Poetry Series
rachel bishop
- poems -
2
rachel bishop (aug 20th 1992)
hey i am writting poems for this page
Works:
creating it right now
3
Always there
You are always there when i need you the most.
I will always remember you in my heart. You will
be missed so much. And i thank you for being there.
And we really had great times. And have a great furture.
And someday we will see each other again.
rachel bishop
4
Both dream and life can be real or fake
Dreaming is one fake life but life itself is true.
Dreams are part a fakeness inside. Don't let life and
dreams confuse you from inside your heart. Sometimes
dreams can be real and life can be fake. Still its true
its all a dream.
rachel bishop
5
Broken sadness
A broken sadness is so sad.
I don't know why broken sadness
is so much sadness. Sometimes you see
people just sitting around looking so sad. You
can tell if people are sad. Because there faces show
it. They let so much feelings out. It just hurts them
inside.
rachel bishop
6
Dreams
Dreams are fake.
Dreams are real.
Could dreams be real or fake.
What is the meaning of dreaming.
You would never know if dreams could be real
or fake.
Intill you try dreaming yourself.
rachel bishop
7
Forgiveness
Forgiveness is strong. Forgiveness is real to you.
I always forgive you. I know you will forgive me inside
your heart. You have been a forgiveful friend. I hope you
forgive me. Please forgive me and be my friend again
rachel bishop
8
Friendship
Friendships are truthful. Friendships are important.
Sometimes friendships are hurtful to you. Friendship
is suppose to be cheerful to others. Friendships don't
always turn out the way you want. Friendships is a good
thing you have with others. Friendship is always true to
you.
rachel bishop
9
Heart Beat.......
Why do i have this heart beat.
Why does it beat so fast.
Why does it beat so slow.
Why is it so fast then
so slow.
I fear the heart beat of death.
Why does it have to happen like this
Why is it such a strange sound.
I want it to slow down
It is so helpless.
So strange.
Why me.! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
rachel bishop
10
Love
Why is love so right. why is love
so meaning full. Why is love so not.
love is always going to be part of life.
No matter what you do or think everybody has
a love to find. And others will search for there
loveones
rachel bishop
11
Point of lines
What is the point of lines.
What if the whole earth was just lines.
What would you do if it was all true.
You will never know the truth from what
is wrong with the earth's enviorment.
You will never know it and till you see
it for yourself.
rachel bishop
12
Relationships
Relationships are very important to a lot of lovers.
They trust there relationships. Relationships are with
people you love. and want to stay with. Relationships are
sometimes hurtful to you. Relationships don't last forever.
So don't worry you will find your lover someday
rachel bishop
13
those lips
Your lips.
My lips.
Your lips are so soft and warm.
My lips are so cold and icy.
As soon as are lips touch.
We feel this strange connection.
Between you and me.
I love those lips of yours.
rachel bishop
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
ALL POEMS OF RACHEL WILLCOX
Poetry Series
Rachel Willcox
- poems -
2
Rachel Willcox (23 Aug)
I just write to pass the time, its not something I always do. Its just a way of
releasing feelings or problems building up!
Works:
Haha none.....yet!
3
A Fear In My Head
I wish I could tell you how I feel inside
But I can no longer express it, I shrivel and hide,
My mind is awake thinking oh what to do
I cannot say I never think about you.
This life that I hold, wasn't what I was after
But you came along and slowed this disaster,
Forever I am grateful for you being there
Because before you I wouldn't have cared.
This is gonna sound silly, of this I am sure
But it is the only thing I can do to try and gain a cure,
My mind fills up with thought after thought
But I am watching and learning my mind getting taught.
My shyness has spiralled I cannot let it go
No matter what I try, I've just lost that flow,
There is that great fear that I hold in my head
If I were to say anything my face would turn red.
Now can't you just see, how bad I can be
With a smile on my face but the fear still in me,
I find it so tough to express what I'm thinking
If only it felt as easy as blinking.
Rachel Willcox
4
A Friend
A friend is a means, a way, a life,
A gift from heaven to keep you out of strife,
A life a lil like yours but through different eyes
A different role but never a despise.
Through the joy of finding your friend
The help you receive must also help to mend,
Why this life I see through your eyes so blue
A picture of a stage, something I put you through.
No matter what I do, It'll never be the same
I let you down, wasn't right, I am totally to blame,
But ask just one thing before you dismiss me
Did I ever put you down, insult you or tell you to leave me be?
The person you let me see, is full of warmth with a heart that's caring
I know I should of been as good, helping and a lot more sharing,
You've taught me things I've never seen before
Whenever I said it, I meant it, Its you as a person I did adore.
So whilst I am here, writing this, I have thought and now I know
The person I am, took a while to show, can never now get a fair show,
The path I took was wrong, believe me, I know
The friendship I had, I've ruined, long gone is that glow.
I will always remember how much you made me smile
Even through my tears, your words travelled across the miles,
You're a friend, you who helped me see what is most important to me
In the end, I let down a person who helped me realise what I could be
Please believe me when I say that I really am sorry!
Rachel Willcox
5
A Moment
The things we take for granted so settled and so true
The things we see for pleasure so pretty and sea blue
The things that teach us what it is we are supposed to do
The things that reach through and shine that light upon you.
The sights that bequeth all we have in our hearts
The sounds that shatter and tear us apart
The voices that reach across a thousand miles
The touches that make us shiver, a quiver down to the tiles.
The rain on the window, relaxing as the sea
The snow on the hills as cold as can be
The sun in the sky that shines on you and me
The wind in the trees, as your called in for your tea.
All of them combined in a life full of unrest
All of it combined were we right to get it off our chest
All of it together so free with such rapture
I just want to be with you, this moment to capture!
Rachel Willcox
6
Angel Kiss
We go through life so often,
Not stopping to enjoy the day.
And we take each one for granted,
As we travel on our way.
For in your pain and sorrow,
An Angel's Kiss will help you through,
This kiss is very private,
For it is meant for only you.
We never stop to measure,
Anything we just might miss.
But if the wind should blow by softly,
You'll feel an Angel's Kiss.
A kiss that is sent from heaven,
A kiss from up above
A kiss that is very special,
From someone that you love.
So when, your hearts are heavy,
And filled with tears and pain.
And no one can console you,
Remember once again.
About the ones you grieve for,
Because you sadly miss.
And the gentle breeze you took for granted,
Was just an Angel's Kiss.
Rachel Willcox
7
As The Blossom Falls
The Tall, The Dark Of Cloth It Grows
Alone The Blossom Of The Trees Flow
Along The Ground They Swirl Around
Above The Streets Our Cities Town
Watch Out Below As They Blow
Grinding Down Speed To Slow
From The Trees Up So High
To The Floor Forever More
Feels Like Flying Through The Sky
Gravity Pulling, Watch The Wind Push It By
Starry Nights The Wind Still Strong
Always Growing And Moving On
Can Travel Forever Through Many A Town
Moves All Around You Like A Gown
Springs In The Air, Isn’t It Great?
Brightens The Day, You Cannot Slate.
Rachel Willcox
8
Away
My Heads Killing Me, Not Sure Where I Should Be
Life’s Tough Nothings New
Why Am I Here With You
Nothings Going Right Bit I Know
You’re The One I Want To Go
Someone Help Me Get Away
I Need The Rest, Not The Pray
Sometimes Its Just To Rough
And Then It Never Ends All This Stuff
Everyone Watching Blissfully
Unaware Of The Day Passing Wistfully
Dreaming Of Something Better Of New
To Get Me Away From You
Rachel Willcox
9
Gunner Brigade
Down from the glen came the gooner men
Highbury is there little den.
Nothing can stop these boys in red and white
There skils and passion shine real bright.
Thierry Henry, Dennis Bergkamp too
They da men that make em stew,
Just make it look so easy
Lehmann never lets em squeez by.
Ashley Cole the left defender
Sol Campbell will never surrender,
Kolo Toure knocks a couple of heads
Lauren will make em wish they’d stayed in bed.
Freddie works really hard
Gilberto wrongly gets shown the red card.
Fabregas is a man of many talents
Robert Pires rarely loses his balance.
Arsene Wenger is the boss
He’s never had a profit loss.
He knows the players he wants to buy
As long as the price tag isn’t too high.
We are the Arsenal
The boys in red and white
No one should mess with us
We’ll always put up a fight.
Rachel Willcox
10
Him
His Eyes Look Soft, Hair Is Dark
Every Time I See Him I Feel That Spark
He Seems A Tough One, A Real Bad Guy
Just Once I’d Like Him To Notice Me, Maybe Even Try
Even With The Baggy Jeans I Think He Has The Style
Just The One Glance He’s The Best By A Mile
All The Lads Together, Playing Pool & Drinking Beer
Think He’s Way Outta My Depth, But I Won’t Shed A Tear
Has A Tattoo On Right Shoulder, Small But Hot
Saw It That Night Out At Their Spot
Also An Earring He Has Got
Does He Ever Notice Me I Think Not
The Gate Crashed Party Was First Time We Seen Him
She Seen Him First I Thought He Looked Pretty Dim
But Then That Time On Good Friday
All The Guys Down By The Chalet
He Caught My Eye, Was Quite A Guy
I Couldn’t Speak, Couldn’t Even Try
Sat By The Car Drinking Booze
Oh The Charisma He Did Ooze.
Rachel Willcox
11
Insecurities
The feelings that I hold, are struggling to be told
The life that I am living makes me think I should just be bold,
But once you open up, all your mind is there to see
This vulnerability will surely get to me.
It feels to me that if I let go and begin to tell you so
The gate would be open and my guard would be low,
It always felt different when I explained things before
But it seems at the moment I cannot do that anymore.
