Sever (all Ties)

Let’s sever all ties,

Accomplices, companions

of fair-weather times.


Sever all ties:

Mistaken friends; fellow performers

From all those mimes.


Though I remember the strangeness,

And even vivid beauty in some past places;

Social masks, like ancient kingdoms,

And like a smirk vanishing,

Melt, drip off your unfamiliar faces.


Sever all ties,

Oh, lovers of a joy

ImageDivorced of me, such as Adam & Paradise.


Sever all ties,

For the longings, shared no more:

I come in peace, and at least not in disguise.


Sever all ties,

Unchained melodies in a poet’s head,

Goodbyes are hard, with words unsaid.

But who ever knew then

Of changes to come, skins yet to be shed!


To you, I’m better off dead.



I am getting tired:
Tired of being tired,
And now tired of that too…

I am changing,
From what into what,
I do not know; wish not to know,
And to just let it be, and unfold to me.
This wish itself feels odd,
But not without its reward:
The desire to know all,
Is departing my tired mind;
The mind which would desire then,
To translate its knowing into words.

And what are words after all…
Except for a waste of a poet’s Life,
And what are words after all,
But a cheap alternate for feeling,
And what are words after all,
But solace, in a time of healing!?
And what do words mean?
When chanted by lingering Death…
And what do words mean?
When whispered on an angel’s breath…

And what are words but loose feathers,
And what are words but wings!
What are words but Cupid’s arrows,
Or bullets in the chests of kings!
And what are words but bitterness,
And what are words but a smile,
What are words but knots in the tying,
What are words but a passing while!


A (Lingering) State of Meditation

In a state

Where the arrogant, grimacing sky,

In a state

I was once astounded by;

In a state

Of a day, on a look-out for the night…

In a state

Of obliviously pending hours,

In a state

Of the presence of peculiar powers;

In a state

Of existence, of a known defiance,

In a state

Of Life, indeed a trusted alliance!

In a state

Of kingliness, in unison with sainthood…

In a state

Of sainthood,

In sync with the breath,

In a state

Of seeking, in pursuit of attainment

In a state

Satisfied, within not being satisifed!





I haven’t had a very ‘usual’ life, from standards more than one; and I feel very obliged and grateful to Allah for this fact. When I say ‘not a very usual life’, to those who may understand, this phrase can neither be a totally positive nor a completely negative connotation. What I’m specifically referring to over here is a mix, the tilt of which was more towards the negative in the past and somewhat towards the opposite now, generally: The trial never ends, that’s for sure! It never does for anyone, but especially when you’re ‘different’, it definitely has its rewards in certain ways that other people might envy too, but what most if not all of these people (or others) are familiar with, is the underlying persistent human condition of ordeal in such cases; and then, a conscious awareness of this ordeal too!

Nothing in this world is for free, as we all might know. The ‘law’ of Karma (as I call it) and the Economics rule, ‘There’s no such thing as a free lunch’, speak of the same reality. And how could this be otherwise, when even our creator Allah has His little tests around every corner, waiting for the human either to win or lose something along the way; the tests being more frequent for some than the others, maybe.

 Yes, sometimes we feel some material gain has come to us at a very low or no price at all, but there’s always some cost, even if an intangible one which we might tend to easily forgo as negligible; this owing to the sad fact that we live in a world which pays more heed to what is visible (to the naked eye), whereas the reality of the world itself is very surreal, in terms of the dependence of its happenings on immaterial phenomena. Many people either don’t know this, and among the rest that do, they do not take this fact seriously. Result? They blame and rely on factors that are the least reliable for ANY being’s existence, let alone humans. But when the humans can’t rely on their own memory to remember such things, what are the odds that they won’t in turn depend on the undependable?! Hardly any, I’d say!

The next question:

Why are the ones most ignorant (for we all are ignorant one way or another), seem to be the ones most convinced in their opinion(s)?


The ignorant admits that he/she is ignorant (on a particular matter) and even then, if they formulate some opinion in that regard, they just shut up and keep their ideas to themselves till they’re able to rationalize it enough, over time, to make their opinion public…

which is probably highly unlikely, given the fact they’re the ‘most ignorant’…


The ignorant admits that he/she is ignorant (on a particular matter) and does not rush to form an opinion, and instead waits for the right moment of clarity and understanding to do so; and meanwhile works towards reaching that point in time.

3rd SCENARIO (most likely):

The ignorant never admits that he/she is ignorant, and does whatever they’re doing, without putting much sense into, or making any sense of it whatsoever.



Salt-Water of Me

All dreams, all prayers have prescribed cycles:

Cycles to complete, before lovers meet,

Before the unreal merges into the very real,

Before these notions can turn concrete.


Let’s settle in a make-shift home one day:

There is no end to this sobbing, as I see;

And if I choose to stay where I am and to feel,

I may drown in a flood of the

salt-water of me!


As they sing their bird-song, all the while,

In silence you plur, as if in exile.