I’ll tell you when it all began
Just then we had skipped
From the post to the wire
From slow to fast
Communications
Over distances vast
Belligerent emotions
Expressed without
Delay, overlay
Cockamamie
Bullshit !
The destruction of language …
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
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
I am the sweetest heart
Kindest and warmest soul
Living in the devil’s skin
I am all pure intentions
Acting out of morale
I am only positive, pure
Until I sleep devils lure
A fire burns still inside
So it is the devil I hide
While my soul rots away
The skin must always shine.
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
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
Innocent Love takes darker shades.
In the dark of the night
Like dew drops on grass blades
Reflecting illusions in the light
Those named with feelings
Will damage them right.
Often flickering beside you,
to keep your flame burning bright
And you will feel the love scream
It’s echoes will tear you apart
when bodies burn in lust
We always lose our minds
You and I aren’t the first.
Passions often break bounds
Souls are united in love.
Iove and lust do complete each other
They too need balance in parts
But only if you look for them
Carefully in the same place.
My co-travelers in this poetical voyage, I am ever thankful for your love and support.
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Reality
to me is the
Dream of a madman
A door to escape
illusions and avoid
Imagination.
Reality
to me is the stone
on the road
to your dreams
it just impedes.
Reality
to me is the truth
only relative
and always
unreal.
Reality
to me is the
sight beyond sights
A landscape beyond
capturing.
Reality
to me is light
and darkness combined.
Subtle and yet
magical.
Whispers of Immortality 