Its best to keep a lock around the thoughts I have brewing
So many different things in my head, my mind must be stewing,
For it is no longer possible for me to express what I think
Maybe One day though my mind will pull itself back from the brink.
I find it easier to express my thoughts this way, the ink onto the paper
It seems a lot less daunting then carrying on with all that caper,
I guess I could say I am scared of telling all I'm feeling
Its just how I can cope, Its just the way I'm dealing.
When I open my mind, I open my heart
I learnt before that it easily gets torn apart,
The chances of opening my soul once again are slim
There is just no easy way to really tell him.
With the blink of an eye, my thoughts can be hidden
Even though my mind is actually still ridden,
One day in the future If you still want to know
I will do my best, but please be patient If I'm slow!
Rachel Willcox
12
Keep Being You
Just because no one has been fortunate enough
to realize what a gem you are...
doesn't mean you shine any less!
Just because no one has been smart enough
to figure out that you can't be topped...
doesn't stop you from being the best.
Just because the right person hasn't
come along to share your life...
doesn't mean that day isn't coming.
Just because no one has made
this race seem worth while...
doesn't mean you should stop running!
Just because no one has shown up
who can love you on your level...
doesn't mean you have to sink to theirs.
Just because you deserve
the very best there is...
doesn't mean that life is always fair.
Just because you haven't yet found your king/queen
doesn't mean that you're not already a queen/king
Just because your situation doesn't seem
to be progressing right now...
doesn't mean you need to change a thing!
Keep shining, Keep running,
Keep hoping, Keep praying,
Keep being exactly what you are already...
Wonderful & Complete!
Rachel Willcox
13
Look At Me!
When you look up at me
What is it that you see?
Is it a smile the length of a mile
Or is it a heart beaming with denial!
When you stare and cast your eyes to the side
What are you thinkin, Should I run & hide,
I crash to the floor, not wanting anymore
The hurt in my head is starting to bore.
Does the look I get mean you hate me
Or do you just treat me differently,
Something in my mind has started to let go
I just wish you would look around, notice & tell me no!
If you really could look at me, right in the eye
I think I would be prepared for another goodbye,
Your features tell a story of the thought in your head
What is it I ask, watever it is, you never said!
Rachel Willcox
14
Mental Feelings
This Spirit is killing me
I need my time, can’t you see?
Life’s too short to be this bad
Don’t you understand why I’m so sad?
Looking forward instead of back
That’s the best way to stay on track
Keep your strength, make it grow
But realise this process is slow
Bringing back the world’s insight
Into your mind, your feeling bright
Remember to breathe, resist the fright
Keep going don’t give up the fight
Forever thinking, sometimes down
Please do not moan when I need to frown
I’ll recover in my own way
If I’m not smiling leave me till another day
Rachel Willcox
15
Mind Darkness
I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do
I am really sorry for the things that I have put you through
I've tried to find a place to sit and think about these times
But it doesn't seem to work, my head spins with rhymes.
I don't want to give up the fight, of having you as my friend
I miss you more then you can see,
I wish I was the person you want me to be.
Rachel Willcox
16
Missing You
I miss you when something good happens to me,
Because you are the one I want to share it with.
I miss you when something bad happens to me,
Because you make everything better.
I miss you when I cry,
Because you hug my tears away.
I miss you when I'm laughing,
Because you make my laughter grow.
I miss you through all those times,
But I miss you the most when I'm laying in bed at night,
Thinking about you, Because before I always knew,
Someway, Somehow, You were thinking of of me too.
And that is why it is then that I miss you most.
Because I'm not so sure,
You're thinking about me Anymore...
Rachel Willcox
17
My Mates
I was sitting here thinking
of words I wanted to say,
but they just wouldn't come out right
so I found a different way.
I got a piece of paper
and I wrote this poem for you,
but there's no way to thank you
for everything you do.
For always being nice to me
and staying by my side,
for helping fix my problems
and never leaving me behind.
For accepting my thoughts and feelings
though you do not understand,
for never giving up on me
and being my best friend.
For making me laugh
and letting me cry,
and saying you'd miss me
if I were to die.
Everything you mean to me
you could never know,
in all the ways you've changed my life
I could never show.
The way you take care of me,
your my shining star
and though it's so incredible
that's just the way you are.
Before I get to mushy
it's time for me to go,
but before I leave this ink-filled page
there's one thing you should know.
As long as we are living
no matter when or where,
if you ever need me
just call and I'll always be there.
I'll climb a thousand mountains
and swim a thousand seas
anything to be there
cause you always been there for me.
Rachel Willcox
18
Pouring Out My Heart
Sitting here in the chair and thinking, will I ever hear from you, I'm blinking,
Wondering why my mind is fried, my heart could soon be sinking.
Am I really just a phase to you, someone to help you see and pull you through
Or did you confide to keep an option open, maybe its wrong and what you speak is
true.
I think about how I feel now time has given me an option, what was it I should have
said?
Was I right to tell the truth, letting my feelings unbed or should i have kept it in my
head?
I look at myself in a mirror and feel ashamed for liking you so much
Am I being selfish by truly gasping, wanting to feel your touch?
A week has passed since you opened your heart and told me how you felt
The words sunk in and mind grew thin as I noticed my heart melt.
I feel the same I said to you, knowing of such a complication
Its tough to know what to do, this isnt a great situation.
The rhymes I phrase upon this page, makes it look its all I care for,
As days go by and friends do fly, my mind doesnt want it anymore.
But if I were to lose you from in my life, it would be quite a sadness
And even though I wish to be friends, maybe your sick of such a madness.
The page is small, my words a little, the time has come to end this riddle
But before I do there is one more thing I wish to tell from my mind of griddle.
You were my friend, a true sweet gent, so kind, soft and funny
I will believe the best was meant from words you spoke to me huni
Just so you know, mine were true too and I will always be here for you!
Rachel Willcox
19
Rain Cloud!
Watch It, Crawling Surface Creeping
Then The Cars That Are Always Beeping
Strength Is Needed, Truly Deserved
Beat Em Down Show Them Your Not Preserved
When The Time Comes You Shall Know
Do Not Worry, But If You Do It Does Not Show
Pleasant Trips Taken Yearly
Contributed To You Dearly
Second Sighting Before Fighting
Watch Those Tendons, Please No Biting
Freaky Washers Bee Bop Stoppers
Always Facing The Brunt From The Choppers
Furious Weathers Thundering Down
When It Rains I Always Frown
Weather’s Tough To Understand
Maybe Clouds Should Be Banned
Life Is Freaky, Rain Is Wet
Will There Be A Summer? Yeh? Wanna Bet?
Slim To None Is My View
Hopefully This Year The Sun’s Not Through
Partly Mine Partly Yours
But That Don’t Let You Away With The Chores
Stand Tall With That Head Up High
But Please Don’t Forget Me, Say Goodbye.
Rachel Willcox
20
Risk
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental
To reach out for another is to risk involvement
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self
To play your ideas, your dreams before the crowd
is to risk their loss
To love is to risk not being loved in return
To live is to risk dying
To hope is to risk despair
To try is to risk failure
But risk must be taken, because the greatest hazard
in life is to risk nothing
The person who risks nothing, does nothing,
has nothing and is nothing
He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply
cannot learn to feel, change, grow, love.
Chained by his certitudes, he is a slave
He has forfeited freedom
Only a person who risks.....is free
Rachel Willcox
21
Rob Zombie
When I see the picture on my wall, it doesnt fade me or make me fall.
I see the face trying to be full of hate, but those eyes will not co-operate.
With your films I first heard your name, but it was your music that shot you to fame.
The films are mad, so weird and scary, my mum thinks your extremely hairy.
When I hear that said about you, I try to say its not how you look but what you do.
Your mind is crazy, completely mad, full of weird things even if they can be bad.
Your crazy work, I admire so.. I like to see the way you go.
The return to music is also good, I just wish you'd play in my neighbourhood.
This little rhyme was written about you, to prove that your work does get through.
From a fan who loves your crazy way, even if the influence stays at bay.
So thank you Mr Zombie for all you do, the showbiz world really does need you!
(not my best piece but its just a dedication to an amazing star)
Rachel Willcox
22
Temptation
Starry eyes that see the sky,
they see above and want to fly.
Feeling hurt and peeking through
A looking glass, easy for you.
Temptation looms, I hold it back,
The chance to touch should I interact?
I want to know what it is your seeing,
Out those eyes that fill with being.
If my mind was to tell the truth,
Its you I want, what would be proof?
I look above, I look beyond,
To see the edge of this hellish pond.
With eyes so bright and a smile so cheeky,
How can I refuse the offer so meekly?
Too see those eyes so close to mine,
Would be the only thing I shouldnt decline!
Rachel Willcox
23
The Frightening Fear
Fear of oneself is a fear deep within
To scrap through the noise and deepen the grim,
Though life is precious its tough to see
The wanting and needing of some to me!
I do not deny, that feeling inside
My mind is blowing but it won't decide,
What is it I want from the life I am holding
Or is it a case of a severe social Moulding.
I'm feeling more at ease with the thoughts in my head
My mind does not spin when I lie on my bed,
I bet this will sound strange to some who do not know me
I don't mind though Its I that needs to see.
Sitting here now and thinking about this
The fear has subsided, I feel a little bliss,
The thing I did do I am not proud about
But forever thankful for this extra shout.
The fear I do feel is a fear of not knowing
What does lie ahead with the time always growing,
The feelings I have felt are tough to push out
Its frightening to think of the fears that run throughout.
Rachel Willcox
24
Things We Take For Granted
Too often we don't realize
what we have until it is gone;
Too often we wait too late to say
'I'm sorry - I was wrong.'
Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
we hold dearest to our hearts;
And we allow foolish things
to tear our lives apart.
Far too many times we let
unimportant things into our minds;
And then it's usually too late
to see what made us blind.
