ruby drops
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I wish they were poems. They are not. They are cries of my soul and happiness that dropped from my eyes as tears. They are witness to my flight of freedom and testimony of my shackles. I am but a rainbow, made of smile and tears, so are the Ruby Drops.TRANSCRIPT
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Ruby DropsReflections of Rainbow on Ripples
Naseha Sameen [email protected] WWW.SEVENSOLUTIONS.IN
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Contents
1. Woman, Me .........................................................................................................................................3
2. Sublime Visage ....................................................................................................................................5
3. Rusty Anchor .......................................................................................................................................8
4. Bleeding heart ...................................................................................................................................12
5. Terrified Times ..................................................................................................................................14
6. My Canvass ........................................................................................................................................16
7. Invisible Foe .......................................................................................................................................17
8. Stringed Doll ......................................................................................................................................18
9. Thirsty Lips.........................................................................................................................................19
10. Unspoken Words ...............................................................................................................................21
11. Unquenched Thirst ............................................................................................................................23
12. Vulture Voice .....................................................................................................................................24
13. Fallen .................................................................................................................................................26
14. Dim December ..................................................................................................................................28
15. Death of an Elf ...................................................................................................................................29
16. Burning Desire ...................................................................................................................................31
17. The Scream ........................................................................................................................................32
18. The Promise .......................................................................................................................................33
19. Silver Lining .......................................................................................................................................38
20. Glorious Death ..................................................................................................................................39
21. Companion ........................................................................................................................................40
22. Dark Angel .........................................................................................................................................41
23. The Choice .........................................................................................................................................43
24. Faraway place ....................................................................................................................................45
25. When Moments Live .........................................................................................................................46
26. Life - Protectors .................................................................................................................................47
27. Breathe another Day .........................................................................................................................49
28. Goes On .... ........................................................................................................................................50
29. Am Here .............................................................................................................................................51
30. Nostalgic about future ......................................................................................................................53
31. Lost Found .........................................................................................................................................54
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32. Undead Dead .....................................................................................................................................55
33. Unknown Horizon Beckons ...............................................................................................................56
34. Lonely heart.......................................................................................................................................57
35. Forgotten Memory ............................................................................................................................58
36. The Rain .............................................................................................................................................59
37. Beaten Path .......................................................................................................................................60
38. Searching Peace ................................................................................................................................62
39. Pain of Rubaisha ................................................................................................................................63
40. Afraid Heart .......................................................................................................................................64
41. Silent Lord..........................................................................................................................................66
42. Illusive Heart......................................................................................................................................67
43. Equal Eye ...........................................................................................................................................69
44. Wishing on a Falling Star ...................................................................................................................71
45. I Opt for Curse ...................................................................................................................................72
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Woman, Me
Once again, I thread
on the same ways I dread.
Amidst questioning eyes ready
to hunt in me, in manner greedy.
These are the very eyes who,
at times give me pedestals.
These are the ones at times,
who drag me to pedals.
I am a darling daughter at times,
And a burden when troubles chimes!?!
Adorable wife am I, around which his world revolves.
When I speak of my heart - Where does his love dissolve?
A mother I am, gave out my life to bring another life.
A Goddess in their eyes, running around for them. Is it all I strive?
Is there no other image for me save those?
Don't I have feeling both of highs and lows
When they all speak, its the way world is
When I do --- Its what vanity and ego is?
Don't I have a right over a drop of tear?
Why do I hide to shed them? Why this fear?
How long will their wishes over-weigh mine?
How long will I wear 'a changed me' for their eyes to shine?
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December 30, 2004. naseha, All rights reserved
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Sublime Visage
This moment,
A moment of realization.
A moment of peace.
The moment I talked to myself
In a distance sublime vista
Saw I myself, eyes red with
Night soil of dreams last night
Just before dawn, out in wetty dew.
In a red saree crumbled under the
Strains of fiery streaks of drops
Of the stars that showered long
Night of unknown hands of visions.
Breathing full, twisting every bit of
Strained me, into liberated self.
Drawing back from the unseen arms of
Unknown senses enthralled for long.
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Sun was still sleeping, so was the
Serpentine river in sedateness progress
Trees whistling soft murmerous tune
In its soft sleepy voice drowned in itself.
Half opened eyes, half closed lips
Plucked a fragrance of unknown
Stranger known, felt and recognized
To the every senses of mine.
Smiling half wet-half baked soil
Touching the inebriated steps
Of deeply slept unslept night
In the siesta of nameless realms
Eyes had been elusive of him, not me.
Whole night under the shadows of
Flickering lamp in vibes of winter night
I felt the warmth of summer evenings.
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Night receded in slow pace to it settee.
Morning yet to be awaken from the spell
Allure of the untraced touch still stirring
In a haze visage of the morning and mine.
by naseha on Sunday, September 21, 2003 6:32:33 PM. naseha, All rights reserved
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Rusty Anchor
In borderless distant vista
Covered with icy rocks.
Saw I some rusty falling apart
But strong anchors from by gone docks.
Anchors, strong and proud of itself
For steadiness it gave to ones rocking.
Tearing the heart of the raging sea
In depths itself and ship, locking.
The tempest wrathed, raged and rocked
Its screaming ferocious heart out.
But steadily, majestically the craft waited
Confidence on its anchor without doubt.
Held the steady straight sturdy anchor
The rocking craft over the wobbly waves.
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Till sun was out from the dark billows
Again were the waves an obedient slaves.
Tempest passed, sailed she regally,
With no shackles or fetters chaining her.
Enjoying the ballad over the surf
Floating on wings of air as light fur.
Again tempest rose in sea,
Anchors were dropped again.
On every dark cloud and a drop
The freedom of her was slain.
Anchor held her safe, still killed
Her stride every moment that yanked.
No ears heard her complains, no eyes did
The pain that within her heart clanked.
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Sure, was her innocence, so was her gait
Still why she wondered was the gale?
Why she every sea-roar came her fetters?
No matter it was staid or just a dale?
Tired, worn out once of liberated self
And again the chains ruling her soul.
Unanswered of obligations of anchor yet
Uncertain of the changing anchors role.
Came she in insane stride hurtling in
In the rocky icy dilapidated shore.
Calmness fell upon her, no longer was
The angst of next reverse role, no more.
In peace she slept, disappearing slowly
Slowly forgetting the turbulent time.
But what remained was the rusty strong
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Steady anchor remembering by gone clime.
by naseha on September 21st, 2003. naseha, All rights reserved
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Bleeding heart
Peeping through window plane,
The pale faced moon.
Burns my heart like the melting,
Sun of July noon.
