Paradise Lost Poems

Milton was misguided’

A man who wrote with strokes so bold’ of the
Struggle of humanity.. Long may his excerpts
Be told’ he helped write the American constitution, all his

The Ugliness of Reincarnation

And if there’s nothing left to come back to ... 
shall we wander the aimless wasteland 
as ghosts 
along with the other extinctic creatures. 
A

A Night Sky Affair

A silvery dream upon the night sky
Shining betwixt the tiny shimmers
Queen of the dark alam is she,
Beauty resting upon her in sanctity
That mere words can’t

Inner World Of A Tormented Mind

Like a dust that has been blown away
If I only had the chance to really say
But I can only stand on the dock of a

the lost tribe

The Lost Tribe

Holocaust, this tragic word, millions of lives lost in its
name, and it has not ended. This time,
it is the
Palestinians who are victims of

The Dawn of Tomorrow

Awaiting she who cares to find 
this special world where hope resides; 
the paradise within my mind
where dreams were long ago defined, 
aroused by dawn's

Adam and Eve and the raising of Cain

Have you ever thought about the raising of Cain?
Where did that boy get a rage so completely insane 
that he ended up murdering his younger

Lost Paradise

Adam and Eve were kicked out of the garden, then they started eating meat
Away from plentiful fruits and vegetables, they started a fleshly retreat

Unwittingly sliding

The Abyss Within

I retreat into myself,
Cursing my name like an idiom.
I realise my curse;
It is but this phase I have dived into. 

I just detach myself from

Two Love Poems From al-Andalus

I
In my palace,
I have built a hundred fountains.

Though they play all day,
none can match
the sparkle of her eyes.

II
In my garden,
I have created paradise.

Alas, the chaffinch
sings

Little Town in the Desert

Ephemeral

To escape world’s relentless strain,
From life’s cycle, to epic refrain,
Wander with Homer’s visionary eye,
Where Sappho’s verses lie.

A young man, burdened by false mirth,
Packed his bags

Bread Crumbs

The young couple surveys the area.
Large aged oak trees gift shade.
Thick luscious grass carpets the ground.
Pastel wild flowers dance on the breeze.
The pale blue sky

Hymn: Diversity

Behold the varied colours in the sky
within the forms of clouds see golds and greys.
Each day they change before the gazing eye;
from dawn to dusk

The impostor

The perfect convict, without a name, without thoughts, destined to obey in a universe that weighs my mortal soul on the scale of immortality, I