So be sure that you let people know
how much they mean to you;
Take that time to say the words
before your time is through.
Be sure that you appreciate
everything you've got
And be thankful for the
little things in life
that mean a lot.
Rachel Willcox
25
Unfortunate Sights
When my world smiles
I feel on top of my game
The whole thing lasts for miles
Just for this I should take the blame.
I always wondered when I would feel free
I suppose that might never be
The hearts and souls of many a more
When life is seen as a total bore.
Just don't understand which way is best
How is it fair, In your life feeling like a guest
I will understand the world, one day
Maybe then I can have my say.
Its time to stop and take a look
One day I'll be able to provide that left hook
Just step aside, look beyond it
I'm finding it tough to even look a little bit.
Rachel Willcox
Rachel Willcox
- poems -
2
Rachel Willcox (23 Aug)
I just write to pass the time, its not something I always do. Its just a way of
releasing feelings or problems building up!
Works:
Haha none.....yet!
3
A Fear In My Head
I wish I could tell you how I feel inside
But I can no longer express it, I shrivel and hide,
My mind is awake thinking oh what to do
I cannot say I never think about you.
This life that I hold, wasn't what I was after
But you came along and slowed this disaster,
Forever I am grateful for you being there
Because before you I wouldn't have cared.
This is gonna sound silly, of this I am sure
But it is the only thing I can do to try and gain a cure,
My mind fills up with thought after thought
But I am watching and learning my mind getting taught.
My shyness has spiralled I cannot let it go
No matter what I try, I've just lost that flow,
There is that great fear that I hold in my head
If I were to say anything my face would turn red.
Now can't you just see, how bad I can be
With a smile on my face but the fear still in me,
I find it so tough to express what I'm thinking
If only it felt as easy as blinking.
Rachel Willcox
4
A Friend
A friend is a means, a way, a life,
A gift from heaven to keep you out of strife,
A life a lil like yours but through different eyes
A different role but never a despise.
Through the joy of finding your friend
The help you receive must also help to mend,
Why this life I see through your eyes so blue
A picture of a stage, something I put you through.
No matter what I do, It'll never be the same
I let you down, wasn't right, I am totally to blame,
But ask just one thing before you dismiss me
Did I ever put you down, insult you or tell you to leave me be?
The person you let me see, is full of warmth with a heart that's caring
I know I should of been as good, helping and a lot more sharing,
You've taught me things I've never seen before
Whenever I said it, I meant it, Its you as a person I did adore.
So whilst I am here, writing this, I have thought and now I know
The person I am, took a while to show, can never now get a fair show,
The path I took was wrong, believe me, I know
The friendship I had, I've ruined, long gone is that glow.
I will always remember how much you made me smile
Even through my tears, your words travelled across the miles,
You're a friend, you who helped me see what is most important to me
In the end, I let down a person who helped me realise what I could be
Please believe me when I say that I really am sorry!
Rachel Willcox
5
A Moment
The things we take for granted so settled and so true
The things we see for pleasure so pretty and sea blue
The things that teach us what it is we are supposed to do
The things that reach through and shine that light upon you.
The sights that bequeth all we have in our hearts
The sounds that shatter and tear us apart
The voices that reach across a thousand miles
The touches that make us shiver, a quiver down to the tiles.
The rain on the window, relaxing as the sea
The snow on the hills as cold as can be
The sun in the sky that shines on you and me
The wind in the trees, as your called in for your tea.
All of them combined in a life full of unrest
All of it combined were we right to get it off our chest
All of it together so free with such rapture
I just want to be with you, this moment to capture!
Rachel Willcox
6
Angel Kiss
We go through life so often,
Not stopping to enjoy the day.
And we take each one for granted,
As we travel on our way.
For in your pain and sorrow,
An Angel's Kiss will help you through,
This kiss is very private,
For it is meant for only you.
We never stop to measure,
Anything we just might miss.
But if the wind should blow by softly,
You'll feel an Angel's Kiss.
A kiss that is sent from heaven,
A kiss from up above
A kiss that is very special,
From someone that you love.
So when, your hearts are heavy,
And filled with tears and pain.
And no one can console you,
Remember once again.
About the ones you grieve for,
Because you sadly miss.
And the gentle breeze you took for granted,
Was just an Angel's Kiss.
Rachel Willcox
7
As The Blossom Falls
The Tall, The Dark Of Cloth It Grows
Alone The Blossom Of The Trees Flow
Along The Ground They Swirl Around
Above The Streets Our Cities Town
Watch Out Below As They Blow
Grinding Down Speed To Slow
From The Trees Up So High
To The Floor Forever More
Feels Like Flying Through The Sky
Gravity Pulling, Watch The Wind Push It By
Starry Nights The Wind Still Strong
Always Growing And Moving On
Can Travel Forever Through Many A Town
Moves All Around You Like A Gown
Springs In The Air, Isn’t It Great?
Brightens The Day, You Cannot Slate.
Rachel Willcox
8
Away
My Heads Killing Me, Not Sure Where I Should Be
Life’s Tough Nothings New
Why Am I Here With You
Nothings Going Right Bit I Know
You’re The One I Want To Go
Someone Help Me Get Away
I Need The Rest, Not The Pray
Sometimes Its Just To Rough
And Then It Never Ends All This Stuff
Everyone Watching Blissfully
Unaware Of The Day Passing Wistfully
Dreaming Of Something Better Of New
To Get Me Away From You
Rachel Willcox
9
Gunner Brigade
Down from the glen came the gooner men
Highbury is there little den.
Nothing can stop these boys in red and white
There skils and passion shine real bright.
Thierry Henry, Dennis Bergkamp too
They da men that make em stew,
Just make it look so easy
Lehmann never lets em squeez by.
Ashley Cole the left defender
Sol Campbell will never surrender,
Kolo Toure knocks a couple of heads
Lauren will make em wish they’d stayed in bed.
Freddie works really hard
Gilberto wrongly gets shown the red card.
Fabregas is a man of many talents
Robert Pires rarely loses his balance.
Arsene Wenger is the boss
He’s never had a profit loss.
He knows the players he wants to buy
As long as the price tag isn’t too high.
We are the Arsenal
The boys in red and white
No one should mess with us
We’ll always put up a fight.
Rachel Willcox
10
Him
His Eyes Look Soft, Hair Is Dark
Every Time I See Him I Feel That Spark
He Seems A Tough One, A Real Bad Guy
Just Once I’d Like Him To Notice Me, Maybe Even Try
Even With The Baggy Jeans I Think He Has The Style
Just The One Glance He’s The Best By A Mile
All The Lads Together, Playing Pool & Drinking Beer
Think He’s Way Outta My Depth, But I Won’t Shed A Tear
Has A Tattoo On Right Shoulder, Small But Hot
Saw It That Night Out At Their Spot
Also An Earring He Has Got
Does He Ever Notice Me I Think Not
The Gate Crashed Party Was First Time We Seen Him
She Seen Him First I Thought He Looked Pretty Dim
But Then That Time On Good Friday
All The Guys Down By The Chalet
He Caught My Eye, Was Quite A Guy
I Couldn’t Speak, Couldn’t Even Try
Sat By The Car Drinking Booze
Oh The Charisma He Did Ooze.
Rachel Willcox
11
Insecurities
The feelings that I hold, are struggling to be told
The life that I am living makes me think I should just be bold,
But once you open up, all your mind is there to see
This vulnerability will surely get to me.
It feels to me that if I let go and begin to tell you so
The gate would be open and my guard would be low,
It always felt different when I explained things before
But it seems at the moment I cannot do that anymore.
Its best to keep a lock around the thoughts I have brewing
So many different things in my head, my mind must be stewing,
For it is no longer possible for me to express what I think
Maybe One day though my mind will pull itself back from the brink.
I find it easier to express my thoughts this way, the ink onto the paper
It seems a lot less daunting then carrying on with all that caper,
I guess I could say I am scared of telling all I'm feeling
Its just how I can cope, Its just the way I'm dealing.
When I open my mind, I open my heart
I learnt before that it easily gets torn apart,
The chances of opening my soul once again are slim
There is just no easy way to really tell him.
With the blink of an eye, my thoughts can be hidden
Even though my mind is actually still ridden,
One day in the future If you still want to know
I will do my best, but please be patient If I'm slow!
Rachel Willcox
12
Keep Being You
Just because no one has been fortunate enough
to realize what a gem you are...
doesn't mean you shine any less!
Just because no one has been smart enough
to figure out that you can't be topped...
doesn't stop you from being the best.
Just because the right person hasn't
come along to share your life...
doesn't mean that day isn't coming.
Just because no one has made
this race seem worth while...
doesn't mean you should stop running!
Just because no one has shown up
who can love you on your level...
doesn't mean you have to sink to theirs.
Just because you deserve
the very best there is...
doesn't mean that life is always fair.
Just because you haven't yet found your king/queen
doesn't mean that you're not already a queen/king
Just because your situation doesn't seem
to be progressing right now...
doesn't mean you need to change a thing!
Keep shining, Keep running,
Keep hoping, Keep praying,
Keep being exactly what you are already...
Wonderful & Complete!
Rachel Willcox
13
Look At Me!
When you look up at me
What is it that you see?
Is it a smile the length of a mile
Or is it a heart beaming with denial!
When you stare and cast your eyes to the side
What are you thinkin, Should I run & hide,
I crash to the floor, not wanting anymore
The hurt in my head is starting to bore.
Does the look I get mean you hate me
Or do you just treat me differently,
Something in my mind has started to let go
I just wish you would look around, notice & tell me no!
If you really could look at me, right in the eye
I think I would be prepared for another goodbye,
Your features tell a story of the thought in your head
What is it I ask, watever it is, you never said!
