Genesis – A Trilogy

Genesis – A Trilogy

Part 1

O, this great failure of my human birth,
a tale, fourteen billion years old at least,
of the big bang and all that followed since,
the expansion, atoms and early stars,
ten billion years later birth of the sun,
the amassing of the remaining dusts
with lava on top and molten metal
at the spinning core, the magnetic field,
the impact of Theia, the birth of the moon,
the axial tilt of the earth, the seasons
and the gradual lengthening of the days,
the emergence of protein in the seas
and oxygen, the mother of all life,
resulting in the birth of humankind!

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Part 2

O Adam, the angels bowed before thee,
the father of all whose creation they pined
would unleash chaos, bloodshed and tyranny
but omniscient Lord said unto their kind,
dear all, what I know you can never grasp
and they obliged save the disdainful asp!
   

In due time with two yearnings he was cast,
one for his beloved Eve and the other
for his Lord, to this unforgiving earth
beginning the line that brought you and me!
Now those urges are haunting all of us,
to seek a home and yearn to be complete!
     

We have survived an Ice age and Noah’s ruthless flood,
yet have I justified my breaths and life in this world? 

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Part 3

The tale I have been telling is
more than fourteen billion years old
but simultaneously as recent as
the mark that busiest hand of time
on your wrist passed by when you read this line!
    

A tale that began long before
the birth of space and time itself,
a grand tale of love, never understood
by those that do not contemplate
or too well known to pride to be amazed!  
     

The tale is not too keen on when or how
the idea of humankind was conceived
by the Creator but on why for God’s sake
such an anarchic race should rule the world.
   

I think it cannot be anything else but love
for only love can overlook such dissonance
and that is why I have dubbed myself a failure,
for failing to reciprocate my Providence!

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A Venomous Laughter

A Venomous Laughter

With a roaring laughter
whose din shall pierce the sky
and the Angels’
emerald abode, perched up there
my swollen heart
shall set itself aflame tonight!
    

With the mirror shattered
into countless pieces,
across the crimson, infant puddle
of dripping blood,
the seething eyes
could no more stare back at my face!
    

So with sulfur venom
in my breath, I revolt
against the moisture in my dreams,
whispers and thoughts!

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Genesis Part 2

Genesis Part 2

O Adam, the angels bowed before thee,
the father of all whose creation they pined
would unleash chaos, bloodshed and tyranny
but omniscient Lord said unto their kind,
dear all, what I know you can never grasp
and they obliged save the disdainful asp!
   

In due time with two yearnings he was cast,
one for his beloved Eve and the other
for his Lord, to this unforgiving earth
beginning the line that brought you and me!
Now those urges are haunting all of us,
to seek a home and yearn to be complete!
     

We have survived an Ice age and Noah’s ruthless flood,
yet have I justified my breaths and life in this world? 


Sequel to Genesis Part 1
To Be Continued…

Angels Are Always Blue

Angels Are Always Blue

    

When she is clad in blue, I am speechless,
for it seems she has wrapped an ocean or the sky
around her limbs as her free flowing hairs
resemble the clouds or the shadow of the waves!

    

In yellow the sunlight seems to wrap her
with an adoring love that greets the new leaves
of Spring, nurturing with mild caresses
as her free flowing hairs become the gushing wind!

     

In crimson she wears her emotions on the skin,
as warm and wild as her beating heart, ripe and full
as the summer months, so bold yet apprehensive
of expressions, trying to look unfazed, though in vain!

    

But nothing beats blue on her, I swear on my life,
for Angels have always been painted with blue, alike!

       

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A Festival and Palestine

A Festival and Palestine
Watch and Listen to a reading of the poem by me.

 

“Come on now, let us go!
It is Eight o’ clock already,
there are so many things
still left for us to check and buy
or mark for future purchases
if the price seems too high
and we must return home, as well,
before midnight to eat and fast
from the sunrise to sunset, tomorrow,
for in our hearts we are God fearing, after all!”
My wife was nudging me.
Though I heard all the words she said,
I could not register
even a single one, as I watched
two vastly different lines
of human beings in front of me;
one on the TV screen,
another on the road below,
mostly families with children and women too…
But there the similarities expired
and sharp contrasts unfurled;
the one on the road seems happy
and in harmony with the world,
shopping for an imminent festival,
while the one on the screen is filled
with tiny bodies torn apart
by a human cruelty!
Then she jerked me out of my reverie, saying
there were others if I didn’t want to go…
So I looked up and with some efforts said,
“Sure darling it’s alright, you go ahead,
this year I don’t feel like celebrating
with so many little angels killed in Palestine!”

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