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Dad is in the garden tending to his turnips,
He’s almost hidden by a tall crop of Sunflowers;
I imagine the large yellow heliotropes
turning toward an invisible moon like satellite dishes.
I was watching the Apollo 8 mission.
Mum was grumbling that ‘she was sick of turnips’.
Back then, our T.V. signal came in black and white.
Dad came back-in and switched the set to a soccer match.
When the Ander’s color photograph of ‘Earthrise’
made the cover of ‘Life’ magazine,
I dreamt that the turnips began to cry;
they vowed to each other, ‘that they would never
leave this wonderful planet again’.
Who knew they were an alien vegetable?
Later in life, William Anders (astronaut and baptized Catholic),
declared that the world did not revolve around the Pope!
I always meant to write to him about the turnips,
but he probably knew anyway.
In light of my own imagination
I am drawn to the natural existence
that beauty possesses within my very mind
Creating a view of the desire to be one
To have freedom
To have the choice between what is right and wrong
To live in a life where I have a positive outlook among myself
Where the world does not revolve around material possessions
I am me
I am able to go on in life and know that I made a choice
The choice to live the best I can for the reality of the woman I am
The one that has the desire to create, to dream, to imagine
The times of past flow away and I settle in the moments
of the realization that life is too short
I shall cherish what I have in the moment
And the future will look brighter ahead amongst the horizon
in which I see through clear eyes of intellectual realization.
Expectations of the newly wed
Are higher than the sky,
To live in passion until they're dead
With life as easy as pie.
Expectations change with the years.
A more subdued view is found.
Through the ups and downs, smiles and tears
We expect our love to stick around.
Expectations years after the vow
Revolve around loyalty and trust.
Love is rarely mentioned now
But companionship is a must.
We expect our mate to be true
And to be there by our side.
To comfort us when we're blue
And till the end of days abide.
Those expectations of our youth
We've forgotten along the way.
We've settled for a different truth,
That the romance doesn't always stay.
for Paula Swanson's "Meeting Expectations " contest
My sad, deplorable glory is a nightmare for another
This knowing is sickening to the bone
The need for anothers' pain is like a virus
Slitting the veins of truth and delirious want of false
Watching the bile flow through
I emptied a full, sorrowful glass for you
Without even a moment’s glance
Your parched lips opened to drink
But like poison the sustainable exhalation surrounded your body
I shrank at the shrieks of your disquietude
Not knowing what to do
Expression died with the loss of flow
I couldn’t flourish in the bleak winters of your loss
I couldn’t grow
All happiness in a flash of susceptibility
Turned to woe
I gave into thinking it was all an unworthy dream
But the answers, the symbolism was never clear
The loss of your very soul is what I fear
I never meant to poison you in what I take as nourishment
And here now you rot
At the expense of these sad, empty tunes
They must mean close to nothing to you
Pain
Pain
Why do I revolve around the pain?
The empty glass of your spirits remains stained
With the insides of all things true
Torn away
Smothered in a ghostly, ghastly gore
I couldn’t see you could not take it
The sorrow I meant to erase to fake it
But instead make it
The reason I live is to sing for you
To disintegrate the swelling blue
But instead I crawled into your only space
Leaving only disgrace
The gore splattering in jewels across your face
I’ll tell you what
All my achievements are naught
They are only fakes
I am nothing without God’s grace
I spurt with illegitimate words and tunes
That you can never face!
As if by the heaven I inspired
I am drunken with your bile
Of pride risen above the mile
What is this sadness—
This anger, this madness?
Show me what to do
Show me what to say
I’ll dispose of all vagaries I dared to feel today
And replace it with pain
Replace it with pain
Discordance from another is my nightmare smothered
And this the majority crave
The need—the desire for acknowledgement
We will take it to the grave
I never wanted heartless fame
A poison in a cup
I never wanted anything
Only to fill you up
I poured the glass and there it came
Just sad, tired air
Nothing left to give you
Not even the sentiment of a stare
The truth is I am scared
The truth is I am scared
I guess, at times we are all. . .
Not there
7/13/13
Living is for me, the first act of courage that I indulge in
Why, better off would I have been,
There, in that world, which acts as my screen
My screen, helping me revolve around a mirage!
Pray, courage is for me, swallowing my pride
And my gulp
And pretending to love the ride
Pretending to have not noticed that life is a trap
Courage is for me, the smile I wear on my face
Pretending to be made of warmth
To be able to give the lost and the cold, an embrace
While hiding my emptiness behind a stoic endurance
Courage is for me, daring to open my mouth and blurt
That which is rooted in my throat
Yes, for I am an introvert
One having a tendency to introspect
As it is, is life not a harsh thing
See the wars, the crimes, the hatred
Why, courage is smiling and pretending that everything is fine
When the need to find a cure is pulsating in each of our hearts!
Courage is living knowing that death is around the corner
That life, however much secure we try to make it
Remains uncertain
That in the end, we are to feel the pain!
As it is, the meaning of existence is yet to be deciphered
I trust somehow, one day, the higher powers we angered
Now, we are to suffer the consequences of our actions
We are to live, plagued by miseries, yet, we are to smile courageously
Courage is the first act of living
Living and facing each day, taking it as a new one!
12 Dec 2016
Your warmth on a cold December day.