Rachel Willcox
14
Mental Feelings
This Spirit is killing me
I need my time, can’t you see?
Life’s too short to be this bad
Don’t you understand why I’m so sad?
Looking forward instead of back
That’s the best way to stay on track
Keep your strength, make it grow
But realise this process is slow
Bringing back the world’s insight
Into your mind, your feeling bright
Remember to breathe, resist the fright
Keep going don’t give up the fight
Forever thinking, sometimes down
Please do not moan when I need to frown
I’ll recover in my own way
If I’m not smiling leave me till another day
Rachel Willcox
15
Mind Darkness
I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do
I am really sorry for the things that I have put you through
I've tried to find a place to sit and think about these times
But it doesn't seem to work, my head spins with rhymes.
I don't want to give up the fight, of having you as my friend
I miss you more then you can see,
I wish I was the person you want me to be.
Rachel Willcox
16
Missing You
I miss you when something good happens to me,
Because you are the one I want to share it with.
I miss you when something bad happens to me,
Because you make everything better.
I miss you when I cry,
Because you hug my tears away.
I miss you when I'm laughing,
Because you make my laughter grow.
I miss you through all those times,
But I miss you the most when I'm laying in bed at night,
Thinking about you, Because before I always knew,
Someway, Somehow, You were thinking of of me too.
And that is why it is then that I miss you most.
Because I'm not so sure,
You're thinking about me Anymore...
Rachel Willcox
17
My Mates
I was sitting here thinking
of words I wanted to say,
but they just wouldn't come out right
so I found a different way.
I got a piece of paper
and I wrote this poem for you,
but there's no way to thank you
for everything you do.
For always being nice to me
and staying by my side,
for helping fix my problems
and never leaving me behind.
For accepting my thoughts and feelings
though you do not understand,
for never giving up on me
and being my best friend.
For making me laugh
and letting me cry,
and saying you'd miss me
if I were to die.
Everything you mean to me
you could never know,
in all the ways you've changed my life
I could never show.
The way you take care of me,
your my shining star
and though it's so incredible
that's just the way you are.
Before I get to mushy
it's time for me to go,
but before I leave this ink-filled page
there's one thing you should know.
As long as we are living
no matter when or where,
if you ever need me
just call and I'll always be there.
I'll climb a thousand mountains
and swim a thousand seas
anything to be there
cause you always been there for me.
Rachel Willcox
18
Pouring Out My Heart
Sitting here in the chair and thinking, will I ever hear from you, I'm blinking,
Wondering why my mind is fried, my heart could soon be sinking.
Am I really just a phase to you, someone to help you see and pull you through
Or did you confide to keep an option open, maybe its wrong and what you speak is
true.
I think about how I feel now time has given me an option, what was it I should have
said?
Was I right to tell the truth, letting my feelings unbed or should i have kept it in my
head?
I look at myself in a mirror and feel ashamed for liking you so much
Am I being selfish by truly gasping, wanting to feel your touch?
A week has passed since you opened your heart and told me how you felt
The words sunk in and mind grew thin as I noticed my heart melt.
I feel the same I said to you, knowing of such a complication
Its tough to know what to do, this isnt a great situation.
The rhymes I phrase upon this page, makes it look its all I care for,
As days go by and friends do fly, my mind doesnt want it anymore.
But if I were to lose you from in my life, it would be quite a sadness
And even though I wish to be friends, maybe your sick of such a madness.
The page is small, my words a little, the time has come to end this riddle
But before I do there is one more thing I wish to tell from my mind of griddle.
You were my friend, a true sweet gent, so kind, soft and funny
I will believe the best was meant from words you spoke to me huni
Just so you know, mine were true too and I will always be here for you!
Rachel Willcox
19
Rain Cloud!
Watch It, Crawling Surface Creeping
Then The Cars That Are Always Beeping
Strength Is Needed, Truly Deserved
Beat Em Down Show Them Your Not Preserved
When The Time Comes You Shall Know
Do Not Worry, But If You Do It Does Not Show
Pleasant Trips Taken Yearly
Contributed To You Dearly
Second Sighting Before Fighting
Watch Those Tendons, Please No Biting
Freaky Washers Bee Bop Stoppers
Always Facing The Brunt From The Choppers
Furious Weathers Thundering Down
When It Rains I Always Frown
Weather’s Tough To Understand
Maybe Clouds Should Be Banned
Life Is Freaky, Rain Is Wet
Will There Be A Summer? Yeh? Wanna Bet?
Slim To None Is My View
Hopefully This Year The Sun’s Not Through
Partly Mine Partly Yours
But That Don’t Let You Away With The Chores
Stand Tall With That Head Up High
But Please Don’t Forget Me, Say Goodbye.
Rachel Willcox
20
Risk
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental
To reach out for another is to risk involvement
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self
To play your ideas, your dreams before the crowd
is to risk their loss
To love is to risk not being loved in return
To live is to risk dying
To hope is to risk despair
To try is to risk failure
But risk must be taken, because the greatest hazard
in life is to risk nothing
The person who risks nothing, does nothing,
has nothing and is nothing
He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply
cannot learn to feel, change, grow, love.
Chained by his certitudes, he is a slave
He has forfeited freedom
Only a person who risks.....is free
Rachel Willcox
21
Rob Zombie
When I see the picture on my wall, it doesnt fade me or make me fall.
I see the face trying to be full of hate, but those eyes will not co-operate.
With your films I first heard your name, but it was your music that shot you to fame.
The films are mad, so weird and scary, my mum thinks your extremely hairy.
When I hear that said about you, I try to say its not how you look but what you do.
Your mind is crazy, completely mad, full of weird things even if they can be bad.
Your crazy work, I admire so.. I like to see the way you go.
The return to music is also good, I just wish you'd play in my neighbourhood.
This little rhyme was written about you, to prove that your work does get through.
From a fan who loves your crazy way, even if the influence stays at bay.
So thank you Mr Zombie for all you do, the showbiz world really does need you!
(not my best piece but its just a dedication to an amazing star)
Rachel Willcox
22
Temptation
Starry eyes that see the sky,
they see above and want to fly.
Feeling hurt and peeking through
A looking glass, easy for you.
Temptation looms, I hold it back,
The chance to touch should I interact?
I want to know what it is your seeing,
Out those eyes that fill with being.
If my mind was to tell the truth,
Its you I want, what would be proof?
I look above, I look beyond,
To see the edge of this hellish pond.
With eyes so bright and a smile so cheeky,
How can I refuse the offer so meekly?
Too see those eyes so close to mine,
Would be the only thing I shouldnt decline!
Rachel Willcox
23
The Frightening Fear
Fear of oneself is a fear deep within
To scrap through the noise and deepen the grim,
Though life is precious its tough to see
The wanting and needing of some to me!
I do not deny, that feeling inside
My mind is blowing but it won't decide,
What is it I want from the life I am holding
Or is it a case of a severe social Moulding.
I'm feeling more at ease with the thoughts in my head
My mind does not spin when I lie on my bed,
I bet this will sound strange to some who do not know me
I don't mind though Its I that needs to see.
Sitting here now and thinking about this
The fear has subsided, I feel a little bliss,
The thing I did do I am not proud about
But forever thankful for this extra shout.
The fear I do feel is a fear of not knowing
What does lie ahead with the time always growing,
The feelings I have felt are tough to push out
Its frightening to think of the fears that run throughout.
Rachel Willcox
24
Things We Take For Granted
Too often we don't realize
what we have until it is gone;
Too often we wait too late to say
'I'm sorry - I was wrong.'
Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
we hold dearest to our hearts;
And we allow foolish things
to tear our lives apart.
Far too many times we let
unimportant things into our minds;
And then it's usually too late
to see what made us blind.
So be sure that you let people know
how much they mean to you;
Take that time to say the words
before your time is through.
Be sure that you appreciate
everything you've got
And be thankful for the
little things in life
that mean a lot.
Rachel Willcox
25
Unfortunate Sights
When my world smiles
I feel on top of my game
The whole thing lasts for miles
Just for this I should take the blame.
I always wondered when I would feel free
I suppose that might never be
The hearts and souls of many a more
When life is seen as a total bore.
Just don't understand which way is best
How is it fair, In your life feeling like a guest
I will understand the world, one day
Maybe then I can have my say.
Its time to stop and take a look
One day I'll be able to provide that left hook
Just step aside, look beyond it
I'm finding it tough to even look a little bit.
Rachel Willcox
ALL POEMS OF RATAN
Poetry Series
Ratan ...
- poems -
2
A Ballad of Christina Valerie
There lives a beauty to behold
In the South side of Surrey;
An angel of a girl called,
Christina Valerie.
Shiny black tress,
Eyes with heavenly gleam,
Pleated dress,
Makes her every man's dream.
Yes, most beautiful girl in whole city;
More beautiful than beauty personified.
She is Christina Valerie -
Talk of the town, a charm glorified.
Her father long since gone,
Left her with nothing, but cattle, to live upon.
A brother too young to learn,
A mother too old to earn.
Nothing but cattle came to her aid,
And she chose to become a milkmaid.
Yes, poorest girl in whole city;
She is Christina Valerie.
Now, last Friday, about a week ago,
When she was walking through thick mulberry,
Did four gangsters surround,
And tried to molest poor Valerie.
Yes, most unfortunate girl in whole city;
She is Christina Valerie.
But the four men soon learnt a lesson -
Never mess with any woman.
She beat them black and blue,
And they looked like crumpled tissue.
Then it began to drizzle,
And the so-called gangsters, lay on the ground like
Scattered pieces of jigsaw puzzle.
This won her respect in Surrey,
'The most valiant girl in whole city'.
She is Christina Valerie.
Yes, most beautiful girl in whole city;
More beautiful than beauty personified.
She is Christina Valerie -
Talk of the town, a charm glorified.
