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Yasir Khatib Poem
The age of premonition and belief in false speculations…
A firm believer of the grace now devoted to inelegance…
All it stated was an untainted fib…
Darkened fiend now restive within…
Falling by the force of an ill-defined revelation…
Swimming through cadavers of lies…
Illusive delusions cast before my perception…
All hopes are sedated by my hands…
Sheer inanity I commit exhibiting my buoyant stance…
Imperceptible shadows ridicule a common jest…
And those divine shall affix to fantasizing…
…As the rest battle with a fettered fiend within…
Sightlessly chose to pursue the affectionate call…
Veracity being a neglected constituent…
Sedated hope – call of the day…
…As aspiration thaws endlessly to oblivion…
Hope tends to soar higher by the progress of the seconds…
Peak exists for all which tends to be limitless…
Crash the new-born hope which unites with obscurity…
A premature plummet is beneficial to the torn essence…
A moon once elegant now darkened by the malevolent night…
Haunted by the iniquity ever so fervent…
And I run towards that which proffers solace…
Hands of murder soaked in the blackest blood…
The despaired yearning silently for another sunrise…
Darkened soul haunted by notions of a dim collapse…
Equipped with a blade ever so assertive…
The green earth now stained with blood of the fallen…
And desires for that which lies in the other realm…
…Endlessly distant from the dream which was once breathing…
Attempting to never dream for the unattainable…
Sedated hope – call of the day…
Copyright © Yasir Khatib | Year Posted 2007
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Crimson-orange rays clawing the sky
And everything is at peace
Birds pacing towards their young
Wolves howling to the elegant moon
Down that wooden bridge
Across the black river
Further into the dense
And back to where I started
Follow the stars
The trail of magnificent light
Running, breathing quicker
Where to?
Stand under this tree
The feel of majestic spring
Sound of water-drops
Fragrance of blooming flowers
The crave to fly
With these new developed wings
The urge to sing
With a new melody in heart
Close your eyes
Listen, carefully... to the heart beat
Feel the flow of blood
Footsteps getting louder
There she is
Smiling, looking right at me
Glowing extravagantly
And then disappearing, at sundown
Here I am…
Following your stars again
The trail of light
And back to where I started…
Down that wooden bridge
Across the black river
Further into the dense
I will reach you, someday.
7th October 2009
Copyright © Yasir Khatib | Year Posted 2009
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Confined within broken memories
Lost somewhere in the moments of fantasies
With loss of air in this confinement
Choking on words of hatred
With the world celebrating, start of a new day
Bright sunshine and fresh fragrance of content
I, under the shadows of dark cloud and thunder
Abandoned somewhere in space, arriving nowhere
Mind pestering the trail of yellow rays
Wanting to fast forward, beyond shadows
When those chilling memories cease to exist
Under the rays of a morning sun
Impatiently awaited this day
When rays of light broke through the storms
Eyes of miraculous hope
Smile of a warm welcome
Frozen people, frozen world
Frozen time, with you across the room
And no one else
No one else here but you
Leaving footsteps to follow
Every lingering memory left behind
Wounds starting to heal
And finally resting under the rays of comfort
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Upon that mountain top, I sit
Staring at the magnificent silver
A nightingale on my shoulder
Compassionately singing reveries
Blissful sound of melody
Fantasies of flying high above clouds
Or close to the sea, do you see the vast blue?
Clearly displaying my love for you
Spiral deep into the shiny green
Counting every leaf on the tree
Losing count and recounting mindlessly
Oh how I miss you endlessly
Time ticking by slowly
Within those milliseconds, eyes meet
The sparkle of joy
Heart frozen somewhere in time
The touch of warm rays
Start of a bright day
Path of hope before me
Here starts a new journey
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The wolves race through the woods...
A melancholic night breathing...
The moon weeping its elegant light...
As I drown in the lake of uncertainty...
A prodigious night...
Procreating melancholy...
A deceiver at command...
Portraying images of the divine...
The nature decaying to the bizarre setting...
As the wolves howl at the night’s mystical descend...
And as my heart cries a disheartening reverie...
The river turns venomous at the cheerless call...
The wolves pursue the divine call...
The eerie wind deceives their ears...
Far ahead I see a shadow of the pure...
But as I approach...the shadow is razed by the prevalent obscurity...
The winter birds seem to be early...
Nesting in the putrefied tree...
The venomous river appears frozen...
As a chilling breeze stings the heart...
A prodigious night...
Procreating melancholy...
A deceiver at command...
Portraying images of the divine...
The last few hopes seem to deaden...
As a cloud seems to darken the elegant moon...
And the heart craves for her warmth...
As the flowers anticipate the monsoon...
Why is it that her radiant shadows appear?
When illumination ceases to exist...