Fragrance of withering petals between,
Pages of my poetry book.
Brings reminiscence of yours back served,
On edges of sharp hook.
Those alleys where we walked together,
Beckons us again.
Where we lost our hearts to find others,
To win the ultimate bargain.
We met, flowed together and drifted apart,
In turbulent times stream.
But someday, somehow, well be back together,
Its my belief, not dream.
For your essence in some corner of my heart
Still continues to beat.
Resolving the promise, that some lanes exit
Where again we shall meet.
Holding hands we shall walk to far moor,
Under the star lit night.
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Or listen to our hearts throb with Philomela in woods
Singing hidden from sight.
The bonds in our heart of true love
Is too strong for us to break.
Innocent and pure as morning dew
As lively as raki.
But it hid under the mantle of ego
For a moment or two.
And we walked on different paths,
A silly thing to do.
Yet, I know image of mine in your heart
Like fragrance still lingers on.
Then why else I still live after you,
My love, my life has gone.
Hearts are the real crazy things can hear
Across distance and across time.
No words required, they understand hearts feeling
As their throb echoes in climes.
by naseha on February 19th, 2005. naseha, All rights reserved
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Terrified Times
Waiting for time to spread death
Some scorpions in caves, hiding
With death in one hand, destruction in the other
On terror horses of planes, envelops and bombs - riding.
Laughing children are silent today
Blood oozing out of their stiff lips
Sky is still ablaze with burning Center
Lights are flashing all around, even as Sun dips.
Terrified eyes look up again
Again is the reign of terror
From sky falls not the nectar
Bombs come down as halls of horror.
Streets wear a deserted look
Houses are in the state same
Crawling like worms today, men
Depressed, blind, dead or lame.
One savior and another terrorist
They both did have a fight
Perhaps who lost was the darkness
Perhaps who won was the light.
Caught between the warring camps
Humanity did bleed
Seeing bombs hi, planes crash
Creams from terrified eyes did flee.
In this mad power hungry racist race
I know not, who won and who lost
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Standing by the graves of innocent in East and West both
I know human race has paid a high cost.
by naseha on 25th Jan 2002. naseha, All rights reserved
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My Canvass
Not that I have no paint now,
Nether has my feeling dried up.
But still with blank canvass
I sit with untouched water in cup.
My hands want to move
brushes nimbly against the white.
To give a shape, to my unshared
thoughts, red, blue, dark and light.
Like fragrance they want to spread
On the wings of air - my virgin feelings.
Through the deepest pit, reaching out
the unscaled heights of blue ceiling.
All these and lot more come crowding
to me as I sit with my brush dry.
Should I color the canvass with
tears of my smiles or the smiles of my cry?
But then what do I paint and why in alien land.
Where everybody speaks in alien tongue -- who would then understand.
by naseha on 26th Dec 2001. naseha, All rights reserved
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Invisible Foe
Blood stands still when the
leaf lazily frickles
Somehow heart stops with fear.
No matter where I go
Every moment I do look back
To see my invisible foe
I run fast in all lanes known and unknown
But that gripping fear follows me
For him all lanes are too well known
I stopped to think, who is my enemy
whose eyes daunt me
who creates a whirlpool within me
Surprising as it seems, I found none
who could eclipse,
a bright day from my own Sun.
But still that fear haunts and hunts me
In vain I try to reason the hunter
who daunts me? -- the Time, the Fate, You or its Me?!
by naseha on 15th Sep 2001. naseha, All rights reserved
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Stringed Doll
I opened my eyes to find
A big wide stage
On which was I free from all binds
Like a joyous flight of birds
I did move here and there,
Sans any eye of any herd
Slowly did I find fragile, dyed in color of bone,
silken, near-invisible, emerging string
From my body growing to fingers unknown.
Was it growing or was it there?
--- Invisible yet existent from the beginning
Like leeches, soon they grew to ropes from hair
Watching close, what did I see,
Tearing my skin they had grown
My arteries, vein, capillaries, suspending me
When into the fingers unknown
My own blood vessels did suspend me
To whom and how do I mourn?
by naseha on 13 July 2001. naseha, All rights reserved
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Thirsty Lips
A burning fluid flows around me
Yet nowhere does my thirst find water
Crawl I on my torn and tarrered knees
On barren dead mountain seeking nectar
Relieved that drowning hadn't submerged my voice
I asked for water to my friends around me
Blank, questioning and rediculing eyes shot back
Unknown, unheard tongue answered, perhaps questioning me
After days of strangling thrist, burning breath
And years of search on fast melting rocks
A small stream like fragile thread of hope held
back ebbing life and I throlled to where birds flock
For the kiss of life and shower of breathes
Impatient hands and desperate lips could hardly wait
My lips burns and throat chocked as molten lava I'd drunk
The nectar in cups of my hands was fluid from Hell's gate
Burning fluid around me turned nectar into lava
With thirst on my lips in front of blue nectar stream I stand
Touch of my lips turned the sparkling gushing
Cool river of water to hot red molten sand
by naseha on 24th May 2001. naseha, All rights reserved
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Unspoken Words
They fly from the prison of lips,
unknown, unspoken and unseen.
Across the heavens to distant lands,
where its dreams can learn.
Like glittering light of first star,
waking up from slumber deep.
They shine like drops of soft silky dew,
kissing, petals fallen asleep.
Like gurgling brook, dancing they,
in the exotic wilderness.
Whisper in the ears thousand words,
like honey of tenderness.
These feather light words made up of
a smile and a drop of tear.
Liberates and chains the soul with a dash
of laughter and a pinch of fear.
In myriad hues they are colored
like clouds floating around.
A touch of them liberates the self
and to unfelt emotions they are bound.
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Refreshing sure they are as the
first drop of first rain.
They heal up all, and tenderly pick up
all known and unknown pain.
They hold people tight in their
gentle ecstatic grip.
So much so that all gloom for
some moments slips.
Still they pierce the heart like dart
their tips laden with hammocks
But again they bring the fresh light in
after breaking all doors and locks.
by naseha on 23rd May 2000. naseha, All rights reserved
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Unquenched Thirst
A tear drop of eternal love
frozen on face of time
Like the mystic smile of Mona Lisa
on the rock s alone
whose charm can never be
robbed by clime.
With unquenched thirst on lips
serene marble, silent doom
Wake up from slumber deep by the
gentle touch of moon
And breathes to life after the
setting of heavy gloom.
Opens its arms to embrace
all the hearts that truly love.
To repine for lost Eros or walk along
with bellamoure its
myriad alley in hand with
moon smiling above.