-
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Ratan ...
4
A Lasting Interlude
Mirror reflects solitude
as my face fades away in time.
That intangible agony
of unfulfilled dream
drowns Martha in her prime.
I shovel the barren land,
in hope of water - my tears;
I prepare to cultivate
near unassailable sangfroid
amidst the din of prevenient fears.
My soul transcends its frivolous
expectations - revolutionary path
to Okinawa doth no longer inspire.
It yearns to wander in Oklahoma;
neon lights, white wine -
a perfect Sabbath.
-
Note: 'Martha' refers to 'Martha of Bethany'
Ratan ...
5
A Love that eludes me
My mind ricochets off every tangible entity under the burnished sun, around every
beating heart seeking Erato with whom I shared an incestuous sojourn once. Love
poems she told me as we flew together hand in hand flitting among sundry clouds and
undulating ferns have ripened in my flimsy cognizance. I recall her gratifying moans as
we made love covered in a translucent sheet of white sand on the bank of Rhine; the
vails of lavish foreplay and uncouth prurience make remembrance dear even after the
sun has long declined.
autumnal dawn -
she sculpts herself in sand, tidal
waves long for her.
In perfect silence and mock disambiguation, Rhine flows enshrouding her impulsive,
stymied sighs.
-
Author's Note: My muse, Erato, often eludes my imagination, which refrains me from
producing poetry marked with aesthetics of sensuality and romantic love. In this
Haibun, I attempt to describe my indulgence in promiscuity with her erotic self once
and my dismissive ineptitude of alluring her to sleep around with me again.
Ratan ...
6
An Occasional Poet that I am
To Heinrich Karl Bukowski - a master poet that he was!
Huh...what an occasional poet
I am!
With sherry to complement
my waywardness
and a few drops of ink
to supplement my
quasi-heuristic inklings,
I venture into a world
fraught with shooting hyperboles
and quintessential imagery.
An outline of a distant dream
encased in a cloud
that I try hard to rupture
against some auburn sun
and expect a rainbow in return -
this is me and my poetry.
Huh...what an occasional poet
I am!
Ratan ...
7
Artistic Effulgence
Too much praise, inflates;
Too much criticism, deflates;
A right mix of both keeps the heart
In its right place.
Genuine criticism
May be like acid rain,
And may bring along pessimism
Flavoured with loads of disdain.
While, genuine praise,
May herald incessant proclaim
And may bring along optimism
Flavoured with loads of acclaim.
But an artist's disposition must be sanguine.
He must show no supine
When shown apathy, bovine;
Or frolic in ecstasy
When showered laudations, divine.
An artist is but a creator,
Not money but audience is his motivator.
He is emotional at heart,
Unforgiving jurisprudence may tear him apart.
Audience, have mercy on this kindred soul
And give his work a chance to explore
The very depths of your soul
Before writing him off as a failure,
For your entertainment is his only goal.
-
Ratan ...
8
Beggarwoman
Her wasted dignity screams intermittently
at the crisp evening crowd
when her cupped hands with palms heavenwards
are denied munificence
of peremptory and coordinated jaded insignificance.
Tousled grays reveal a scalded scalp,
three limbs from saclike torso ramify,
lacerated raiments bare a shrivelled sagging bosom:
taut black currants on a deflated prosaic cupcake
pronounce her gender. She is the coy mistress
of a dog; they learn to eat and play along.
A giddy precipice of happiness and warmth
they share
lends an air of verisimilitude
to an otherwise exasperated soul.
-
Author's Note: A dilapidated beggarwoman finds solace in the company of an animal
despite being surrounded by colorless mortals.
Ratan ...
9
Black
She came alive to darkness,
Shrouded by the yellow light
Of rising sun, dressed
In pink - radiant and bright.
She was awake to tenderness
Of maternal zephyr, bloom
Of white Chrysanthemum, aimlessness
Of pigeons - their immortal gloom.
She then peered into infinite blackness
And with a subdued cry,
Drifted into misty pleasantness -
And forever closed her eyes.
Ratan ...
10
Chronicles of Bill, The Boss - I
I
My boss to my utmost dismay,
Makes me work night and day.
I start from my dorm,
When it's not yet morn.
Down I run to my office,
In order to avoid my boss's atrophies.
Once I'm in,
And lo I'm pinned.
With permission neither to drink nor pee,
I sit in my cubicle like a golf ball on a tee.
Difficult tasks to which I've no clues in 'n out,
Come my way as if I'm Hercules without.
Even if I am hungry,
I dare not go for lunch,
Fearing my boss may be angry,
I refrain from munching Crunch.
With difficulty, somehow, I make it to the cafe at four,
And pop open my lunch box to grab oats and bar.
I dig in lunch with communicator to my ears,
Briefing my boss about the progress of my peers.
At last, I'm asked the state of my project,
Despairingly I say, it's dismal, haywire and abject.
Bang, goes down the receiver then,
Hang, I know this is my end.
I can imagine, my boss going blue and red,
Life, for me, is no longer like roses on bed.
I stop my lunch half way through,
'Your boss is a monster! ', Dogbert said it true.
I return to my desk,
And curse my boss for being a pesk.
Like a batsman out for a duck,
Curse, as well, my stars that chalked such ill-luck.
II
Yesterday, it was a warm Sunday afternoon,
11
And I had been working since there was full moon.
'Ring, ring, ring', rang the phone,
And at other end, I could hear my boss's drone.
Like a bug-bitten, conscience-smitten, rusty flea,
I was delegated more work with neither mercy nor room for any plea.
'Complete this by EOD today, '
'Or else bear consequences like Asok yesterday.'
To the best of my knowledge, Asok was fired,
I didn't want the same, only after a few days I was hired.
'I'll put in whatever I can to complete the job',
And aside I said, 'For the monster like you, who as well is a hob'.
Toiled I till eleven,
Twelve,
One,
Two,
Three,
And four,
Worked, worked and worked till my eyes went sore.
I woke up from the slumber, suddenly at eight,
And cursed my fate, 'Why the hell at all did I sleep? '
With just an hour for the goblin to be in,
I felt like throwing everything right into the bin.
My boss did not show up until it was eleven,
The work place in his absence felt just like heaven.
Suddenly, he emerged from nowhere, while I was in the cafe,
And announced in a triumphant voice that today is his birthday party.
We were invited to show up at eight,
And finally to see oneself out of this inferno, no one could wait!
Ecstatic, jocund, jolly and gay,
Exit at eight seemed obvious, come what may.
The idea of leaving after forty hours,
Brought tears of joy.
What a Gaelic victory it'd be, oh boy!
Sharp at eight and to our dismay,
Our boss announced that party has been called off,
Prefering not to reason out; such a pretentious display.
There are rumours that his wife called off the party,
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Fearing a waste of money in something that is unnecessarily extravagant and gaudy.
Hearing this bad news,
And pondering upon others' views,
I could not contain myself.
Suddenly, my torso began shaking under my vest,
And soon did I realize that I was suffering from a massive cardio-vascular arrest,
...And I do not really know what happened next.
...
III
As soon as I opened my eyes,
I found beautiful nurses buzzing over me with lovely eyes.
One of them examining my heart beat,
Another giving me fruits to eat,
The third sitting at my feet,
Scanning my progress report with contempt and deceit!
She pouted, 'No need to bask in joy among women of nature so convivial',
'A second arrest and you stand no chance of either revival or survival.'
Hearing this, my joy knew no bounds,
If this reaches my boss, my life at office would be safe and sound.
In came my boss with a bouquet of cheap flowers,
'Hey man, it looks like you have regained your lost power! '
'No, no, no! ', recoiled I, as fast as I could,
'I'm sick, please believe the nurse's word.'
The doctor convinced my boss that I was as feeble as a decayed weed,
And requested him to pay on my condition some humane heed.
'T'cha, t'cha, t'cha', my boss lamented,
'What a sin it is to overload my dear friends with work! ', he repented.
In the next team meeting, he put forth a proposition,
'No one will work for more than eight hours, irrespective of his position',
And called forth a unanimous decision,
Which was heartily accepted without any opposition.
And everything ended well because of my indisposition!
IV
But the proposition was long forgotten after a few seasons!
-
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Ratan ...
14
Chronicles of Bill, The Boss - II
I
'What'd you like,
To be praised,
Or criticized? ',
Asked my 'humble' boss,
To my utter surprise,
With a glimmer of evil in his eyes.
'Think not this as a special favor or device,
I grant you a last wish
Before you bid adieu to this holy premise.'
...
...
'Comm 'on, speak out!
This is your opportunity and not mine
Give me a chance to shower on you,
Poppy, dahlia and jasmine.'
'Ok, Boss!
Not a single word, I promise to chew,
Dear Boss,
I've had enough of you! '
'I must admit,
You reign my dreams;
Overshadowing my girlfriend,
You stand supreme! '
'Day in and day out how hard
I worked;
Sick of covering up your mistakes -
Doing the tissue-paper work'
'While you basked in the servitude of the team;
Eclipsed all success and praises
And did not allow your team a gleam'
'Age has begun to show on my face,
Serving your god-forsaken grace
With the assiduity of a slave
And all for a meager salary,
Sans salutation
And incessant vituperation'
'I cannot strive on a relationship
Asymbiotic;
I'm done doing in your leadership,
Back-breaking photosynthesis'
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'A billion abuses are not enough
To kill the monster in you.
So, I thought it best
To give up my job in lieu'
'You are the lord of this manor -
A self-styled leader of this dungeon;
A cause of your team's pallor,
Depriving it of fun and recreation'
'Oh! I missed your qualities, known to a few.
Favoritism and nepotism also empower you'
'Before you could praise me,
I praised you.
Love and respect is mutual and reciprocative
Mind you.'
