Monday, September 30, 2013

strangers

a strange man walked by me today,
an unknown face,
but not just another in the crowd.

he bent his head slightly, angry and alone,
with defiant eyes that looked around,
as if the world was undeserving of his presence.

surprised at his anger, i had to smile,
i know a thing or two about anger and darkness.

only a man who is totally in control of his emotions,
can feel the loneliness of being unique.

go your way stranger, and be at peace,
this world does not deserve your love.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

to love is to destroy

you cannot see the destruction left behind, 
when you turn your back on me. 

i know my lessons now,
you taught me well.
of restrictions and expectations, 
of taking steps back, but not in to the past, 
of love that has its limits, 
promises that are valid until sunset, 
and giving everyone a special piece of you. 

let me give you a small piece of advice, 
the only way to love is unconditionally 
and the only way to destroy is to burn. 

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

restrictions III - soulmates until tomorrow

people speak softly in to their palms,
and every voice sounds like yours.
standing in line for the morning cup of tea,
someone walks by, wearing your perfume.
i look around and realise
everyone is walking around
with a piece of you.

forgive me
if my black tongue curses 
every eye that looks at you;
if my hands beg to destroy
every soul that dares laugh with you;
if my heart vows 
to burn every finger that dares to touch you. 

but why talk of jealousy?
we already know
that you do not love me
and i am not jealous


Monday, September 16, 2013

restrictions II

there was once an old man, who used to tell his secrets to the sea. every night, he would arrive at moon rise, sit on the sands and  tell the sea of all his sins. the love of his life and the lonely days which compelled him to live to honour her. he also told of the tales of the weary, the travellers and pilgrims who stopped by his home on the highway, asking for water in return for a story and a smile. he knew lots of stories, the old man. often it was not clear if the sea lulled him to sleep, or if he actually calmed the waves and put them to bed with his colourful stories.

he was not a vengeful man. he was old in age, but not regretful. he had not lived a full life as is often described of people in the gray age. he had lived a quiet one, and continued to do so, with only the sea for company.

the sea, of course, is older than us all. and in return for the old man's sinful stories, it raised its ugly head one day, when there was no moon in the sky, slipped beneath his feet, swallowed the sands under him, and took him along. the old man tried to clutch at the waves at first, in a bid to get back to the shore. he could not understand the sea's anger. suddenly he knew. the sea was angry because never once had he asked the sea of its sins. he had never given it a chance to drown its sorrows. he had never asked the seas how many lives it had taken, and how many lives were given to it.

and he let himself be swallowed by the endless waves, until all he could see was darkness and cold. and it was a befitting end to the story, he thought. he had told endless stories to the sea, and the sea had sent him countless waves in return. and yet, they had never really understood each other. they loved each other, but what is love is not a sweeping, drowning, sorrowful joy that only the dark cold can reveal? 

restrictions

only at that exact moment,
when you step back and say,
i don't love you anymore
is when i realise
what it means
to be put on a pedestal.

forgive me, darling,
i know not what love is.

i only know of addiction,
and romance,
desperate lust
and vengeful worship.


Saturday, September 7, 2013

distance is measured in time

"ishq karoon
ya karoon ibadat"

the oceans flow around the world,
carrying amazonian messages
to the desert sand.

once we tire of this puppet show,
that our hearts put up every night,
we shall head to the seas
to wash away our sins.

but the darkness of the water
will give you peace,
and claim a life on another shore.

and i shall burn down our world,
only to leave behind a sign
that we were once loved.

be warned, my darling,
it is better to have loved and lost
than to have never lost at all. 

Friday, September 6, 2013

darling

how easy it is to lie
to someone
who does not love you back.

when you raise your fingers
to my chin,
and lift my lips to yours,
to kiss me as if it was the last one,
your eyes closing instantly
to savour a moment
that will be gone soon,

my mind stops.
and my heart complains.

but what scares me the most is
how easy it is
to lie
here
next to you
and forget the world.