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Said Shuaib Poem
Not everything defines clarity and purpose,
Things can at times equal no explanation.
The spirit is incandescent with different moods,
An actor acts,an artist paints while a poet declaims.
To float on through but only at my own behest,
The outcome of my journey time knows best.
No one was born bad no soul by choice unwise,
On the battlefield in the theater of life our honor we
compromise.
I ask you what shall i do?
A silence that prevails i know not too.
Love and peace which of both will be mine?
To savor an understanding of life perhaps in
the signature of time.
Copyright © Said Shuaib | Year Posted 2007
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Said Shuaib Poem
too many things happening all at the same time,
almost like a painting full of different shades and
so many different cololurs.
eventually everything will loose this touch,this glamour,
this magic.
units shall dissolve and secrets unfold,
situations can never hold still.
events grdualy loose their firmness.
life changes it always does,
its permanent consistencies last only for a while.
with all that is happening now and the uncertainties
that lie ahead,let me love you as much as i can and
in this way be complete.
for you and only you a promise i shall fight to keep.
let me be unaware of the detailed hatred and the
never ending struggle,
the night without its stillness and the day with lost
momentum.
let me be blind to all that i can see and be ignorant
to all that is hidden,
the silence in each coridor and the echo of each
valley if nothing at all let me be with you.
but if all of this madness must continue with the
normality of time then let their be a pause and even
if only for a second let us live within its hope and
for once let their be,one season of justice,one
moment of peace and one winter of love.
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Said Shuaib Poem
no where here can i find any trouble at all,
only the enchanting elegance of ancient peace.
golden leaves scattered on tinted grass,
white pigeons gliding through drops of rain.
here i must stay i must be free to enjoy the
loveliness of no pain,
and should one tear fall from my tired eyes
then it must be from the thought of living life
through without any mysery or grief.
heavenly water falling on my aching head,
embrace me and make me a part of your
purest self.
time begining,unending never seizing,
glad i am to be your tenant.
whispering wind echoing its eloquent verse,
a verse for always, a cradled lifetime full of
lasting joy
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Said Shuaib Poem
imagine autumn like you have never known it to be,
imagine spring time much warmer than me.
imagine summer full of butterflies and kisses,
imagine winter covered with joy and wishes.
imagine life all together without bitterness and pain,
imagine a walk in the park beneath the pouring rain.
imagine all of this and how happy we would be,
imagine for always our love then imagine me.
imagine laughter multiplied by cheers,
imagine a world where we did not have to shed tears.
imagine all of this even when i die,
for i imagine you endlessly and this is no lie.
Copyright © Said Shuaib | Year Posted 2007
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