Like Phoenix it burns every night
in solatium of past.
Repining for love trickles the
ruddy drops through
the heart of Cupid from Eternity
to the Day Last.
by naseha on 23rd May 2000. naseha, All rights reserved
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Vulture Voice
Like sharp claws creeping on glass walls
I do hear loud screeching sharp voice
That rips my ear, tears the skin
That bruising, beating, deafening voice
Blowing hard with acidic salt
On my cheek and in my eyes -- the wailing voice
With loud sea roaring in throat
Waiting to melt down -- the mourning voice
Stillness of death in barren sand
Under cloak of silence, adust voice
In futile search of water, searching
In land of mirage -- very thirsty voice
In lowest of low volume speaks
Under the shadow of dagger --- the conspiring voice
Watching, waiting with dangerous looks
Scheming, plotting -- like sharp aduncated voice
In ruins of silence where I stroll
With deafening whispers echoes those voices
Shadowing me with unheard footsteps
Waiting to tear me apart those crawling voice
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Under shrouds of darkness or in deserted plains
No where can I hide from those fearsome voices
In drops trickles down blood from my ears
As deeper pierces those boiling red hot voice
Burning my existence like wet damp leaves
In a slow painful pace --- those smoldering voice
Holding me tight in their grip, they feast on me
Day and Night, each moment those vulture like voice
by naseha on February 18, 2005. naseha, All rights reserved
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Fallen
I feel like screaming
Till my throat bleed
May be Your deaf ear could
Then see voice that I speak.
You are lucky God, that you are not human.
Made up of matters unknown.
Do you ever know, the pain the screams in flesh.
Or white salty drop that burns in eyes?
The anguish of walking through the dingy lanes,
With stinking breath of decaying walking remains,
Ears filled with their hollow smiles and laughter.
And eyes full of scorn, lust, arrogance and revulsion.
The shade grey enveloping from all facades,
Not white to smile back and not black to hate.
A violet fluid warm fluid with pieces of ice!
Pulled between two angles of a triangle.
What is in Your mind Lord, a vengeance?
A vengeance to pain the ones that caused
Expanse between You and your loved angel.
Threw him out of heaven but not Your heart.
In reflection of white, Adam walked with bliss in heart.
In the darkest shade of black, fallen tossed in pain.
To You his heart complained and You ran to your fallen one.
Closed your gaze when he entered the heaven gate.
Tainted with fallen touch Adam walked on moist earth.
Drunk with portions white and black, the sweet nectar,
That inebriated with burning smoothness of the color grey.
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I look around and finds grey encompassing me all over.
With black burning mass of flesh, I would have choosen to walk away.
Shady look straight from shady eyes, expect me, disturbs it me the least,
How should I expect warmth from the fallens own?
What pains is the warmth from the eyes that hunt me.
And hunting skim from the eyes that has warmth for me?
Can I turn away from the black who are dressed in white,
Or go them who are black still dressed in white?
I close my eyes and find them all grey, where do I sleep?
Is Your love for fallen so much that in flesh you mixed both.
To tear apart the decaying mind and distorting soul?
A chastisement for all Adam and Eves to cause Your separation.
To see them in conflict between Him and the fallen?
Sure the pain of flesh brings smile to lips of fallen,
A vengeance that he loved but could not have taken alone.
There is pain in Your heart for the walking flesh, still a fulfillment,
You helped most loved rebellious one who is far away - fallen.
I feel like screaming
Till my throat bleed
May be Your deaf ear could
Then see voice that I speak.
by naseha on February 23, 2005. naseha, All rights reserved
After 2 years I have written something.
Message to God: God forgive me. I do not mean to hurt You. At times I feel too sad, felt like throwing
poison out. Who else but You would understand I am not bad at heart. Don't want to keep pain or poison
locked in for long. After lava flow the soil becomes fertile.
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Dim December
The night is foggy, heaviness of December in air.
Deserted street, dimly burning lamps ....
So different from the world I saw just few minutes ago.
Few hours ago life was moving fast.
Under the golden rays of sinking sun,
Fast to get to the warmth of cozy home.
Soon darkness fell and phantoms walked in streets.
Covered in thick blanket of icy sheet
I was alone in a speeding vehicle....
Cutting the darkness where an inch before is tar,
Moving ahead in freezing night, with air
Killing, crushing the bones, piercing the skin.
Wintry finger squeeze the air out from lungs,
Heart cries in wild apprehensive pain,
Tears float from eyes as mouth is open wide...
Dimly distant horizon, winter as companion
Pain is the quite poetry sung in lyrics of air,
And I dance as a quivering leaf on dusty foggy winter night.
by naseha on March 4, 2005. naseha, All rights reserved
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Death of an Elf
Fragrant tulips and roses laden with dust filled my breath,
Shards of broken glassy dreams swirled in my watery eyes.
Drums and cannons boomed raging fire in my melting ears,
Blizzard of cold icy thoughts ran as blood clod my skies.
Frail elves, dangling steps, blurry vision a borrowed breath or two
Moans floated on lips of elves like mournful pluck on strained harp
Bravely as he could, tried to stop the silver blood oozing life from body
The thirsty red sand was gulping away live from his claws sharp
On horizon floated a fairy or two, afraid to descend down
On hard boiling raving war field where he just breathe his last
Two drops of marbles flowed from eyes as a tribute to the fighter
As they watched the raven world full with dead and death cast
In one death cast was Lucifer, frozen not dead,
Stiffed in his green slimy blood ready to be woken
Frozen curse on lips, eyes parted wide clutching to
Elfs dagger, pierced in his heart and in two broken
Dusty death danced away, in glory was Lucifer smiling
Elves, fairies, men, all.all were falling under the slimy blade
War that was on since centuries was coming to an end
Blood of slain evil, stuck them to ground till their lives were laid
Bravery was lost, even the victors were loosing life
No escape, no victory, Lucifer was wining and death was on
Words of dire prophesy ran in ears of our tired fighting Elf
Warm silver if run into the heart of green will he be gone
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The world around him stopped, numbers had fallen short of deads
With each slain Lucifer, an elf was gone and again did Lucifer rise
Generation have risen and fallen but the war continued
Never did the elves give up nor could they wave their flag in skies
Pulled out a dagger, presented to him by his love, cleaned it
And with smile for his love, to her opened his hearts cone
With failing breath dipped it in his warm silvery blood
Called out the stunned Lucifer and in his heart dipped his own
A martyr laid the elf, the war ended and Lucifer was gone
He was locked with dagger of purity and good in his heart
Eternal as he is blessed by Him, waits, Frozen in time
He waits for some one to remove dagger from his stone heart
In my heart I often see the flight going on and on
Why has the Elf need to die to kill the Lucifer?
