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
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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

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.

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Roadblocks.

My story is stuck

on the point where

I pick up myself and leave.

My words are plucked

at the time

when I try to read.

My joy, my life,

and my sorrow

Every feeling

that I borrow

is more and more

incomplete.

My poems prose

is lost in your brows.

Love is a silent murmur

too faint to hear

too loud to deny.

Don’t ask me why ?

It’s the way things are.

But I got no luck

to get me through

and I wonder,

What comes next ?

Or I shall bring on

the words

poetry

prose

to a close

A lake of words

might be just

the most lovely song.

Who knows?

I will for now

carry on.