Water Colored Sky

He is to be felt in the seen & the unseen,
Verily there are signs for the believers,
Be steadfast & do not waiver,
For there are rewards,
Beyond thou imagination,
Thou shalt see & witness its happening,
And then shall it be proved,
Let the faith be blind ,
O ye believer,
Thy strength in in thy preserverence,
For when ye was in agony& thy heart cryeth out for help,
He was closeth to you than thy bossom,
And when thou calleth Him,
He opened his gates of mercy,
So open ye heart unto Him,
He who hath all knowledge,
Of days & nights,
Of moons & sun,
Of seasons and fruits,
So guideth thy soul to piety,
For he is the most gracious

roun’ the fire,

danced slowly,

to rythm and beats,

enticingly ,

smoothly ,

the toes moving as a serpent,

slick and suave,

as ambers of fire cast shadows,

flexing the arms,

swirling,

in a rage she moves,

bewitching,

captivating,

glistening skin,

dancing the night away into oblivion..

O’ ye adamite,

behold!

do not rejoice your delay,

as it shall not last,

bow your head,

unto thy creator,

for there is an end,

to the sun ,

to the moon,

to this delusive world,

and to you,

naked shall the soul be then,

an attire of mud and clay cast off,

to return,

to give away ,

which never was yours,

to lie deep in the heart of earth..

So long o’ moon ,
Adieu o’ my knight,
Kiss me farewell ,
My beau ideal,
Soft and silky against my arms,
Holding your scent,
Lingers and haunts my dreams,
Oasis for my thirst ,
Slow caress,
Sighs,
Dancing shadows,
Tender heart beats,
Secrets hidden in thy sly smiles,
Painful as it is ,
But I part with thee,
O’ charmer,
O’ necromancer,
Do daze me ,
As I wash away ,
Every single trace,
Resting my head,
On the clouds of prayers,
Sing to me ,
Yet again,
A lullaby,
Ever so sweetly,
Gently,
Divinely,
Cast your spell…

I lack the power,

To reach inside and blind out the knavery,

A sense of betrayal and faithlessness,

A perfidy to this sacred engagement,

With myself and my numb soul,

To furnished lies and mockery,

Of twisted accuracy,

I am but an infidel,

Witness to fickle laison with life,

Mirror to misty reflections,

feeble echoes ,

Of lost voices

Set free,

Abandon them,

Those crystal balls,

Part with the ambers of rage,

Bright roses of innocence,

Turquoise waters,

Opal dew,

Let go,

Grayness of a cloud,

Holiness of green,

Revolution in red,

Innovation in blue,

Hold it inside,

Conceal the silence,

A cherished desire,

Drift into a peaceful slumber,

Of dusky bleakness,

Of raw desolate twilight

Way up,

On a high branch,

Hangs the last leaf,

Golden,

Fragile,

Clinging onto a dried branch,

Spring’s last hope,

As autumn is strewn on the ground,

A prediction to an end,

Of flowery ornaments ,

Of blossoms,

Of beauty,

Swaying on a melancholy cold tune,

Wind sealing its fate,

Falling upon dead grass,

To be blown away,

Abandoning its beloved tree,

Withdrawing from all rights to nature,

To wither away,

To vanish.

O ye deluded masses,

rise!

Be not the dull race,

For thy lord is waiting for thee victory,

Open ye arms to the golden sun,

Harvest your strength against storms, rains of gloom and thunders of tyranny,

Spread the warmth & trust,

Justice and freedom,

Learn to hope,

Learn to dream,

Ignite the spark that fuels the soul,

Fall we may,

To hold and to support,

To unite and fight,

And “rise” we shall,

Against all odds,

Against all demons,

Be the voice that shakes every grain,every mountain and every river ,

Rise like waves and leap forward like fire ,

Let not the bloodhounds prey on us,

Rise with vigour and chivalry,

Rise with dignity,

O ye masses !

Rise and unite.

The leather boots,
stamped and marched,
those weary eyes searched,
when all left,
waiting on an empty station,
with frail legs and wrinkled hands,
sat there, a mother,
maybe the next one,
maybe tomorrow,
as the train whistled away,
he’s a valiant,
he’s a warrior,
I cannot lose hope,
in pride I must live,
O! my perfect one,
I know, return you must,

for I am waiting,
for all the prayers in the deep of the night,
for all those days when I slept hugging your shirt,
for all those times when I thought I heard you knock at the door,
Be safe be well,
be strong,
A lone tear trickles down,
I mustn’t cry , I mustn’t cry,
“dead” they say , I do not believe ,
you’re my stalwart,
with her tender grey locks ,
every day she saw,
fathers , lovers & sons,
every day she sat there,
broken in spirit,

but firm in hope.
For return he must,
for return he must…