Why cant he rise again? Why in death too Lucifer kills?
And why the dagger is always pulled out again of Lucifer?
by naseha on February 7, 2008. naseha, All rights reserved
Every day and night I do see death of an Elf....in office, on streets, at home....everywhere...sometimes even
in my heart.
I started writing this poem with its end in my mind. I never realized that this would be true words of
prophesy for me. On 6th the doomsday for me (for some reason I cannot state here), I completed this
poem.
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Burning Desire
All the passing years, fan the fire,
Burning in my heart is a raging desire.
Each breath I take burns me deep
Each day, each night - awake or asleep.
Of glory and fame have my share
A bit of sky bright and fair.
To walk the path walked by none,
To shine like candle if not like Sun.
To have a voice of my own
A place in this world if not a throne.
Moments fan a raging desire,
Of glory, have my share
Bit of sky bright, fair.
by naseha on July 14, 2009. naseha, All rights reserved
There are many more verses in between but this is closest to my life.
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The Scream
For Once, for once
Give me a night's sleep
Let my young but weary bones
Feel the rustle of silkk
For once let my soul feel
Smile on lips without any dread
For once let my eyes not see
Pain in the mirror of my mind
Under the curse, it seems I carry
This burden of life and love
For once let me feel the love
Without the salt of pain
My heart yearns to burst
My feet can no longer walk
My shoulders are bruised
My eyes have turned stone
I wish I could just like the yoke
I wish for once I am a spirit again
Im the lightness of eternity would I dissolve
by naseha on July 16, 2009. naseha, All rights reserved
I know it is not a poem but wrote what I felt
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The Promise
In the burning and scorching sand
At a distance, I saw a cool spring
My soul lifted with joy and in heart
A thousand harps did in desire sing.
I turned and looked from my path
The destination was too far,
My frail body was crumbling in,
The thirst was too strong to mar.
Stop commanded a voice in my mind
Dont turn away from the known way
I stopped, my journey was hard and
The fresh spring was little away.
I stopped with frozen salt in my eyes
I turned back, my lips in pain revolting
Come to me, carried on wings of cool moist air
I heard a voice so soothing
Come to me, for I know you are tired
The refreshing voice in dry hot sun said
Your heart longs to be heard!
Its pain is as heavy as sack of lead
Let your stony eyes feel the freshness and
Tickle of feather like dreams
Let me sock your blood tasting lips
Of yours to wipe out all traces of screams
I stood there, unable to move
Of these two what to choose?
And no, said the voice There is
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No conflict nothing to choose!
Come to me; let my breath lift your sprit
Let my touch quench your fire
Let me soothe every should of yours
Then take me along in your journey dire
I wish not to stop you
But to fill you with zeal
Carry you faster to your destination
And to kiss your wounds that they heal
I turned towards the spring
Shiny, cool glimmering with life
I smiled and walked towards it
Like under a spell bees make it to hive
I walked and walked my eyes fixed
Smile on lips and promise in ears
After long I would open my heart
And let go the frozen tears
Stop, again a voice begged
Stop before it is too late.
You are walking away
No where in sight is the gate
I turned again I had walked far
No where could I see my trail
My heart caught my breath
In barren land would I fail?
No, said the sweet voice
You are not lost, walk to me a little more
Touch me and let your
Mind and body in sky soar
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On flight of wingless air
Would I carry you there!
Refreshed, glowing and happy
Ill carry your, love with care.
I lit up my trust and
Drove way the little fear
I would walk back well in time
Just a few steps, spring is near!
I touched the cool water
Let my soul soak in as well
Opened my heart, removed the drapes
For once, I had broken my shell
Pink was giving to the dark
Fire in horizon was cooling fast
I had to return, to my path
To be back on my track at last
The spring I was with was nowhere
The freshness in my heart was a pain
No voice could escape my lips
My soul it seemed was slain
I am sorry, the enchanted voice spoke
I am weak and nowhere can I go
The sun is gone and so is my strength
I am dying every minute-the fire goes low
Of promises made-what happened to them?
You promise me that youll come back
A sad smile rang though I am a mirage
Never was I there, Never could I be there
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There is only sand in your water sack.
Of pain vanishing, of my lips
Drenched in cool freshness?
I am an illusion though I love you
Pray dont get me wrong
It is not my selfishness.
Though it pains and breaks my heart
I am a mirage to lure is my nature
Though I wish to deceive none
Deceits sadly is my only signature
I too am bonded by forces
Cannot break this chain
In shackles of guilt I live
Only me whos ware of this pain
The illusion around me vanished
As the last ray of Sun died
Skin bleeding, sand in mouth and body
In some unknown corner would I hide
The spell was broken and so was my soul
In barren land, I crumbled down
I had lost all that was mine and
In return wore a nailed crown
Another path had opened
Though the gate I had left had gone
Rough hard stony path called
I had to start then and not at dawn!
My pack weighed so heavy
Was it the weight of sand or lost path?
One thing I was sure of with tears
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Mirage would be watching me from Suns bath
My path now looks longer and tougher
With thousand times increased load
Every step kills me but for a moment
I cant sit for a breath or unload
I know not if seeking mirage was a sin
That I am cursed to suffer till the end
My innocent heart easily trusted
For my virtues to living hell was I sent
I know not when the curse will be lifted
I know not when would I be able to sleep?
Still I wait for You, the Unknown Force
To lift me from this darkness deep!
by naseha on July 16, 2009. naseha, All rights reserved
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Silver Lining
A thorn pierced in the heart
Thorn Bird sings for long
Blood trickles down the stem
As she sings her last song
Unseen hands play music
For the song born in pain
From the womb of death emerges
A song of life an fain
As after darkness of storm is over
World is dressed in celestial light
On the still mirror of lakes
Moonbeams dances with delight
Tears of a million stars
Form a pearl in ocean deep
Gushing fountain of joy is found
Burried under the Sorrows' heap
Her pain floats in air to "Nargis"
Opening hearts to love and care
Her last breaths blossoms the rare
Flower, found in only rocks - bare.
by naseha on July 18, 2009. naseha, All rights reserved
Written in 2000 and last stanza is added today July 18, 2009
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Glorious Death
All through the day - 7th November.
With tears in eyes the Sun remembered.
