibrant buoyancy
Her glistening dark
Hair flew outward
On the tickled face
Of the dazed day
That looked through
The youthful rhythm
Shaista Khanum
She was motion
A bloom in flight
Of a livened bud
Rhythm blended
In youthful beauty's
Joyful blender
She was beauty's
Blissful metaphor
Poetry she was
On retrospect
At primary school
Where her smiles'
Pearls caused it
Lose its metre
With all its feet
Poetry she was
On retrospect
Shaista Khanum
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Loving a Foreigner
Shahnaz she was
A name suited
To queens and
Princesses past
I was a foreigner
There where people
Knew us and them
Well enough to
Maintain a sure line
Shahnaz melted
In a smile wider
Than a crescent
Moon towards
Me making friend
Never realised
Why her eyes
Spelt sparkles
Of pearls seeing
My simple enough
Face often enough
On looking back
Wish I understood
Then just to return
The value of what
She gave me. Some
Thing no one gives
To a foreigner who
Must be treated at
Arms length: love.
Shahnaj knew how
To give without any
Promise of repayment
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Mermaid Memories Silk and
Gold
Daphneless they stand
Literally the trees were housed
there lightly
Suspended in a bucket full lights thrown in
From the glassed roof that keeps the sky
Away. They stand in non elective mute. Mind
Lessly they stand static as
painted greens
The lights fail to bring any glow or sense of
Living. Lack they do the touch of wind playing
Sad the stand vibrating a melancholy cry
There was no Daphne in there
breast nor
There was any that seeks her: in rhythmic
Play or just being an ardent admirer. None!
Decorative Daphneless they dire
out dust
Into the dry air lit by lack of the touch of
Life: wind! wind! Life they lack and Daphne!
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After the treasure map
Life's little treasure map is
sought in searches
Everyone eyes out for sure clues and cues
Dutifully seeking all the time wishing to be lucky
Life's little wand with its attire glowing showing
The treasure map's mind so that
we scream
"Eureka!" Here we are the key to the glory
Have we here the pathway to our pursuit of
Long and lasting deep and dancing happiness
And then the notes fall in a
flurry of papers
Printed and we then learn the rules that run
Our life that now learnt to sing unknown songs
And dazzled and dazzling we
march: destiny
At our boot we shoot at whatever we please
Oh! How the life is lost after the treasure map!
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About advice
Advice you seek often which
does not come
And you feel neglected yet why I do not give
Any out is very personal: you expect to hear
Dear words and sheer positives rippling out
When they do no gather out to
your liking you
Murmur disdainfully and cross my name from
The list of people that's in your valued vault
And to be honest that doesn't hone me much
I rather not be the bugger to
pass the salt
To a wound and would rather have you fall
Hurt, get up, wipe the bleed and learn yourself
For if you sung already sung
songs singsong
They may be but will not put Orpheus dancing
So learn by living and leaning on this life feeling
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A poetry student's
dilemma
Write this writhing poem
requiring you a round
Around the block empty headed empowering
Your thoughts that ride with clouds that float
In the sky, which resembles your inner, dread
How are you going to spark out
a poem out of
Your wet matchstick and wetter still its box
How are you going to capsulate this tricky poem!
Rarely you could write dearly attending classes
Through your glasses you look
to read the lips
Of your teacher and try to decipher her move
How am I going to grip this poem by its neck!
Yet you look smell walk and
touch inhaling air
That makes you light and you see a gull flying
By but that poem does not come by the class
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A Made Up Woman
I see you a wholesome
togetherness
That speaks in fulsome completeness
Where speech is no longer necessary:
You, like the way sky dips into water,
Negating the space, walk pass.
Ease
Narrates your silence-phosphorescence.
Evaporating the space you reach peace
That's like February's laurel-sun-lights.
Your hair glows, flowing
outward: rhythm,
Floral, fragrant they are air's aerogramme:
Your smiles beat the dictionary of pearls.
Your lush lips fail a heart,
aqua-crystal-eyes
Read and speak. Your mind is where care
And beauty blend in warmth: open, whole.
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This Need of Being Light
This need of being light
Comes from being heavy.
Being heavy is what you
Become in living in rules
Of grammar of gravity's
Dictates that tell you: you
Are of matters that mass
In weights: power-bonds.
Yet holding the elements
The liberate: is light held
In entrapped space under
Weights and you have thus
This need of being light and
You try and sing to be light
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The City Night
The city lights bleach out the
darkness thin
At night and on her rather fair skin she holds
Her smile on nothingness; still making it visible
While lights work on the slates of things, showing.
One sees their works reflected
on other's craft;
Lights for things to be seen against the breadth
Of darkness while she presents the void in a
Transparent blank: both in need of being seen.