Always makes me shiver at your touch.
Dark clouds are ligher with you.
Cold sun made better with your beating heart.
As your eyes I longingly peer into.
The blackness of your pupils expands.
As I put my lips to yours and feel your hot breath exhale.
You murmur with excited antisipation.
My arms enfold your body holding you warm.
We part and inhale we are out of breath.
Laughing at the intimate kiss almost unto death.
So now we see the snow begins to fall,
Turning into tears on our wam skin.
As we walk along the floor gets slippery.
So we hold each other tighter and close.
We dont care as the wind begins to blow,
The snow is larger now. We better get home.
So we can cuddle up and enjoy the love.
An embrace to tease the heart
To make it flutter like a butterfly.
And all the while minds and spirits entwined.
Making our seperate lives sublimed.
Is it a dream or a reality with burden
do we know what we are with certain.
Two as one or one being two.
Will you always want me.
will I always be with you.
Only time will tell what is pure.
Alway I will be for the truth even if poor.
The stars revolve around me and you.
The moon so bright with a sun so dark.
And yet are naked love so stark
others will wish they were us.
We dont care for them we never make a fuss.
My commitment to you always will be
your blindness will forever see.
I am perfect for you, Thats all you need from me.
Till my last breath to my last thought.
Perfection is not seen in man but your perfection
Is beyond precious stones
Only the sun and the moon knows how far you climbed
To get Me down.
Life could have been incomplete in your absence.
You had no silver or jewels to offer
When I needed, but you made it clear that you would have given if it were there
Still you gave something even better.
Something that will never leave my heart
I never really knew I could die for someone
I never knew I could die for you
But am proud to say,
If you didn't mind risking your life to have me
I don't mind too.
My heart has been broken so many times,
But never by you.
You fix them, even when you run out of bandage.
I know in my heart that in hundred of years
I would still wish to have you as a guide.
A guide that covers in times of rain
A guide that sacrifices in time of need
A guide that comforts in time of hurts.
You could only be found on earth
Not even in Venus.
But where you reside is in my heart
Human cannot appreciate you
Only the heavenly atmosphere are aware
Of your tender care
They sing to your patient.
They clap to your hard work
And they revolve around your smile
I can only forget to remember,
The tensity of your hood
For in you my little secret is safe.
The remembrance of your deed
Uproots tears from my within
The elaboration of your effort in my head
Competes with my goals
On being the smaller you
Your happiness is my life fulfillment
Your personality should be drawn on the
Walls of the country
You have no governmental income
But my needs are always met.
You made me know that being broke is
A state of mind
And you prepare me for the future
You have proved yourself thousands of times
Your strength cannot be bounded even by the oceans
For you are strong,
And you have shown that In the labour room
You being a gem
Is far beyond pushing out
But Completing it by providing,
Caring, and encouraging me.
You're rare indeed
Today I am fulfilled
In being your daughter
I love you mother.
And I hope you know in your heart
That everything I do is all for you.
My mother, to me, is like a Arwa bint kurayz*/ She snatches me from the death's mouth thrice/ Nurturing me up for all the day long/ To protect me from another demon/ With due respect, I would like to mention/ This is the person who tried her best/To keep me sheltered/From the man made stress/ And natural waves & storm/Under the umbrella of warm's affection/ She is still with me/Her thoughts revolve around me/To bring a smile on my face/ Even she can give up her soul/ To boost up my morale/If she sees my shattered visage/She is always with me/ To deliver some advice/When I go wrong/ To keep me unearthen /From the all vice/And to make my soul strong/ Her holy hand is still upon my shoulder/So, I turned to a perfect man/Alhamdulillah to Almighty, please keep going on/ Mother, in this world, is the best person.
Out with the old, in with the new way of doing the same old thing.
Instead of snow, I clear the leaves. I don’t cleave to a resolution.
I don’t revolve around indecision. My natural giddyup takes off, as
the silence of empty-for-years-nest necessitated a sort and toss.
Happy New Year, a choice, when nothing precludes its success,
such as mourning in formal dress. Sneakers suffered from heel to toe,
as the alternative alteration of age - not hip, not on toes, unbendable.
Sixty-four years new, on the eve of ceremonial senior citizenry,
golden leaf revelry. Hold onto what is momentous: kith and kin,
giving in the form of an empathetic and devoted ear to your loved ones, acquaintances, strangers. Wishing you a Happy New Year. This one
begin with wraps and bows, even if the ball drops. Make it your best.
The Serpentine road winds endlessly,
Adrenaline rushes in my body, passion fills my mind
Even if the road ends, the best is still ahead.
Everything paused when I first saw your eyes,
My heart races when we meet gazes
I admire poetry with adulation — only with you.
Amber shades glisten in enchanting waves,
Your familiar gaze makes me fall for you
Butterflies flutter in my stomach exhilarated.
As I scribble your name on pieces of paper
When I meet other girls my mind returns to you
My nightmares revolve around the fear of losing you.
The stars glimmer in an ecstatic glow above us
I find you shining in the gleam of our twilight
Seasons may end and shift but I am still me-
When our lips unite, I feel as if the galaxy is exploding
You say you love me most, and I can't control my feelings.
The beating of your heart is so melodic
A tune that sends vibrations down my spine
Inside of you, is me, I am finally home.