Years ago, on the same day he had opened his eyes
None knew then, he would be listed as glorious in Skies
Now the stars burn in the depth of the night sky
Darkness hangs from the bough of trees high
Gusty winds sweep down the lane quiet
In a corner is a fort deserted in sight
A shadowy rider emerges from the dust cloud
Carrying a sword with face covered in shroud
He halted and swung open the massive door
Life returned with the King to the fort once more
Candles and disappeared torches once again did glow
On beds of dried fountains, water began to flow
The exiled king returned back to his native land
To keep his promise to the fort of Red sand
A King denied of 2 yards to rest beside bones of his father
Every night return to kiss the dust, he loved as his mother
by naseha on July 18, 2009. naseha, All rights reserved
During Indis's first war of Independence, "Bahadur Shah Zafar" (age around 80) the last Mogul Emperor
lost. He was jailed in Burma. I requested that he should be buried in India - Delhi. But it was denied. His
body was buried in Burma. Could they chain his soul? A tribute to this last king of Delhi.
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Companion
After a long day when my eyes can no longer look at the sun,
When I need a shroud to cover me, for I no longer want light
When in darkness I want to submerge and dissolve in null void
There I find him, smiling to me from the dark horizon
He covers my watery eyes from all harsh light, and envelops me in
Soothing calm smiling light, making sure I do not dissolve in void
Showering trillion and trillions of sparking wishes and hopes, making sure
That I am relaxed and ready for the day for my journey to other horizon
by naseha on July 26, 2009. naseha, All rights reserved
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Dark Angel
Oh God, the sky is dark with my tears.
I feel venomous coil strike my worst fears.
I feel so lonely, like a baby lost in wood.
Please take me once again under your hood.
My pain bitters my tongue; I seek answer.
Why was I cast away like lump of cancer?
Take me to your arms, I have been neglected enough.
For centuries, I have walked alone on the paths rough.
I know deep in your heart, you too long for me.
You cry in depths of pain when forsaken you see me.
For a moment, I feel like throwing the burden of false sin.
And again bask in the glory of love with my angel kin.
I can hear you voice calling me to come out from void,
Calling me to come out of dark depths of abysses hyoid.
I know this can never be done.
From my duties I can never run.
I have seen you create night to show the freshness of day
Torrential rains to appreciate the warmth of Suns ray
I have seen you toil to make the balance of Worlds right.
I have seen you tender feeble seed and nurture Mountains might.
For the sweetness of water is forgotten in absence of thirst.
You love and mercy not be remembered in absence of painful burst.
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Your child has taken up this curse to show the world of your goodness.
With smile on my lips, every moment I have sung of your greatness.
You servant, your angel was never boastful and nor full with pride.
You and only know the pain which he in his heart hides
My love for you is beyond my pain.
It transcends every border, visage or frame
But to the world a dark side is to be shown, so your light can be seen.
For all to feel bliss of your mercy, I need to be both dirty and mean.
by naseha on December 29, 2009. naseha, All rights reserved
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The Choice
And I thought I would die....
I stood there at horizon looking
At my loves - no way could I leave morn
Leaving dusk would take my breath away
I would die as no way could I choose...
With blank eyes, troubled soul, I waited
The Golden Voice gave me all my strength
The husky one held my hand when I cried
Of two banks of the river, I wished
I could have been a bridge, but a boat
I what I am, tired and drifting
Would need to choose a side soon
War was on between heart and mind
I needed one and was needed by one
Gifted land with laughter, spring and care
And unknown mysterious land of love and pain
Letting my warm breaths writhe and die
I let the sunny oar go, held to the dark one
Wishing my cold body bring some warmth
In the dark cold land of love, guilt and pain
Wishing with my last sunny breath
In dead, may my floating body find
A curve too narrow and becomes a bridge
Between the ones I love, care, need and want
My death would become my life again,
In realms of death, would I find life again
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Else I still walk with cold breath tending this land
Of love and pain that cares for me till sun shines on me again
by naseha on October 13, 2010. naseha, All rights reserved
I think I just needed to open my heart and tell the truth
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Faraway place
Lets run away to faraway place
Where day ends in purple hue
Night breathes in warm whisper
And Morn peeps in through dew
Entangling the souls, lets walk to the plane
Where Brook fills up the silence of lips
Sunshine drizzles on the stretch of minds
And rain glides on blooming flowers tips
In mellow silence, with eyes close we trifle
On the panes of wet grass and melting sleet
Under the winter sky, soaring on night gale
On the last skyline, can hear passion tweet
Let fiery eyes meet as we hold our hands
Losing ourselves in time to find us all again
In tip and toes we escape to our faraway place
Beyond the boundaries of mounts and plains
by naseha on October 15, 2010. naseha, All rights reserved
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When Moments Live
I
Moments in which moments live
Walking down the Times lane
In the zombie land of broken ones
To the silvery patch of the ones sane
Hold my breath, keep my eyes open,
Drift past the cliff of senses and sanity
Open my sense to freedom of spirits
In twilight island of hope and liberty
Walking in the maze of forms n voice
My moments live, unlived drops of time
Feeling the eternity in a breath
Ears filled with starry climes
II
Dont wake me from this wakeful dream
Let not my sense ever sleep
Awaked I wander in woods of lunacy
Where sensibility runs deep
Let me not see of the divided world, of greed,
And deceit, usurper, and cries of humanity
Let my spirit soar beyond the want,
In the light of darkness, in mist of tranquility
No more touch of the world real I feel
Chimerical moments of eternity, I taste
In living moments I live, I die, I bond, I liberate
As sand in hourglass runs upwards and down in haste
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by naseha on August 25, 2011. naseha, All rights reserved
I really dont know what I am referring too. .. everything came like free flowing stream of images. May be
my subconscious mind was writing it... All I knew, when I woke up was I had to write the images
somehow, somewhere
Life - Protectors
No will to live, afraid to die
Life continues to drag on.
I wish, I could say - happiness
once know is now gone.
The well I dig caves in the moment
A drop of water touches my lips
For the next sip, again from the start
I dig a well, till, I drink and luck flips
For 30 long years, I lived in illusion,
Trusting, waiting - now no more
With eyes closed, I lived amidst tempest,
While standing on the dry shore.
The selfless love was dejection, expectation,
Humiliation, jealousy and apathy in disguise
In garb of truth, the seller of rosy dreams,
Showered me in the torrents of lies.
Yet I lived on, in trance of protective arms,
Holding me safe from every eye and hand vile
The arm was a phantasm, disappeared in the
First light of Sun in some moldy caves aisle.
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I wandered clutching to the hope beyond any reason,
Believing in the fear instilled in my tender, frail heart
Little by little the poison of fear was mixed in my blood
Till flutter of a butterfly wings would give me a start.