A bird rests on my shoulder...
And sings mantras of eternal hope...
An assurance of support...
And guidance...as the melancholic night descends...
The wolves howl to the infinite sky...
...And the lamentation of a lost soul...
Overpowered by their howls...
As the melancholic fire burns on...
The lamentation of a lost soul...
Forever lost...
...And as I close my eyes...
The setting transforms to “heaven”
Where flowers are vivacious...
...And nature rejoicing the start of spring...
...As I lay in her arms...
The panorama vivid as ever...
A panorama...
That subsists within the broken heart...
And a last few dead branches...
The winter bird collects to complete its nest...
And now all is at rest...
Silence is what subsists eternally...
The lamentation of a torn heart
Ever so callous...
...As he putrefies eternally...
...In a Melancholic Blaze...
Copyright © Yasir Khatib | Year Posted 2007
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Appearance far down the road…
Voices singing by my ear…
The world passing by my eyes…
Nature sings at the sentiment…
Frozen tears withhold implicit words…
The four walls a witness of melancholy…
Deep within the crux an angel dwells…
Causing much pain internally…
Deep within the green colors…
I see passion bleeding with joy…
Fear of falling rain…
Standing by in the darkest weather…
Speeding cars zooming past…
Every second brings it closer…
Obsession with her presence…
The mirror appears reflection less…
…With coldness filling in…
Reaching out for the appearing hand…
And before I reach your warmth…
Frozen, my hearts ceases to beat…
Copyright © Yasir Khatib | Year Posted 2008
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…And the obscurity ever so profound…
Stuffing a new-born with apprehension…
Nebulous prophecies it recites…
As my prospect begins to diminish…
The ravens soaring high above…
As fatality becomes the conqueror…
And he dwells in the deep murk…
When the wolves discard the frail one…
…And the uncertain sky resides in doubt…
Listening to him recite infidel hymns…
Perplexed, Dejected, Adrift…
A lost essence ferrets for ecstasy…
And streaks of crimson materialize the sky…
…While the blood-scarlet sun accosts the profound ocean…
Such a panorama perceives the dim mind…
A vision of the despaired…
A bird discards the defective infant…
…And a cohort of malevolence at command…
A serpent persecutes the lost soul…
Persecutes the one neglected…
A thorny, malicious and defiled path he walks…
The neglected one craving for her occurrence…
Warmth of affection radiating from her eyes…
Words of ignorance bleeding from her mouth…
Euphoric reminiscences dwell in the core of his essence…
Reminiscences of optimism and fictitious prophecies…
Bitter, icy winter blows to his heart…
As past reminiscences venoms his essence to endless anguish…
Endlessly dedicating affectionate words to the one ever so beautiful…
Eyes of profound depth ever so consoling…
Emptiness fills his spirit with despair ever so immaculate…
The words of affection lost deep into oblivion…
The discarded young wrestles with the adversity of nature…
…A neglected mortal resolute with lost aspirations…
An eccentric observe runs through the feeble mortal
“Aspiring for an enhanced panorama is for those with immense fortitude”
Once a magnificent vision existed deep within…and now
Absurdly bleeding eyes lamenting over inflexible words…
Magnificence of any vision thaws as aspiration unites with obscurity…
And defeat becomes a customary guest…
Ever so blindly dedicated words to the unyielding…
Lost in her profound eyes ignored the dismaying past…
A torn heart bears scars of the past and blunders only once…
Her torn essence barely affectionate ever again…
…And now the veracity ever so lucid…
…As I read her words of sorrow
An assurance I impart…
“Ignorant of the past I was blindly surrendering to the striking affection…
Conscious I am now after breathing a false dream and plummeting into a
profound distress…Confessions are no longer extant except that which you shall
never discern.”
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Extending far beyond the darkest night
Passing through deep gullies and narrow holes
Sweetly impairing him from deep within
Cry of a shattered soul echoing miles away
Within a cold glass-room, helpless
Spiraling deep down into despair
Spent days, heartless, locked in blankness
Eyes of a shattered soul feeble with unrest
Once there existed a heaven
And warmth of divine affection
Now surrounded by walls of fear
Frozen mirror appears reflection-less
Pushed off from the highest peak
Landing down heart first
Faster, deeper, as pain grows unremittingly
But there seems to be no end
Raging sky, pouring fire
Rumbling with immense might
The journey is impossible
Every drop burns like those memories created
The door of solitude before his eyes
And that is the only way the road follows
There is no turning back
Every escape has been burnt
So when I stood here and gave you everything
I really never asked for anything, nothing
Yet, you pushed me down the cliff
What is it that I missed?
The Winter Rose has faded and left with nothing but burning scars…
Copyright © Yasir Khatib | Year Posted 2008
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