'Adieu, my friend! Adieu! '
I could see his visage turn pale, askance;
I guess, I have had a wonderful revenge.
But, what's the use?
This sermon for him will be soon past tense.
II
A few years down the line,
I came to know,
Bill has been appointed as the CEO
Of Macy's line.
-
Ratan ...
16
Confessions
I prefer to scribe
my confessions with
graphite.
For if it
leaves a scar
on my conscience,
I can efface it.
Whereas, ink,
though ingenious
in scripting requiem,
may leave the sobriquet
smudged.
Ratan ...
17
Cosmetic Dreams
To Ogden Nash - the master rhymer.
Aisles are decorated with garish creams
that promise to perk up and garnish your dreams.
There is one that lifts age off face -
irons out the wrinkles and has dark spots effaced.
Another guarantees fairness for dusky hue;
bets on life to turn the world on you.
Some concoct an advert for self-tan lotion:
'Get organically tanned by this magical potion'.
Skin rendered rough by too much makeup? !
Allow cold cream and moisturizer to take the task up.
There are creams which facilitate light reflection,
thereby creating an illusion of enlightenment.
Acne can now be dissolved by wonder creams
even in an hour before one's wedding!
With so many creams on the aisle,
I can change myself in a while!
But these creams are for external use only;
cannot be applied on a heart that is dark and gloomy.
I'm yet to decide which is more important to me.
Is it external or is it internal beauty?
Ratan ...
18
Crumpled
I rest silently in the bin, staring
vapidly at my tormentor from within.
But I still hold its discarded words -
a raw garland of emotions -
close to my soul - crumpl'd, defunct; yearning it'd
alliterate them with notion,
passion and poetic lust.
An unfinished verse - my epitaph.
Ratan ...
19
Defeat is but another Feat
On India's early exit from the T20 Cricket World Cup 2009...
MSD led his blue caps
to London.
But the team was soon wrapped
up and came undone.
Who is to be blamed?
The captain, the media
or the very idea
of franchises’ gain.
Methinks, we needn’t blame the team.
To loose, it didn’t mean.
Let’s as a nation mollify
and let’s not crucify
a team with which we identify.
Ratan ...
20
Discovering God
For God.
As a kid, I often wondered,
'How tough is it being God? ! '
You need to answer every prayer,
make amends and repairs,
accept criticism
(derogative, blasphemous -
fraught with pessimism) ,
record births, record deaths,
smiles scattered and tears shed,
plant trees, flood rivers,
restore faith in estranged believers.
As I grew a moustache and beard,
I discovered
being God is relatively easier
than my limited faculties could gather.
All you need to do is pretend to listen,
preserve a grim demeanor
and forget everything that has been said
just before 'Amen'.
Exercise your own volition,
serve best for some and worst for others;
then mutter under your breath, 'I don't care! '
While sculpting humans,
sprinkle a pinch of lust, anger, greed, ego, attachment
in varying proportions
to lend chutzpah to your creations.
With a bucketful of nachos and salsa as side,
sit back and recline
on cloud nine.
Take a deep breath, relax
and watch as titans wax and clash
for survival and cash.
Disclaimer: This verse does not intend to hurt the religious sentiments of any individual
or community. Views expressed by the author are personal.
Ratan ...
21
Donna
Her tender lips
kiss
Jack Daniels
on the rocks;
reward succulence in red
to Glencairn Glass.
Djarum Black
escapes
from her plump pucker;
lends
sensuality to morning air.
My woman,
Donna,
is dead
to the world.
Moon
bathes her in silver
as the morning sun
frolics
to catch her glimpse.
Ratan ...
22
Emancipated Communion
In the next journey
(not as subtle as this one) ,
I'll learn to emancipate myself
from the transcendent leprechauns
of wavering faith and quivering notions.
An indubitable state of being
will connote my presence
in an elusive realm.
Naked Happiness
in its most pristine form
cajoles the bohemian Romany;
he eludes her presence
and flits among the ruins
of dead seasons
and hitherto delusive realism.
-
Note: The author reconnoiters on life after death and contemplates on his inability to
break free from the shackles of temporal stupor.
Ratan ...
23
flash flood
at 10: 55
in the night...
depressing sight -
torrential rains,
trees insane,
muddy pool,
blood and drool,
houses shatter,
lives scatter.
at 06: 30
in the morn...
nation mourns,
news flash,
egos clash -
titans tongue,
mortals harangue.
figures rise,
aides arrive.
at 07: 00
in the even...
access toll,
dead, injured
put on roll.
still no food,
no money,
little Emily
sits by her
dead family.
Ratan ...
24
Getting Dressed Up for Work
I stare at the closet,
'Another day! ' - let out a dramatic sigh.
Onerously, I open the left panel
and then the right.
'This is all I've got...? ! ',
I dolefully commiserate.
Carefully, I select a least wrinkled shirt,
'Unironed! ', I gasp.
No wife to blame either;
trouser's rumpled as well.
'Tie, kerchief, wallet,
belt, cufflinks, shoes, socks...
...wherever thou art,
it's time to start', I plead.
The last thing I do
is perfume myself.
Tiny globules of fragrance
halo me, but fail to defeat
malodorous me.
Everything's done.
I steal a quick glance at the mirror.
It doesn't lie, they say. And it didn't!
With hair unkempt
I still look handsome.
Ratan ...
25
Gothika
Inspired by 'Love Child' (Song) by R. Dean Taylor, Frank Wilson, Pam Sawyer, Deke
Richards.
Haven't seen my Father.
Mother met him once.
Did they meet at a protest march
against homosexuality;
at an AIDS rally;
or in an aisle of a drugstore
rummaging through syringes and
flavored condoms?
Decades of illegitimacy
commenced
when dawn lifted
the veil of pointless happenstance.
My flesh was heir
to lavish prurience -
two bodies sharing passionate liaison.
My ambitions ran amok
in antiquated tenement
like detritus
stunned by marauding cyclone.
Paper planes trailed
sedentary malevolence
and kites plunged in
mock disambiguation.
Combers of promiscuity dissolved
silver soul
in vapid despair
while social firmament
wreaked vernal effervescence
to empty tears.
This bastardy misery
has earned me coarse bread
with a dash of tang
at a lesbian bar;
burgundy pigtails,
pierced tongue,
embellishments of indelible colors
on my arm.
As I run my fingertips
along the shoreline of a brunette's corset
(intertwined hearts beating together) ,
nocturnal carnation
reminds me
of fragile misery of mother's
sensual climax.
26
Ratan ...
27
Gramercy Mother
O gentle Mother,
my ears are wrought
to disport thine plaintive song.
You seek to employ your son
to get good riddance of earthen fragments? !
This chamber whereinto dreams
from heaven usurp my being
and cradle my perplexed soul,
that upkeeps Dickens, Shakespeare, Dickinson,
Milton, Crane,
can never be the sombre destination
of potter's grains;
they hatch to playfully cavort
in the jocund environs under the April sun.
But, whatever motley detritus, which thou sayeth
has perchance inscribed my chamber
must seek execution at the hands of
the celebrated fille de chambre.
Where doth she travail?
'The Lord requires of thee',
say so and bid her hither anon.
O sweet Mother,
methinks, thine son embodies
soulless wit and fragile gumption,
so hark not to his repudiations anymore
and tread on to lavish pleas
onto bodies more suitable
to implement thine commandment.
Gramercy, O divine Mother!
Thy ratification is told of love so couth,
reckless, naive and sanguine forsooth.
Ratan ...
28
Greetings My Friend
Greetings neighbors, hello friends!
Summer 'n Winter are life's primal trends.
Cake and joy and kidney pie
Serve a reminder of days gone by.
Pills and bills and igneous sparks
Curtail the melody of soaring skylark.
Journey begins sharp at eight -
A reminiscent of joyous gait.
Lunch at one and dinner at ten,
And Milk at bedtime with Sean Penn.
Ingenious comedy of Charlie Chaplin,
Soothing tune of legendary Zeppelin,
Stir emotions and shroud in peace,
Shredding boundaries of poignant grief.
But latent apparitions of harrowing tension
Come haunting with superficial precision.
Gloom usurps mirth and joy,
Fear of failure grips the boy.
Equipped with self-belief, grit and will,
He ushers himself to New Year
With the temerity of Winston Churchill.
An year lost and an year gained
Will have all his sorrows maimed.
When Christmas bells begin to chime
Live and prosper is the bottom line.
Ratan ...
29
Haiku# 1
Rain drops
disappear like cries of
war victims
-
Ratan ...
30
Haiku# 2
Warmth of summer:
the sunshine of your love,
O Mother!
-
Ratan ...
31
Haiku# 3
One day of early spring
A martyr's mother cries
I forget him
-
Ratan ...
32
Haiku# 4
Another blizzard:
buried hopes alive,
under thick ice
-
Ratan ...
33
Haiku# 5
Kaleidoscopic leaf:
ripple in lake; scarecrow
stands unperturbed
-
Ratan ...
34
Haiku# 6
incessant rains,
Chrysanthemum in my home still thirsty
but cacti're drenched
Ratan ...
35
Haiku# 7
fallen jasmines -
fragrant, beatific, beautiful,
lifeless - scattered
Ratan ...
36
Haiku# 8
Feet mercilessly crush
autumnal plight; chase fleeting
wintery verdure. Oh!
Ratan ...
37
Her Life at GB Road
She resides at the heart of darkness -
within the confines of blasphemy.
The walls are painted bright
by the color of anticipated larceny.
She creates melody in bed
but doesn't lend her voice
and stares at the moon;
often marvels at its placid poise.
Her son kites alone
with birds and kites: the world.
Panchatantra falls open
untouched, unread, untaught.
Pity her life, her beauty,
everything gathers dust,
while she dutifully yields
to someone's temptation
and devouring lust.