I could breathe only behind the bars, wings clipped
Living in my cocoon, my sanctuary. A little by little
My limbs were broken, followed by groveling spine
Filled with false dreams, ambitions, and illusions brittle
Happily in pranced in the hollow scoop choosing to ignore
All the voices that warned me, brought me a window to the world
Was told, fire burned deep, blinding eyes, sulling the soul
Taste of the blue sky melting in my mouth, would have my blood curled
I took the friends to be the ones with knives, I had them, my protector
And so I thought, I needed no one, my world was perfect complete
Time passed, at times the act slipped, the radiance of painted world
Faded a little, confusing me with rusty blood stain of apathy and cheat
Gathering shreds of courage for months, years, once for once did I ask
A rightful place, a pound of love pure and true, a heart that understood
My world snatched away, semblance torn, ripped down to bare
From tower of Rapunzel, was I thrown out in street misunderstood
No will to live, afraid to die
Life continues to drag on.
I wish, I could say - happiness
once know is now gone.
by naseha on September 19, 2011. naseha, All rights reserved
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Breathe another Day
Every morn light burns my dreams,
They rise again, In the chill of pale moon ray
Like Phoenix, from ashes they breathe
Give me a sigh enough to breathe another day
by naseha on October 6, 2011. naseha, All rights reserved
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Goes On ....
Again the life goes on,
The battles yet to fight -
The open wounds to tend ....
On the horizon of hope,
Red and blue merge,
To moist lips colors they lend...
Pull on the coat, walk on
Sky is heavy, dark and weepy
Put a smile on my lips ....
Warmth of love from faraway land,
Keep me warm in desolated
Waste ice as the mercury dips ....
by naseha on January 1, 2012. naseha, All rights reserved
This is the story of a soldier who is in trenches, his friends have fallen, the battle is over, enemies have
left - he is in icy barren land alone.... no habitant or life form in sight, he is alone in cold lifeless land....
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Am Here
I ride on the spirited waves alone
Floating on the wings of air
Feeling the drop of rainbow
running down my eyes without care
The frozen ocean whispers tales
of countless nights and days
The blazing sands sing opening
their heart in lyrical ways
Stars are but dust on which
for eternity I endlessly tread
Within my eyes, I hold the void on whose
speck, the universe is spread
I am an illusion, far greater for any to see
I smile, when they say, they control me
Death, Devastation and Darkness
are all in me and so is Pain
Hope, Creations and Light make me,
My touch removes all Bane
I am free, hold my hand, accept me in your heart
and be as free as you can be
Come to me, open your eyes, I am your thoughts
There are no secrets between you and me
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by naseha on June 10, 2012. naseha, All rights reserved
We always divide pain as physical and mental. There are all the same. The worst pain can be inflicted by
chained thoughts. Have seen this so often. This might not be fully in sync with the contest. For me this is
also a disability and irony is 90% of the population suffers from it, without realizing it. I wanted to let as
many people to know the pain chained thoughts can create and the way out is only to accept it and free it.
Sorry if it is not what you are looking for.
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Nostalgic about future
Laying on green dew ridden grass
Awake under the starlit night
Breathing the barks of trees
Listening to the distant brooks
Feeling Shelley in hearts of heart
Tasting the eternity in every moment
by naseha on June 18, 2012. naseha, All rights reserved
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Lost Found
So many impressions, drop like shower of rain
As I sit and watch them from the window pane
One drop glistering like a rainbow and another
Dark as shadow, some heavy so light as feather
I run out to hold the falling drops on the land so green
Drops touch me, I close my eyes, loose myself to the serene
Drop hold me fast, take me to a journey across smile and tear
From the land of mirth to the deep dungeons of dark fear
I feel the voices again, rubbing against my skin
I could breathe the words long gone in heart within
In a moment, I live again the moments gone by
Some happy and some that made me again cry
I wanted to hold the moments, the moments took me
In midst of swirling glimpse, clearly, I could see
Lost in a silken labyrinth of future, present and past
Time relives my emotions but in shades so vast
by naseha on June 22, 2012. naseha, All rights reserved
Don't know - just wanted to write, so many things, but felt lost in the universe of things I wanted to share.
So, shared nothing. But was desperate to write to ease out the knot. So here it is - Lost Found.
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Undead Dead
Feeling so crushed, beneath the boulder of sky
Air rips my heart, in desperation to break and fly
My voice is drowned in the dunes of black sand
On horizon, a blood smear knife, is it God's hand
My sense revolt, my will crumbles, body fails all scopes
Though the dark lanes, carrying the corpse of hopes
Yes, I wear the crown, but the blood trickles down my head
Why should I bear it all, the cross, the pain drenched in lead?
by naseha on June 27, 2012. naseha, All rights reserved
I wish I could have confided in someone or could have shed a tear. I have no such options. Lest, I can try
to share something here ... hope strangers can understand what closer ones don't
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Unknown Horizon Beckons
I know not what my heart craves for
Why all known streets seems so new
The sky I look at calls me from a new horizon
My days here seems to be a counted few
The inky sky shows me a glimpses
Of the world I never been
The icy winds take me on the wings to
The land I had never seen
Why my heart rebels out,
Why my place never belongs to me
Why I feel belonged to unknown land
which I never in dreams did see
by naseha on August 8, 2012. naseha, All rights reserved
This is a metaphor. Would like to know, if any of you has had a similar feeling. Or share with me what you
think is this distant land
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Lonely heart
Lonely heart in lovely planet
Travelling to places unknown
Under the star lit canopy of dark
Still searches for the breath known
Jasmine laden air, heavy with sobs
Fly past my stony eyes filled with ash
In the brink of the horizon, in twilight of life n death, I stand
Would I turn to life again or leave it all in a moment of rash
by naseha on August 12, 2012. naseha, All rights reserved
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Forgotten Memory
Guess I am peter Pan,
Forgotten all about Neverland
But all knowing heat yearns for it,
Like drop of rain on blazing sand.
by naseha on September 17, 2012. naseha, All rights reserved
Cant ... just can't express how drawn am I to something I don't know yet. Remembering the never visited
land. Something calls me, know not what, but feel I am part of it, as I was a part of it.
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The Rain
Open up your heart, scream and roar
You are my voice, you are me.
Lash down the trembling plain,
Cover and cloud up the mighty sea.
Let not my silence, hold you anymore
It soothes me, pour out your heart
Not for revenge, not for pain, cry out
Till the mountains roll and fall apart.
