First Rays

Early morning,all looks peacefuland sereneas if life hascome to a standstill,I too go out for astroll every morningcontemplatinga few momentsof bliss thatthe sun sendson earth, sparrows singthe way they docollecting theirbreakfastsome fat wormsand bees tofeed their chicks,they sprintaround the palmtrees expressingjoy as if tossingthe light in alldirections. I wish I couldJoin them, butI walk as … Continue reading First Rays →

Sound of Rain

It took the rainso long to breakits slumber,I’ve waited sinceyears standing inthe desertalone at night,walking barefooton cracked earthwhile arid windstore my skinand deepenmy scars, a miraclethat took itsown timeto calm downthe scald of mindbody and soul,as I feel thedroplets descendingone after anotherwith a ringingsound thatmade me forgetall else. I sat therecompletelydrenched inthe first showersof spring … Continue reading Sound of Rain →

Imminent Crisis

It is not the first warI’ve experiencedso far in my lifetime,there have beenwars beforeleaving rags and hungerfor its victims,who scrape dirtfor crumbs, homelessorphaned childrencrying in the war tornstreets withoutshelter. Sadly wars arefought for power,hegemony, acquiringlands, resources,forcibly askingthe weak nationsto surrender,with no account ofmen who fighton the front,who face thebullets and grenadeson their chest. We’re proud … Continue reading Imminent Crisis →

My Colors

I hear the springapproachingIn soft stepstoward me,tenderly smoothingthe hairs of grass,tapping gentlyon my crownas a wake upcall, a companionwho has notforgotten me, while I laydormantin the lap of earth,still rubbingmy eyelidsresisting tocome out inthe open,fearing ifI would lookthe same asbefore, wise wormsin the soilnudge meto break openmy dark shell andface the light,to look upand embracethe … Continue reading My Colors →

Eternal

Your voiceglides across timeand spaceas pink flamingoesmove on sandsoft and noiseless,away fromthe hustle ofexpectationsand demands. I hear youwhenall is silentand still,like the curtainsat rest whenthe wind isresting betweenthe notes ofan aeolian harp. It is a bridgethat connects uslike two sides ofa riverbank,you singand I feelit’s vibrationsin the depthsof my heart. It transcendsall physicaland emotionalbarriersreaching melike … Continue reading Eternal →

Beyond Words

I’m wading througha pool of wordsscattered likefallen leaves fromthe branches ofmy thoughts,but I’m not ableto recallwhat I hadinitially thoughtabout,not even asyllable or a linethat I couldpen down. I keep shuffling,juggling, strugglingto travel backin timeand pull out somefrom the pouchof my memory. Words, words,and more words--they’re so manybut I’ve got to findones that havethe key tomy … Continue reading Beyond Words →

Present moment

The sounds I hearon my walkkeep recordingsongs in my mind,my footstepsautomatically goforwardwith their rhythm, the chirp ofbulbuls, silver bills,and sunbirds,frolicking in frondsof date palm,flying downlike tiny planes tocatch antscrawlingin the cracksof soil, sunrays thatfilter throughthe palm leavesreach myface like shower,coloring my hairgolden brown,gleaming likeplumage ofa yellow warbler, the scent of basil,sweet dry datesdropping onon the … Continue reading Present moment →

Ghost Ship

I’m driftingon the sea weedsamid heavy fogand spindrift,blood flowingout of my woundslike crimson ink,I could barely seethe lifeboat movingerratically onferocious waves. I’m clutchinga bag of memoriesthat remind meof the romanticball dance,of the toxic vaporsfrom ship’s cargoof alcohol, an explosionand emergency alarmto jump off theship instantly,when gigantic wavesengulfed the shipin their cavernousmouth. Blurry mooncrawls throughthe hairs … Continue reading Ghost Ship →

Jewels

I watch themoon raysfalling gentlyon sea waves,embellishing theirblue-black scarveswith their treasures,music of wavesand stillness of night,together createa tranquilizingeffect on me. I lie thereimmersedin the soft glowof moon,letting itsluminescent quillcreate poetryon my wet skin, I shiverwith a strangesensationof being closeto someonewho is milesapart, inspiringme to composeverses thatgo beyondmy mortal being,the songs thatnever fade, filling thecracks in … Continue reading Jewels →

Self Portrait

I’ve been hidingbehind myshadows,wearing masks,so that nopiercing eyescould askquestionsabout--the way I look,the way I move,the way I talk. I’ve beenlonely,felt left out,I’ve beenstuckhanging fromthe edge ofthe precipice,aboutto fall. I want,to be mytrue self,who is notafraid ofcoming outin open,who isconfident. I blow softlyon my brush,my wordsflow likemusical notesto painton the invisiblecanvas,of the thingsand peopleI’ve ever loved,that … Continue reading Self Portrait →