When dark contains sight
21 October 2018
Within a day dream
I gather features of past
In ribbons of kites
Sunshine awakens
Contentment a numbness sought
Shutting out the light
The breath a constraint
Recollections dark matter
Regrets confinement
There flies a small space
Extending light particles
Between you and me
I breathe in hollow
Extensions of my soul seep
Into the twilight
The play of shadows
A riddle for the seeker
When dark contains sight
Reading of the poem:
Space song – Beach house
Shadows in my eyes
20 October 2018
Battlefields anew
Conqueror and conquered writhe
Scars only outcome
Moonlight rises pale
Extinguished now the sorrow
A new song finds heart
The light falls on brow
A quiver on my eyelid
Shadows in my eyes
Reading of the poem:
To the Moon and back – Savage Garden
Keep the joy in you
2 October 2018
When loneliness spikes
When nostalgia the heart strikes
Keep the joy in you
When forest grows thick
When eyes of tears feel the prick
Keep the joy in you
When thoughts brain derange
When your spirits soul estrange
Keep the joy in you
When the bosom swells
When the mind descends in wells
Keep the joy in you
When your dreams die hard
Cling not on to wayward shard
Keep the joy in you
When things fall apart
Wait for the bright renewed start
Keep the joy in you
Reading of the poem:
Perfect Symmetry – Lights & Motion
Sad sighs in between
October 1, 2018
From your bosom’s share
You gave me a piece of sun
Dazzling in bright frame
In free gift of self
Willingly you gave me light
Through dark winter night
Nights and days relayed
Sensations everlasting
Heart at the center
Head preoccupied
Thoughts roaming free now unwind
Windmills in the mind
From my toil and care
I gave you a piece of moon
Reflected in eyes
In poet’s retort
Unknowingly I gave spleen
Sad sighs in between
Reading of the poem:
Anamorphic – Lights & Motion
On the road to redemption
21 September 2018
Heavens’ bloom coughed mirth
Opposites struck many deals
Kindred spirits waned
Memories clung tight
On the road to redemption
Moonlight composed odes
Fierce energies collided
Futures vanished with no trace
Horizons were shorn
Heady scents lingered
On the road to redemption
Knees resisted weight
Words pricked my eardrums
Dreams of tomorrow caught up
Thoughts’ speed was worthless
Bluebells hung their head
On the road to redemption
Castles vanished fast
Reading of the poem:
All I wanted – Daughter
Return to the stars
8 September 2018
She looked at the water that was breaking into foam at the edge of the sand. It was a pale grey colour, unlike the blue water of the day before when the sun had been out. The night fell gradually upon the beach plunging her in a temporary darkness before some street lights flickered and illuminated the edge of the water. The deep side of the sea remained pitch black and undistinguishable from the edge of where the sky had ended at sunset.
The disappearance of the sun changed nothing in the stickiness of the atmosphere around her. Crows cawed as usual high above, their restlessness never curbed, not even by the night. Just before sunset a batallion of dragonflies had fought the crows for some space in the skies and though they outnumbered the latter, they still looked remarkably fragile in comparison and she had wondered what the outcome would be. For some reason her thoughts had drifted back to the boy in her childhood who used to pin down dragonflies with needles or a side of a safety pin. The memory of that cruelty had made her shudder.
She looked back at the skies but all the dragonflies had left now. Only the cawing crows were hastening back to the shelter of the surrounding trees. She felt the waters call to her again and she turned back to gaze at the black outline of the waves that she could hear breaking on the shore. She would have loved to plunge into the waters had they not been so polluted at this spot. She longed for the beautiful beaches she had once been at and where she could first soak her toes before plunging in delight right into the sea.
Her gaze went up beyond the waves and she saw a flickering star. She wondered how it was that something that looked so alive was but the last message of a dying entity. Something within her stirred. She could almost remember a journey through the void and in between a myriad of planets. Her eyes glazed over with tears. She wanted to be back up there, on that roller coaster ride far away from Earth. She could almost hear that other deep calling out to her. She sighed and looked back again at the shadow of the sea. One day she would be back there. One day she would return to the stars.