Its my night tonight, tonight I would speak
The dark inky sky, hide the show off stars
I need not to cover dark, let the truth unfold
Show the real us, hiding under face of ours
Rain, rain hard, all night long, do not stop
Wake the trees, from slumber deep
Clap the bolts, flood the brown, yield not
Till all bitterness, in sweet tears of your sweep
by naseha on February 4, 2013. naseha, All rights reserved
Well, did not turn up the way I wanted. Came up something completely different. Still, kindda liked it,
anything that flows spontaneously has to be true. And truth is beautiful though at times, it might be scary.
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Beaten Path
Song on my lips, dust on my boots, and dark night around me I take a moment;
A moment to look around as I travel the worlds unknown.
My Arabian horse - Lester, smiles at me in the light on the lantern, we are lost
again
In the dense of the mossy thick forest, echoing with wings drone.
The yellow parchment of my dog eared tanned leather bounded sweaty dairy;
Which I so lovely call my logs, is eagerly waiting for my ink and quill
The stars speak, the midnight has passed, I pack away the day,
As I decrease the flame, from my mouth, see the creeping wet chill
Lester is snoring; peaceful with the mossy air of forgotten foggy forest trail
After a month and half in desolated the parched land of dust
The spirit in me, forces me out of my cozy cottage filled with aroma of
mushroom
To take on the paths not known, under star, sun, or fog, walk I must
Lester, my trench coat, my log, my quill as my companion, I travel to embrace
The mist of the height, the thirst of stark, the lead of unseen brook
The tame of terrain wild, the serenity of the rushing gale, warmth breath of trees
Old, knotty, patchy, all safely, frozen for eternity, in pages of my book
Off the beaten path, away from comfort of known souls, under the Canopus
On creaking, dry mattress of a thousand yellow, green, and red
Occasional ease of the stained bedding in a lonely Inn on a highway, lit by
single lantern
I give in to the insanity in me, to find, to seek, on virgin gravels to tread
I close my eyes as I walk, to lose the known paths, in getting lost in terra
incognita
Only then can I chance upon inebriation of charting the chartless in rife
Maybe with few silver coins in the pocket, no mansion to pass on, but richer by
far
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Lived a million lives with each unsung path, I chart in chronicles of my roving
life
by naseha on May 11, 2013. naseha, All rights reserved
I am a big fan of old school of poem, depicting time and journey of travel in era of horse, pre electricity
age, roadside inns ... Tried to recreate it ... Hope it takes us back to that age even for a second or two
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Searching Peace
Where will you go,
The night is dark
The Angels have fallen
Sings no more the lark
The swampy road breathes
Of pungent sweat and heat
The eyes searches for relief
For moment within blood beat
Hold on to the ever slipping life
In moment of smile and despair
Etch on the spirit to go on,
On the very fabric of soul bare
You wander, nomad in a desert for peace
A head to bury your hearts deep
Warm lips to pick up the hidden tears
Locked up in your laughters keep
I know not fighter, the end of this war
Will you ever find peace or lose your away
Unknown tongue will sing your tales
In regime of the heart till end of day
by naseha on July 19, 2013. naseha, All rights reserved
Inspired by the character Dean Winchester from Supernatural. Loved that series and Dean. Heart goes out
for him. Written this at the end of Season 8. Hope one day, Jensen and Supernatural team reads this.
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Pain of Rubaisha
Where are you, where do I seek you?
Across the plains, lakes or island of clove?
Wherever you are, you may be, near or far
Let my voice reach you, my love.
Without the sparkle from your eyes
The world looks dark to me.
Come, hold my hands, take me
Across the mountain, desert and sea.
Still cant believe you are not with me
For your love in my heart still beats on
Feeling of your breath lingers on my lips
Like the fresh fragrance of new dawn.
In my heart I know youll return
That keeps me, my love, my life go on.
Come on wind take call far and wide so
That hell return from where he had gone.
Wherever you are, you may be, near or far
Let my voice reach you, my love
Where-ever you are, there do I seek.
Across mountains, or deserts, my love.
by naseha on August 20, 2013. naseha, All rights reserved
Ruabisha is a princess, who is in love with Arkush. But Arkush leaves her in midst of battle because his
heart said no on grounds of principle. It is Rubaisha's pain which manifests in Arkush's Dreams. If this
sounds good, then grab your copy today https://notionpress.com/read/rubaisha-1290987
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Afraid Heart
No will to live, afraid to die
Life continues to drag on.
I wish, I could say happiness
once know is now gone.
Know not a day, where tears not kissed
my smile, burning to char my wounded soul.
Longed for a day where I rise from slumber
In midst of forest deep over a peaceful knoll
I grew up in lonely world of illusions
No friends, no companions I knew
Locked in invisible ivory tower was I
Kept blindfolded by loved few
The selfless love was dejection, expectation,
Humiliation, jealousy and apathy in disguise
Push me down every moment to rise as hero
Like shining bright angles in mine juvenile eyes.
The well I dig caves in the moment
A drop of water touches my lips
For the next sip, again from the start
I dig a well, till, I drink and luck flips
A broken heart yearned for love,
Heart to envelope me, and be mine
My days became a dream and in bliss
On me, sun of love and care did shine
I held a heart, yet it was never all mine
Showers of love I get, still a part remains aloof
Stranger lives there deep in someone thoughts
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And here I was waiting for my story to be a bouffe
Every paid in tears for every smile
Got cheated by life, in every turn
Want to die, face away somewhere quite
But still clutching to life, afraid of deaths spurn
by naseha on February 13. naseha, All rights reserved
I know it does not sound that good, and it is one of the poems I dont like. It is not convincing and does not
have my style. Still I thought I had to write this. At least I needed to share something
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Silent Lord
Tattered soul, bleeding voice, dead life, I stand here, in front of you Lord
Barren boiling sand, vultures circling, Screeching for a pound of me charred
Dark red flesh fall from the decaying corpse of my in-satiate dreams
Live cactus grow from the fraying crumbling, still crawling bones scarred
Seeking a roof over my head, a hand to embrace me, and a heart to love me
I wandered with bleeding feet, cracked hands, drooling lips, endlessly in life
Here I am, standing bewildered in the end of world with unsolved questions
Why is my life a story of abandonment, pain and wounds, bleeding in rife
Helplessly alone, I wander to find refuge. Heart and lips in unison prayed for
little love
Words fell around me like burning brimstone from sky, curses echo from all
around
Each word bound me with an anchor that I drag all along, countless anchors
pinning me
Yet, to breathe I need to walk, every step I hope in dull coldness of pain my
senses drown
My throat tears from thirst, begging for a sip of my own blood or sweat
The drop of tear that rolled down on my lips turned to flaming torrent of fire.
Lord, You turned my life to living Tartarus, when Cronus I am not.