Ratan ...
38
Humble Desire
Humble Desire
Movie: Roja
Director: Mani Ratnam
Music Composer: AR Rahman
Lyrics (Tamil) : Vairamuthu
Desires of this little heart are mortified -
innocent desires of a blithsome heart
to reach out to moon and stars,
the desire to conquer skies.
Wish today I exude redolence
like flowers sprinkle in garden their fragrance.
Wish yonder clouds be my veil,
wish I exult unhinged, uncurtailed;
the world trussed up with my lithesome braid.
The promised land transudes efflorescence such,
blossoms my heart, unbridled thus.
Wish I sing like a nightingale,
wish my self manifests piscine demeanor.
My youth is but motley dream's harbinger.
-
PS: Oscar, Golden Globe, Grammy and BAFTA winning composer, AR Rahman, debuted
as a music director in movies with Tamil political thriller 'Roja' which was released in
1992 and catapulted Rahman to instant stardom. Roja's soundtrack is listed in TIME's
10 Best Sountracks of all time.
I've made a humble attempt at translating 'Choti Si Asha' (a song from Roja's
soundtrack dubbed in Hindi) into English. Inputs from Hindi speaking populace for
meliorating this interlingual rendition are welcome.
Ratan ...
39
I'm As Good As Dead
God, You have given me everything;
Healthy food to eat, nice job and a beautiful house to live in.
You have fulfilled every wish,
Spotless clothes to wear, scholarly books to read,
And loving parents, whom I always miss!
What more can I ever ask for?
I may ask for jewels, gems and success,
Fooling myself with wordly pleasures, amiss
Satisfaction and Happiness!
I know to give me more, You are much eager,
And always I keep my hands spread like a beggar.
How often have I thanked You for giving me everything?
Lamenting, weeping and crying always -
God, I still have nothing!
During every prayer, I demand for something new!
And, jolly You,
Never tired of me, but granting my wish in lieu!
I'm only living for myself,
Of what good, am I to others?
I've neither wiped a tear of an orphan,
Nor have I visited a leper in his den.
I pride myself in earning a million every year,
What's so good 'bout it, if it can't even wipe someone's tears? !
Working hard to see myself happy,
Am I not fooling myself?
Real happiness lies in making someone happy,
Who's void of happiness.
I pray Thee, O Dear God,
Make my life a sacrifice to those,
Who want food to eat and something
They can call their own home.
I'm tired of living the life of an animal,
Feeding myself and always fighting for my own survival.
Through trying times, You had me successfully led,
Grant this last wish O God,
This is my only key to Success and Happiness.
If I cannot cater to hungry with food,
Don't You think, I'm As Good As Dead? !
-
Ratan ...
40
in bejeweled casket
a silhouette melts into the twilight.
a taciturn tongue and a heart no more
rest among the ruins of subcutaneous
carnation. wreaths with flowers welded
by my viscous love adorn the dead.
a preamble escapes from emblazoned lips,
I shed a tear then. virtuous eyes - blinded now
by death, see a fervent display
of trepid empathy.
someone who is six feet below life now
can hardly count his volatile blessings.
-
Note: The author observes an ostensible display of grief and sycophancy by the
mourners at a funeral. He bemocks their apathy towards the dead and portrays their
sorrow as nothing but 'volatile blessings' for the departed soul.
Ratan ...
41
Into the burning afternoon
Into the burning afternoon
waiting for a bleeding bus
to take me to never-never land.
Stray dogs hungrily battle
over a dead pigeon -
tearing at its wings.
Trees blend dulcet notes -
of songbirds, of ripened fruits;
rustling leaves forbid tritones.
Discarded paper, polythene and foliage
dance hysterically on the biting road.
A gentle tug at my trousers
spins me back into pain -
the chamber orchestra fades out;
am I ever to feel it again?
A translucent boy with
translucent anticipant eyes
wearing a translucent loincloth
stares at me; his translucent
palm outstretched.
As I fumble for nickels and dimes,
the roaring old monster threatens
to fly by.
I scamper to the dilapidated coach
and dissolve into the cloud of
smoke and dust, inadvertently
brushing aside the translucent
outstretched palm.
Still, the translucent eyes bid me
a transparent good-bye.
Ratan ...
42
Itch
Heedless of proffered pains, kitsch
Captivating, I relieve an itch,
Scratching my scalp - fingers playing in
Unison with black strings, gyrating.
Music is harsh, yet soothing - puerile,
Cuts cacophony, sieves rile;
Brings back my jocular senses.
I let out a deep sigh - content,
And eagerly wait for another
Spasmodic extravagance.
Ratan ...
43
Keep mum
Says Mum,
'Keep mum,
never hum
outta turn.'
So chum,
don't succumb
to hum.
Keep mum,
avert mayhem.
Ratan ...
44
Keeping up with Miranda
To homemakers.
Miranda is married to a house
painted red with bricks.
It lodges her feminine ego
and cellophane
she arsenals grocery in.
'I {Heart} My Husband'
says the bumper sticker
on her station wagon -
quite spruced up with nouns, pronouns
and possessive adjectives.
It's all Sisyphean labor though,
pushing conjugate verbs
up her fermented kids.
The odiferous dame
(of mint and lemon balm)
adds flavor and sunshine
to gourmet cuisine.
She expects approving glances;
wishes fervently
she's their
very best thing.
Delectable dessert, glottal emissions
and bulbous onions
conceal her sobs and whims.
She is ready to sing lullaby
to the third
while the fourth
continues to chime in.
As seconds trickle onto the mantle
and moon climbs uphill,
Miranda hums to the rattle of utensils
reveling in her discordant thrill.
Ratan ...
45
Kiss of Death
It gave me reason to cheer -
whispered silence into my ears,
wiped off all my tears,
bore away all my fears.
But, they began to disappear
everyone who to me are dear.
Alas, I can see them clear -
tear, fear, DEATH sans cheer.
Ratan ...
46
League of (Gray) Gentlemen
A bunch of antediluvian kids (hand in hand) -
torpid, hunched - entreat precipitated juices
and cherished memories
to gambol in juvenile repose
with their immortal inklings.
Cloudy heads (four) dance
to the savory tune of melodies
which sparse lips lend a jingoistic flair to
and thus exhume a very eclectic youth,
which once appeared tangy to an untrained eye,
has a mellowed charm about it
now.
They clap to cheer a treasured event
and punctuate cloistered existence
(in prevalent solitude)
with a hyperventilated laugh.
The withered, shriveled (sober) leaves
incessantly crackle (make merry)
under their feet, thus applauding
a phenomenal success at gray,
confabulated bukkake.
An evening in an evening, that is.
-
Author's Note: In this verse, I've attempted to script an evening in which four
not-so-young men relive their days of yore. They share the best that has bid them
adieu for good and shrug off the forbearance that is anticipated.
Ratan ...
47
Limerick# 1
There was an old man of London
Whose shoe-lace came undone;
He tipped over a cat,
Sitting on a mat -
The poor old man broke several bones.
Ratan ...
48
Liquid Soul
In memory of Pablo Neruda.
I am expended and done in consistence;
was subjected to the vicissitudes
of carnal existence,
relented to the servitude
of mortal obligations;
I stand before Thee
drenched
in colors
of Thy macrocosm.
Ethereal music is mute.
Divine utopia, shelled
by precipitated prurience
uncouth,
rests tattered -
her virginity, her youth
stolen
by her detractor.
I loath
another golden cage -
a walk under white sun,
elysian fruits,
leafy glade.
I wish to rest in crimson oceans,
and strike brightness
on unquiet stones.
Ratan ...
49
Moments before my death
I was sitting under beach umbrella;
sharing soul kiss and Merlot with Rita
when a deafening noise in the vicinity
followed by an agonizing pain
at the back of my head stunned me
and a pod of seabirds.
Bordeaux glass fell from my grasp
and rolled over, spilling every bit
of that divine liquid on sand.
Darkness fell, a giggle escaped,
a handsome pat landed on my back.
Then my limp frame toppled over
amidst the rush of waves and flutter
of escaping petrels.
Ratan ...
50
Moonlight Sonata
Moonlight scatters beatific radiance
across the pristine verdant ambience.
Soft susurration of tender maples
lends contralto to blithe zephyr.
Ethereal melancholy of moor yonder,
conjures an operatic silence.
Taciturn fire-beetles dot the silver evening
with frivolous sparks of desire.
Hither treads my dearest with complexion
so fresh and sanguine that even moonflowers
that are hitherto imperturbable,
depict heliotropism.
They trip the light fantastic toe
as air du soir steals their fragrance
and serenades us with elemental joy.
We conjoin in soulful harmony;
our beating hearts complement
each other's seraphic presence.
As Hesperides spiels dulcet notes
and welkins perform ripieno concerto yon,
we weave rhythmic scherzo
of passion and unbridled devotion;
heavens bless us with blissful orgasm.
The Lethean silvern sonata
enamored me and my inamorata.
Note: 'Air du soir' is French for 'Evening air'.
Ratan ...
51
Mother's Waiting
Mother was agitated all morning;
awaited my return.
She spilled salt and pepper on table
and served egg on a cloud for lunch.
Coffee savored the table,
spoons jingled on the ground,
apple pie tasted like mutton -
titillated Butcher's mound.
Fats Waller beamed from the album cover;
mother silenced him with a wink.
My father signaled: disappear;
she definitely stopped to think.
Lee Wiley looped in her head:
'Once in a while, will you give just
one little thought to me...';
she cleared snow off driveway -
weaved a shoveled tapestry.
Bare boughs of winter trees
imitated her arms spread wide.
She rehearsed embraces and squeezes,
clinging on her tethered pride.
Then...
From a distance, flashed red and white;
her heart skipped a beat.
