The Day begins with a throbbing pain in his heart,
last night his better half had run out of the wind
to breathe and sustain the blossoming of his love.
His first few steps are sluggish, hazy and confused,
like a thick foggy morning in late December
and he knows, the sun had set on him forever!
Brief autumn was the months of joyful completion,
it came and lingered for a while or two before
fading to the mossy annals of oblivion,
buried alive with no traces left above the ground!
Then the sudden onslaught of winter shocked the world,
each day became all frozen to its tender core,
the humble pen stopped bleeding and the blood ceased to flow,
that etched teary sadness and laughter on an empty page.
After many a month of such desolate emptiness,
another mighty blizzard came, howling wind blowing hard
but this time though the Day would lose his better half, his blood
would thaw and melt to flow and etch his tears and dreams again!
A grey dove sat atop an olive tree,
its wings dull and brown from the toiling flight;
five thousand miles of ocean waves and seas!
A few missing feathers on each, it hoped
would grow again to fill the gaping holes;
thankfully it was just the raging wind!
“Where is she? Where is she?”, panting it cooed,
in a voice both sharp and melancholic,
intrusive yet hauntingly beautiful.
‘I have come from far away, where the sun
used to shine less cruelly in days bygone
and the rivers too were panoramic.’
‘Now it is as barren as I am without her’,
the grey dove thought, ‘but my coos are not spreading far!’
Fare thee well my good friends, I pray to God,
may your futures be as bright as the sun!
I have always loved the moon’s eclipses
way too much to pine for the heaven’s warmth!
Fly hard, climbing higher and higher still
my dear friends until the wax in your wings
starts to melt and we shall meet again, you and me!
I was Daedalus in my previous wanderings.
Farewell my young friends, claim the future as your own!
Remember, you can only reap what you have sown!
Fare thee well my sweet friends, now with a heavy heart
and may be a half-shed drop of tear let me part!
I came with Autumn and by Summer I was gone!
For a stay so brief, my friends, who would ever mourn!
Hello! How has life been of late?
Autumn was depressing you said,
Perhaps summer would bring delight,
Peace and prosperity onto
Your enviably promising life!
Bedouin blood rushes through your arteries,
Incessant pulses of a Berber’s heart
Revitalizing its red carriers with
The fuel needed to burn your next batch of thoughts.
How humble and yet bold you are in being free,
Defying the received norms of ignorance,
Apathy and absurd intolerance,
Yet open enough to sound rationale!
Take a bow my dear Muse from the core of my heart
On this special day out of gratitude and love.
Knights have long ceased to tread the ageing earth,
Haunted sweetly by the visions of a queen
On a castle tower, forlorn, I know but
Lo and behold, in your mind if you can,
Once again though unarmored a knight walks
On the forest trek he paved in his dreams
Destined to pledge these words as a humble offering!
Dedicated to Mulhima.
The sky is sad tonight,
his tears becoming solid hails
in the chill of a depression.
He groaned too in a blinding rage
every now and then
and each time the night grew
transparent, white, silver and blue,
baring the emptiness around.
I have always wanted to be as vast as the sky
and here I am, sad and bare as he is tonight!
Measured in meters I stand half way
between the universe and quantum particles
as lonely as the first and incomprehensible
as the latter, unpredictable at best.
After the fierce hailstorm, wind blows in sobbing gusts.
After the dripping of your words have ceased to flow,
I cannot remember why is it that we must
live like Adam and Eve with two unpardoned souls!