The Wave of Discomfort

A serious phase is dawning on me

As I am being swept by this torrent

My mind is a little further from me

As I am fighting this current

The ones I love are drifting away

When they are gone,

I’ll lose my way

If not me, then who

Is controlling my fate

Who within me,

Is spreading this hate?

So long I surfed this wave

Now a new path I shall pave

For it is time to collect the bill

For everything I ever gave.

Unravelling Myself

I am unravelling myself

In Between events

Intercepting time and space

Unaware of my own

I am revealing myself

To myself in a mirror

And I find the reflection

Mystical in myriad ways

I am unknown

While I am knowing

That understanding

Is layered in time

In between events

Of absolutely

No importance!

~ sahar

A Little Poem

“The bird that flew the highest
Captured my glance
I spotted it amongst the clouds
By a mere chance
She drifted in the skies like clouds
Almost in a dance
I watched her disappear far away
And stood in a trance.”

– sahar

A Familiar Face

In between bustling crowds

Undercover of faith’s shrouds

Beneath cunningness of touts

In the sadness of smiling clowns

I come across a familiar face

In dim poverty stricken eyes

Through my beloved‘s lies

In the echoes of faint cries

Upon the starry night skies

I come across a familiar face

In dark corners and alleys

In deep gorges and valleys

In harangues of political rallies

Between the lines of dailies

I come across a familiar face

In jungles and mountains

In ever flowing fountains

In sunlight and in rains

In a dying fire’s flames

I come across a familiar face.

  • Sahar

On a Tuesday.

College was too much fun

Learning, Ah! that we did none.

Smoked the days away

Made the nights stay

And now nights shall fly

And the days shall be dry

I look up, I see a cloudy blue sky

The hint of the rains is nearby.

— Sahar

Smile and Sadness

When you are all alone

And once in a while,

A candid thought or

A nostalgic feeling

Curves your lips up

That’s the best smile

And

When you are happy

Amidst a crackling laugh

Little pearls roll down the eye

You do both, laugh and cry

Trust me in all this madness

That’s the best form of sadness

  • Sahar

Time Again

There is no stopping time

No turning back or

Jumping ahead the needles

There is no stocking

No transferring of it.

It is yours if you

simply relate to it

Else it simply adds

To the wistful moments

We called life

Tick-tock as the clock

Unleashes end in

Every beginning of

This new moment.

To feel time again

Rising from death

Embrace dark space

And time is real again

  • sahar

Who We Are.

We are mean machines
Captured consciousness
Chaotic, disrupted presences
Vying for belonging
Living on in hopelessness
In a familiar strangeness
Above all, Death is relentless
And dying is not lifelessness.

We are measured extremes,
trying so hard to balance
our lives in weightlessness,
scrounging by on emotions
breaking our meditation,
trusting in faithlessness.
Universe is indefiniteness
boundaries are absurdness.

We are poised river streams,
flowing in chosen directions,
Living and dying to meet
oceans and then fall as rain.
Meandering by, a tamelessness
an epitome of abstractness.
We live as she lives by
a journey of ambitiousness.

We are forgotten dreams
in an eye of imagitiveness
it is discovering nuances
with a look of ancientness.
It is only right to wake up
experience anonymousness
remembering the dreams
live moments of breathlessness.

– sahar
photograph by sahar

Poetic Chaos

Often, in my lone wanderings
As an observer of crude life
I found myself without bearings
Crossroads on the road to strife

I was buried deeper by society
Partaking in social events
I donned new faces and acts
Shuffling roles between pretends

Fed slowly the poison of taste
Gulped down by the wine divine
I summoned the satan in a haste
Told him ‘the pleasures are thine’

I grew by the fire and read
Myself in the shifting flames
Earning me, myself, a bread
While a while engaging in games.

In my lone wanderings
I often did realize
Speak and hear of it no more
To live and write shall be wise.