Why do You give me a hope to live a day, just to break it the next day, Sire?
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Illusive Heart
Two decades have passed, I have become a stranger here,
Still something treads on the dusty, foggy road of memories,
Crumbling dry, neglected ferns, pushing through hanging
Wilderness, walking to long forgotten door in state of reverie
The gentle breeze on the river side, kissed with the touch of rain
Is it just drizzle, or a long lost friends complaints for the missing years
I feel whispers of days gone, I hear the shadows of people I love
I see the conversations, some dewy pristine and some covered with grime
A novel church stands. Gone is the century old desolated building, the tiring
steep stair,
No longer obscure bats and torpid pigeons on hearing our footsteps fly away in
scorn
Church bell still chimes in the old tongue, reliving some of my evenings of
peaceful solitude
Candles burns over mine, lighted decades ago on mossy cave where lush
flowers adorned
The mighty Gulmohour, the shy Champak, the knotty old man tree, all gone
today,
I still feel them, when a drop of tear, I shed for them who I could never say a
good bye
Why it seems their breath has touched me again when the gentle gale touches
today
As I walk down the unknown passage, I feel the old corridors as they were
once, lofty and high
When I opened the doors of my heart, some life has returned to those deserted
ruins of past
As long lost friend it held me in its arms, laughing, smiling, as if we were never
apart
Under the starlight night, threatened by distant thunder, it took me along as it
traversed
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Across time, through the passage of emotions to see the reflections of my
illusive heart
by naseha on March 3 2014. naseha, All rights reserved
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Equal Eye
Offering you the shards of my broken spine,
Numb I stand in front of you.
Dangling by frayed twine, my laughter, my life.
Here I stand before you, trying to forget my questions
Trying to look beyond me.
I come here to you with a blatant confession.
I wanted, I asked, my tears fell in your lap, every wish that was for me
My tears, my sweat forced Your grace to be mine.
Reluctantly they came, late and then slipped through my fingers
For every smile that I borrowed from the Time, I gave a pound
Of my flesh. I screamed, I cursed.
Forgetting that I held for some time that which was never mine.
Here I am, looking back at my follies, my happiness which for some
Reflected as pride. I know not if my feet
Crossed the invisible line dividing the world of achievement and ego.
In attempt to put a smile on the lips of lives I touched, maybe
I filled them with tears. I forgot that I was no creator
My wish though noble, was cloaked in the invisible sheet called vain
I may not realize, I may be wrong again. Again may be I am touched
By green pride in some hidden corner of my heart
Let my soul, know the truth, guide it to leave behind the shackles of want.
Yes, I loved you like I loved none. May be it was but pure
I wanted You in return. Every time I prayed, I asked
Today, I want to purge the bonds of wants, desires and ambition.
I stand here trying to stop asking, trying not to wait for your gaze to fall
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On by bare body, and crumbling soul
But to cut out all wishes of return gifts, all dreams of future, all sorrows of past
I stand soaked in my own blood, trying to live for the heart beat and the breath
That still reverberates in the hollow shell
Savoring the smiling taste of that surrender, which results in honor or death
I want to hold my heart which jumps in anticipation, weaving dreams of joy
when every there is a knock on the door.
Save it from crumbling as the drink slip before the touching my thirsty lips
I dont want to be lifeless, but full of life but to live in serene calm of total
submission to your will. Not giving up.
But letting myself be lead without a doubt by You. I am blindfolded to see.
To hold the eluding peace and calm of the breathing moment, as I walk
Towards the destiny
Embrace the contentment if my destination fades away or serenity of finding it
I know the path is difficult and there would be thorns, and sharp stones slicing
my feet, still I want to walk.
I dont want that regret to follow me like my shadow that says, You did not
try.
by naseha on 23rd Feb 2015. naseha, All rights reserved
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Wishing on a Falling Star
To forget you for once in life
Is my wish on a falling star
Meet you walking down some
Desolated, mossy roads bizarre
To fall for your charm once again
As you walk humming thoughtlessly
To lose in the depth of your words
To kiss you for the first time in rain
To practice in front of mirror all that I had to say
And to forget them seeing you walk in
To dream about your lips on mine all day
And to be too shy to tell you what you mean to me
Waiting in my balcony waiting for the sun to sink low
To see you with your friends, having a laugh
Catching your eyes when the birthday candles you blow
Knowing you were wishing for me
Know you once again, love you again
To meet you once again as a stranger
To relive the story of love that is insane
To lead another and another and yet another life with you.
To forget you for once in life
Is my wish on a falling star
Meet you walking down some
Desolated, mossy roads bizarre
by naseha on 23rd May 2015. naseha, All rights reserved
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I Opt for Curse
Here I stand to be judged,
Not a word would I speak in my defense
My persecutor, should me my witness, My Jury,
And my Judge, be Him who accused me
If my Love is not enough, I opt for Curse of Hell
But will love You in imperfect way I know, the way You created me
For every rules that I broke, I followed my heart
The same heart where You whisper sometime
If that heart is so dark, filled with evil
How can You live there, I sure did feel You
Is submission is all You want?
Is obedience greater than love?
My heart does not agree to it. Had it been so,
Resonating hymns of Angels, praying, carved in obedience
Would have touched your heart, satisfied Your soul
Yet, You looked for more. Carved me from Clay, Fire, & Water
Sparkling tasteless water became sweeter but muddy
The Fire that burned bright now glows with different hues
You looked and smiled at the imperfection that You created
Valued it over the perfect beings of submission and duty
You created me with imperfection, my imperfections are me
My submission is flawed, obedience has a mind of its own
The only perfect imperfection I have is my heart that beats for You
Each moment I breathe, I talk to You. I dont know what a prayer is
Gave me wings, I want to soar the sky, taste the clouds, raindrop and sun
I would fall at time and rise once again to feel the sky You have created
Why do I need to live in a cage of rules that I do not understand, nor my heart
does
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In cage, I would be safe from the Eagles and Hawks, but I would taste the
firmament
May be my wings would be burnt in Sun, broken to pieces in tornado
Still satisfied that I felt Your Love, touched Your Creation, Felt You in All of
them
Chain me no more to rules of obedience. Defiant, I am not
But I follow whispers of my heart. A place where You live
As imperfect as I am, my Love is all that I have
Which I would keep offering You, that is my obedience
If my Love is not enough, I opt for Curse of Hell
But will love in the flawed way I know, the way You created me
Sans all chains, sans all rules, sans all distance and formalities
My love is wild, free, feeling You in me, and in every entity I see
by naseha on 21st July 2015. naseha, All rights reserved