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| My Heart My Heart gallops like a frisky horse It has been racing since I met you. My heart is melting into love with you It feels at once like a tranquil pond and sea heaving blue My heart beats like a distant drum It counts the wasted days I pine for you My heart waits behind the glass of time It drops its reasons, one by one, poured in a hope for you My heart has strings warping the truth It spins a gold angel not the yellow canary that is you "Heart" Painting, Acrylic on canvas, By Farroukh "My Heart" Poetry by Tasnim Jivaji |
Thursday, December 08, 2011
Poetry inspired by a painting.
Wednesday, December 07, 2011
Peep into my only life.
Reality
Tabloids, Shows
Have nothing, compared
To
What you
Will See Here
If
You Can
Leave a Bug
And
See What
I hide here.
Where
Is Shame
Respect and Love
Gone
Burned Washed
In Furious Lineage
My
Five souls
Fix me here.
Tabloids, Shows
Have nothing, compared
To
What you
Will See Here
If
You Can
Leave a Bug
And
See What
I hide here.
Where
Is Shame
Respect and Love
Gone
Burned Washed
In Furious Lineage
My
Five souls
Fix me here.
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
There is no other God - There is no other Me.
If there is a God,
In that Image am I
If I am who I imagine,
Then God, am I there!
In that Image am I
If I am who I imagine,
Then God, am I there!
Soldiers dont have choices, do they
You know the identity if a true soldier is one that puts on the colours of his country and gets all nice and shaven only to climb onto a plane that will throw him into a dark sky onto hostile soil. However, that has nothing to do with the fact that he will or will not make enemies there, because the people whom he bears arms against could have been friends deprived of chances for that first greeting, for that possibility to become bosom pals.
They bow on the stage where ancient hatreds were born and nourished and get chosen to play the part of bleeders and slayers of innocents, they cast stones sometimes for wrongs that no longer are wrongs.
For leaders who don the mask of father send their sons to horrible uncharted graves in search for their own glories and to hands stain with metals in the medals that hate to shine for the reasons that they do and would rather have stayed in the belly of mother earth and never been mined to be forged into round guilty honours for death and destruction.
They bow on the stage where ancient hatreds were born and nourished and get chosen to play the part of bleeders and slayers of innocents, they cast stones sometimes for wrongs that no longer are wrongs.
For leaders who don the mask of father send their sons to horrible uncharted graves in search for their own glories and to hands stain with metals in the medals that hate to shine for the reasons that they do and would rather have stayed in the belly of mother earth and never been mined to be forged into round guilty honours for death and destruction.
I can't change the tides of life.
What does a mother never say?
That it doesn't feel good to be a mother,
What would a new mother never know until its too late?
That it doesn't make me proud to see the hatred,
Is there more pain than the pangs of labour, huh mother?
Yes, It is a pain to stoop all the time and be kind,
Why would you change the way it works, mother?
It is a shame that they don't learn until it hurts.
That it doesn't feel good to be a mother,
What would a new mother never know until its too late?
That it doesn't make me proud to see the hatred,
Is there more pain than the pangs of labour, huh mother?
Yes, It is a pain to stoop all the time and be kind,
Why would you change the way it works, mother?
It is a shame that they don't learn until it hurts.
What comes next comes and lays the step for an aftermath.
It isnt planned, the great truth is the gamble
The randomness
What happens next is never what we plan
It never comes out the way we intend
Where we are after the spoils
is where we are, there is no rocket science
Why it happens is simple
we have no answers, do not try the math.
So all we can do
is be still and let the calm take control
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Week 24 - Everything I ever hoped for is happening.
But I do not like the feeling inside. I think I wished for the wrong thing to happen. But I am on the top of the roller coaster and I know that I am going to hate this ride, I am going to lose my dignity swearing out loud, but come out of this fine. Fine and relieved. Fine and alive. Fine and swearing never to do this again.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
She is in life
Mid life crisis
Crisis
Someone who knew made that line
Someone else has been here
And now it is a joke
People say it to aged fools who finally grow up
What is crisis is that the people around this fool
Might be shrugged off like an old well-used jacket that never did fit
Untangled from the beloved one
Hurtling towards a crisis or a lonely mid-life
Mid life crisis is
When the kids I cherish turn away
Mid life crisis is
When the kids I cherish, cherish me back
Mid life crisis is
The spouse I held up taking me for granted
Mid life crisis is
The spouse I held up, holding me up guaranteed.
Mid life crisis, when all the business is done
and I am faced again with I,
Mid life crisis is mind boggling because I do not recognise
That person - the one with whom I was born
Crisis
Someone who knew made that line
Someone else has been here
And now it is a joke
People say it to aged fools who finally grow up
What is crisis is that the people around this fool
Might be shrugged off like an old well-used jacket that never did fit
Untangled from the beloved one
Hurtling towards a crisis or a lonely mid-life
Mid life crisis is
When the kids I cherish turn away
Mid life crisis is
When the kids I cherish, cherish me back
Mid life crisis is
The spouse I held up taking me for granted
Mid life crisis is
The spouse I held up, holding me up guaranteed.
Mid life crisis, when all the business is done
and I am faced again with I,
Mid life crisis is mind boggling because I do not recognise
That person - the one with whom I was born
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