And the buildings that stand
like aerial giants
With electric eyes shining out their rays through
From their bodies' exterior expanse: mute, mindless.
As the night thickens in dry
and dusty city air
The space transforms itself and becomes almost
Like a multidimensional glass house: static, still.
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On Bare River Seeking
I seek and a subtle response is
what
Offers me a flow of something that I
Could not handle: joys remit is limitless
Yet there comes the low tide: bare river
Although there still shines the
silt in
Happy sunlights that transform the surface
Of the glowing mud where a bird seeks
With deep confidence that its breast could
Hard-handle: something,
anything to gather
For life, her compounding connections to it
I am spell bound in the bounty of, even this,
Bare river, beyond low tide,
riding on lights'
Loving care and the fairs of human affairs
Carry on gathering notes and boats: seeking.
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A Drop of Nothingness
A drop of silence like a
falling star
Hold the truth in a space where
No copies of living beings made
There melancholy waits in splendour
To be witnessed with eyes and
ears
Open in a way we have never done
Beauty may make us magnificent
If we take up the task of seeking
Seeking the treasure map of
truth
A drop of nothingness may hold
The lights' labyrinth in frozen darkness
Time's escape is how we seek
insanely
Timeless treasures' triumphant vault
Where jewels are our joys' reflections
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I Hold
I hold wholesomely the whole
Infinite universe and eternity
In an areal copy of the truth
I hold all in a sure possible state
I hold and unfold as I go
I touch the real to light up
The areal to make it come to life
I live, hold and unfold the truth
Things out touched, felt and
sensed
Illumine inner space, sparks and images
All comes to life in a feast of lights
I hold wholesomely the whole
I live and by my magic wand of living
I light up the outer truth in glowing
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Tell Me About the
Spectrum
''Think of the spans between
woman and man
When she desires and avoids him.'' Rilke
You ladies, in whose arms
lights play
Youthful pink and scarlet and hue
Out a glow that calls eternity's attention;
Tell me, about the spectrum of your play!
When your breath feels
bewitched by
A name, and your eyes reflect a glow
Of an unreal lake where swims the
Royal swan and you speak in vibrations:
How far you run towards and
away from?
Please, tell me, how far you play between
Desiring and accepting the light of loss?
When you are a magnet and do
magnetise;
Why do you not strive towards and open
The proximity's flower in touch-in tune?
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Being Whole
These are not far out foreign
truths
For there are no foreign but things
Unknown to us. I do not know my
Tomorrows nor did I know my children
When I was a playful child
running
In the field: in catching a falling leaf.
India or Romania, Poland or Pakistan
Is part of the earth the way my arms
Are related to my body; so are
we part
Of this big space, tiny in proportion on
Which we stay as aliens, though our home
Is bigger than our knowledge
and we
Ought to venture out, look and extend
So aliens cease in a wider home, whole.
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Stating a Position
You want to keep your eyes
shut, do
But do not scream if I do not want
To: simply, because a lot of you elected
To do so. Seeing must I do for myself.
Here, in an endless
ever-playful ocean
If you cannot be without drawing firm
A circle in your head that does not touch
The ever-clever water's moving surface.
Go ahead, but for God's sake,
save me,
From your deafening righteous screams
If I decide to join the dolphins, diving in
Or the birds that are, in will,
wise enough
In the scripture of nature to surely know
When, where to fly and to fly back again.
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Searching
Searching a
Metaphor,
Soft enough
To hold you;
The way spring
Leaves hold the
Lights, lightly
Slightly mov
Ing in the
Spring's pure breeze;
Flowing over.
You, subtle
As lights' love
To the dark.
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Busy at Work
The countless raindrops on the
window
Shine, shimmer and brilliantly sparkle
Under the street lights busily directing
Rays. The expanse of the still window
Appears like a bright field
holding
The raindrops where photons laid
Luminous transparent aqua eggs
That sparkle, glimmer and shimmer
Like stars on a neat light
bright sky
Where off and bright transparence
Plays with lights and I sit and watch
Oh! How easily beauty curves
herself out!
Wherever you go or look she is there
Busy at work marking her smile sublime!
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Eternity's Honey Home
Second
Minute
Hour
Honey
Gathers
Like
Water
Glistening
From
Eternity's
Honey
Home
Thickening
Blissfully
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An Eternal Phoenix
I am an eternal phoenix
With my silky velvety feathers soft
Yet they are my steel mechanics
Of perpetual motion and rhythm
Do not write me off
For do know I shall rise up again
And I can do that in infinite numbers
I am an eternal phoenix
With my key ring holding a rainbow
That muses around melody and music
That can touch you love and care
That can touch you silky kisses in burning diamond
I can touch you back to life
And you rise up to dance
And open the windows of adventures in your fingers
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