Counting stars – One Republic
We escaped at last an end of horror
1 September 2018
They told us tales of how we would have gone
With our skins to hide and wailing bellies
With our knees quaking and courage foregone
A tale now foretold as our breaths would cease
The sun melted into the horizon
Traces of the cold to come submerged us
Jaded darkness overcame the prison
This was the end we would go without fuss
The eyes within the cypresses watched on
We walked uphill to places forgotten
The will now forsaken the soul forlorn
A semblance of human its core rotten
They gathered us in increasing darkness
The night was the tool of lasting terror
Free will brought all courage we could harness
We escaped at last an end of horror
Reading of the poem:
Ends of the Earth – Lord Huron
Crows invade my sight
26 August 2018
Dry pitiless cries
Resonating through my mind
Dull and hoarse voices
A glare in the eye
Beak a scavenger’s emblem
Robe mantle of dark
Merciless swirling
Cawing from morning till night
Crows invade my sight
Reading of the poem:
Counting crows – Round Here
Shedding leaves
25-26 August 2018
She walked through the swarming streets heading towards the beachfront. She smiled at the woman who crossed her path and touched her outstretched hands that were offering her a garland of jasmine woven with small roses. She took the garland and put it around her neck as her hair was too short to weave it in there. She paid the woman, smiled and moved on as the woman waved at her smilingly.
The sun was high in the sky but the sea remained grey as usual. She had wondered when she had first arrived at the seaside why the sea was always grey but had got used to it. It seemed like it had to blend with the darker colour of the rocks on the seaside. She thought back to the beautiful sparkling beaches in North Africa and wondered whether it was the pollution here that made the sea turn grey close to the coast.
She sat on a rock overlooking the beach and stared at the sea. The waves were making a gentle lulling sound interrupted from time to time by the shrieks of children jumping into the water. It was a joyous sight but somehow she could not help her heart feeling heavy. She could not get over the feeling that something had completely stirred out of control in her destiny, changing her future, and that it was not by chance. Barely a year and a half had gone by but it seemed like it was light years away.
Back home to keep the memories of those moments of the future she had glimpsed she had resorted to collecting falling leaves in which she mentally inscribed glimpses of that future. Over time, the future she had seen seemed to be slowly fading into oblivion and she would then take out the leaves to remember. Each leaf reminded her vividly of a place in time where she had been in thought and where she had lived an incredible adventure filled with love and happiness.
Her right hand felt for the small basket that was tucked inside her handbag. It was still there and she sighed a sigh of relief. She wondered how it could be so small and hold so much at the same time. She got up from the rock and resumed her walk but towards the canal this time. It was one of the rare places in the city where stagnant water was not necessarily a synonym of stench and rot. At some points it even looked beautiful with profuse vegetation and a small bridge-like construction.
The water was a sombre green. She walked to the bridge, looked over the edge of it and slowly emptied the small basket. The leaves fell into the water and swirled away with the current caused by the wind. She watched until they were out of sight and felt as though her heart were leaving with those swirling leaves. Yet she knew that she could not hold on to the leaves as a totem anymore. They had to disappear for what they represented to reappear.
Those moments of the lost future she had lived had to be reintegrated within her. They belonged to her and had to be a part of her again, not relegated to the role of externalised memories. Her heart warmed slowly with the returning memories that filled her being with love. It was as if the release of the leaves had opened a dam within her. The images cascaded in her mind like a whirlpool of sunny water as they filled her neurons. Tears of joy streamed down her face and wiping them she lifted her head and smiled up at the skies. It did not matter anymore that it had been steered away for it existed out there. It was forever hers.
Winter Aid – The Wisp Sings
The monsoon relief
20 August 2018
Dust, rubble and clay
Irregular particles
Unwinding the day
Swaying drumstick tree
Whispering with winds that blow
Heavy sun kisses
Shuddering skies heave
Lightning announcing the rain
The monsoon relief
Reading of the poem:
Flam – Monsoon (Buddha Bar)
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