In the tide's peril, through dusky snare
I fall low, i submerged slow, and when they call me, i drift below
I am lost, I am alone
I am but a shadowed self of my own
Striding, fleeing and now I'm drowning
Deeper and deeper, i reached randevou's crown
I reach, but nothing holds me near
Echoes vane, no voices here
I found none to whom I'm dear
Walking on the path of sand,
Down and drown, but can't stand,
In the deep abyss i found a man
Swirling like bay, warmer than may
He stretched his arm, he found me astray
He found me lost and taught me to pray
I sailed above, hiking through love
Now canva's lightning, darkness is bluing
I see the sky, i found the migh
Now no dusk can keep me by
I found the migh
With his power, now I stand still
I stand by
"On the rocks?", the bartender called,
As I asked for a double Scotch,
To revive my spirits keel-hauled.
By my sleepy shift on night-watch.
On the rocks the liquid gold poured
Making the cold hard ice cubes clink.
Drowner of sorrows, now on board,
Dismay was dragged back from the brink.
On the rocks the ship did flounder
With no stormy tempest in sight,
With watch asleep, the rocks found her,
Not at night, but in broad daylight.
On the rocks now, the storms will rage,
Mercilessly blasting their might,
Building seas, to roaring rampage,
Defying quaffs to set things right.
On the rocks, becalmed distraction
Leaves sails flapping, wanting a breeze
Postponing the need for action,
To get relief and be at ease.
On the rocks, cold as cubes of ice,
Enticing Scotch will not suffice.
Valentine
My dear brothers and sisters
What special in Feb 14th?
Why did you prefer a bl/\dy clothes?
Why did you celebrate the death of a lover?
Why do you dress nakedness on this day?
Why do you enjoy mocking your virginity?
You broke a door locked by thy Creator
You behave like dogs
You exchange doggy saliva
You are out there looking for wears
Which your parents can't avoid
They keep starving at home because of you
But you spent thousands for a single day
You took photos as many you want
Your parents find it difficult to change their clothes
A tuition fee of twenty thousand
Your mathematical equation turn it to forty
When your wall is being drainage off
And your wall allowed every drowner
A fool looking for his/her val
They romance you such as animal
You commit sins call for hundred lashes
And you call it pleasure
Are you capable of account??
On the day of accountability...
©® Junaid Abdul Wakeel 11/2/17
PLANE RIDE
I would go back to the amber waving grain
I long to fly to America again
Oh yes it’s corny I know
To say I love America but it is so
When I look around at the restriction
And these old methods and ways of affliction
In my un-American surrounding
And feel the blood in my head pounding
With anger and held-temper
At the man paid to be my gatekeeper
And when I see the planes on their run
Daily westbound into the sun
And I know, as you do,
That there is no one who
Wouldn’t give his rice bowl wood and hard
Or his party membership card
Or her position as third wife in the tent
Or her work in the kraal, lifelong spent,
To board that moving craft
As a drowner grabs a life-raft
Watch her slip the bond unbound
She goes where freedom is found
Prima ballerina now she’ll dance
Gaily gaining speed she’ll start to prance
Leaping up the air will free her swift
Graceful strength not seen but felt in lift
Shimmering sheen of pure pearl
Far beyond sight, the freedom girl
Two wings full spread to soar in pride
Fast bound to America by knots untied.
MY WEEK OFF WORK
I would go back to the amber waving grain
I long to fly to America again
Oh yes it’s corny I know
To say I love America but it is so
When I look around at the restriction
And these old methods and ways of affliction
In my un-American surrounding
And feel the blood in my head pounding
With anger and held-temper
At the man paid to be my gatekeeper
And when I see the planes on their run
Daily westbound into the sun
And I know, as you do,
That there is no one who
Wouldn’t give his rice bowl wood and hard
Or his party membership card
Or her position as third wife in the tent
Or her work in the kraal, lifelong spent,
To board that moving craft
As a drowner boards a life-raft
Watch her slip the bond unbound
She goes where freedom is found
Prima ballerina now she’ll dance
Gaily gaining speed she’ll start to prance
Leaping up the air will free her swift
Graceful strength not seen but felt in lift
Two wings full spread to soar in pride
Shimmering sheen of pure pearl
Diminishing sight, the freedom girl
Fast bound to America by knots untied.
MY CONFESSION
Oh yes it’s corny I know
To say I love America but it is so
When I look around at the restriction
And these old methods and ways of affliction
In my un-American surrounding
And feel the blood in my head pounding
With anger and held-temper
At the man paid to be my gatekeeper
And when I see the planes on their run
Daily westbound into the sun
And I know, as you do,
That there is no one who
Wouldn’t give his rice bowl wood and hard
Or his party membership card
Or her position as third wife in the tent
Or her work in the kraal, lifelong spent,
To board that moving craft
As a drowner boards a life-raft.
Watch her slip the bond. Unbound,
She goes where freedom is found.
Prima ballerina now she’ll dance
Gaily gaining speed she’ll start to prance
Leaping up the air will free her swift
Graceful strength not seen but felt in lift
Two wings full spread to soar in pride
Shimmering sheen of pure pearl
Diminishing sight, the freedom girl
Fast bound to America by knots untied.