She felt this could be the end -
her joy beating the retreat.
The clergyman stepped out,
heralding my return.
Mother tempestuously broke down
to mourn my end.
Ratan ...
52
My Grandfather passed away on the 3rd Day of August,2005
In memory of my Grandfather - a man who toiled arduously to gift His posterity a
better future. May His soul Rest in Peace.
Like Ye, I can never aspire to be!
He lay on the bed
weak and fragile,
oblivious to emotions
running high and dry.
Father and I
sat by His side.
He quavered periodically -
slight and sighed.
Father's ear phoned His mouth;
tried hard to catch His
inarticulate sound.
His soul was lost somewhere
in an infinite isle,
struggled hard to break
the shackle of lies.
Father held His flaky hand,
palmed His wrinkled forehead
and stroked His eyebrows
with his thumb.
It was all cold and silent by then.
Miles He had walked
and slept in the end.
Father's emotions landed
on His cheek,
as transparent as Father-son,
son-Father relationship.
Ratan ...
53
My Lost Childhood
I wandered lonely in the woods;
chasing perennial sorrows
of a lost childhood -
lost somewhere there, in furrows.
Where I wept bitterly under
a tree on a street.
Where I braved penury and thunder
in a lonely retreat.
Where fatigue and tedium
were chaste and just.
Where love was a medium
to express devouring lust.
Where wax was used
to seal my eyes.
Where a girl was abused
until she died.
Where nights were young
even after dawn.
Where I was thrown among
rats forlorn.
Where stones were thrown
as if I were a dog.
Where the crown and throne
belonged to just one god.
Where hunger was weak,
and thirst was deep.
Where death kissed my cheek
and flies buzzed around this heap.
Where every pebble
bore my name.
Where every rebel
hailed me to fame.
Where every dropp of life
mattered to me.
Where every single strife
almost killed me.
The sun is harsh -
too harsh to bear.
Humanity is sparse -
no cries to hear.
A leafy glade
cannot provide any shade.
54
I cannot even swim ashore,
the deadly whirlpools
are ready to devour.
'I was born to roam
this street dotted
with dismal memories
of a lost childhood.'
Ratan ...
55
No Excuse to Booze
Dear son Bruce,
Let us cruise to Syracuse
where a bunch of prodigal youth
with wealth profuse
decided to choose
blood and booze
with no clues
that when blood oozed
they stepped right into criminal shoes
and the law accepted no excuse
to set them loose.
This poor bunch of Syracuse!
Kid, do party but do not booze
because when you booze
you tend to produce verbal abuse
and set yourself footloose.
So let us call it a truce
with hope that you'll ne'er confuse
ecstasy with booze.
God bless your daily nous,
Your loving grandfather,
Clement Ambrose.
Ratan ...
56
O tiny little orb!
Let that tiny shining spherical orb
roll down my cheek.
It's beautiful, isn't it? !
It bears the weight of my emotions
and waters my sparse existence.
Let it flood my asylum so deep
and pull me out of overwhelming grief.
'O tiny little orb! I beg you to dissolve
Lady Sorrow in your nectar and absolve
me of pain and misery for once
and for all.'
Ratan ...
57
Ode to Laziness
1
O Laziness, thy name is indolence!
This tuneless number in thy praise
Will amplify thy significance.
A fleeting minute in thy embrace
Is like manna in
A sordid place.
Thy abode is tranquil
With anxiety and melancholy wrung,
Yet parables of saints
Have blamed thou for life unsung!
2
Thou hath ruled kingdoms
Rendering their proprietors languid;
Thus preventing wars for freedom
Of territories, denizens cling with.
Chrysler, Ford, Newton,
Bell and Edison,
Were slaves to chronic laziness,
And inadvertently the reason
For mankind's well-being, happiness
And freedom.
3
If slow and steady wins the race,
Then why get pulled a hamstring,
Winning a rat race;
And still be written off as 'A rat with a limp'? !
O Laziness,
Goddess!
Thou art in my remembrance dear,
Hath navigated mankind through rough weather,
Sound and clear!
Necessity is the mother of invention,
And invention is thy grandson.
Bless humanity with judgement and reason
And pray thy will be done!
-
Ratan ...
58
Of Father, Son 'n Superman
For my Father - a man of esprit and action.
Father and I
share a warm
filial kinship.
Our orbits cross
at dinners
or lunches;
we exchange
pleasing glances,
he tenders me first bite
from his morsel -
a ritual we've been
practising for ages.
Then we talk about food,
weather, work, music,
state of Indian politics,
recent book I read,
verses I scripted,
and my latest idiosyncrasy.
See, most of it is about me!
Talking with him
is pleasantly cathartic.
One, he is ideologically
pragmatic.
Two, he speaks not
of oranges,
when I am
talking peaches.
Third, his speech
bridges our spirits.
Despite ills,
his benign smile is
fascinatingly
fascinating.
Blues affect me,
but not him;
his demeanor is
perpetually pleasing.
Oft he pats my back
and says he
takes pride in
perfection.
Somehow, I can't
bring myself
to associate
with his wanton
benefaction.
59
Perhaps, he's just
being kind,
for he's my Father
and I his son.
His humility
is humanely humbling.
He flowers the dead
and salvages the tumbling.
He never fumbles
for dimes and nickels,
ardently believes
they are fickle -
ones to be expended
on poor and piteous.
A mark of a man
humble and righteous.
The buck stops here.
Am I doing enough
to shelter his unbridled love
and care?
I seem too busy
(scratching my head
with rows of books
behind me)
to shoulder his
responsibilities.
But he gifts me infinity
to quench my fervid
intellectual curiosity.
Perhaps, this is what
love is meant to be.
Like a sorcerer,
he ferments my distress
to happiness
(thousand flambeaux
turn all at once)
and protects me from torrential
harmattan.
No wonder my Father is my Superman!
Ratan ...
60
Of Sepia and Saffron
Waking up, I fiddle with the remote.
Television feeds me emptiness
via satellites. The weather girl
in her sexy white dress tells me
it's cold - will snow along I-275.
She moves from coast to coast
with the assiduity of an albatross.
I miss the buzz and put Trane
to thoughts - jazz is like floating
on clouds in clear blue sky.
Roses I planted last spring
lie shrouded - defeated by snow
from heaven. How powerless I am!
Through the haze I see
when I was seven:
I chased butterflies and rainbows;
there were many picnics then.
I enjoyed runs along the creek
with limited friendship.
There were neither battles to win
nor immortality to achieve -
there was joy in abundance
which drowned me and now,
it's wine in ornamental chalice.
Yes, wine in ornamental chalice!
Ratan ...
61
Perambulations with my Grandfather
To my Grampa on his fifth death anniversary.
Like ye, I can never aspire to be!
-
He grabs walking stick and tiny arm at the stroke of four. I yawn but slog along. We
walk towards west. The fading sun tarnishes his specs in shades of yellow, ochre, blue,
purple - autumnal colors through his eyes I see. He hospitably waves at an airplane;
asks me to wave and repeat 'Bon voyage! '. Sometimes his words baffle me; belong to
a language I speak not. I tire running along; keeping up with his pace. My interest
begins to wane. I become cranky. He hoists me onto his shoulder; wonders aloud how
perky sparrows can be at this hour. We arrive at the confluence just in time. The sun
declines. We recline; he on tree and I on his veined legs. Both shut eyes; I sleep, he
ponders. While worlds evanesce, we coalesce - share delight of our company and sight.
Ratan ...
62
Plight of a Portrait
She could no longer cling
to the archipelago of emotions
which gave way to tears, emboldened
by the notion and fear
that this could be the last
she'd see of her only son -
Abraham.
He sits today on the mantle
against emerald - still.
She spends hours staring at him -
often praying, seldom crying.
But he is unmoved,
exudes an aura - serene, placid, smooth.
Confined behind a plate of glass,
he cannot share her sorrow. Alas!
But she often hears her son call
from behind the glass wall.
She then gradually passes into a transition
with a muted anticipation
that this is the last
she'd ever see of her only son -
Abraham.
Ratan ...
63
Pour ma fille - Bertille
Bertille,
tu es belle
ma fille.
Les mots ne peuvent
décrire votre
beauté.
Ratan ...
64
Preemption
Flickering polka dots
illuminate my path
through the aspen boulevard.
Time tides me up an
elusive realm fraught
with the necessities
of mundane existence.
Near the end,
I stop to watch
what's left behind.
There's no one except
my mother in tears,
helplessly lamenting
over my death - sans
love and prayer.
Ratan ...
65
Senryu# 1
Eight Olympic golds,
A puff of cannabis
Spoiled the bliss
-
Ratan ...
66
Senryu# 2
Barbie at fifty
Flaunts her years and beauty;
Wish I could
-
Ratan ...
67
Senryu# 3
ramification:
irrational maternal love -
sophistication
Ratan ...
68
Senryu# 4
At client's, with
bytes of code in pocket,
sitting idle.
Ratan ...
69
Sensationalism
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Explicit content. Reader's discretion is advised.
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Quarters twain and a cent
is the cost of killing
a 'celebrated' victim
in Sunday's edition.
Sunday -
a time to relax and relive.
Read with scant iconoclasm
and inflated prejudice
stories of rapes,
orgies and sodomies.
Of cocaine and roofies.
Of semen stained panties.
Roasted musketeers au jus
palatably plattered;
I leaf over and sus
the private lives
in wasted ink, splattered
across volumes and issues.
Sand castles brutally trampled
over scrambled eggs, coffee
and rampantly delicious tiramisu.
-
Author's Note: Media reclines on celebrity gossip to boost Sunday morning sales. This
verse takes a dig at the so-called media generated 'Sensationalism' that in most cases
may be construed as prevarication. Sunday mornings offer a sadistic reading
experience at the cost of celebrities' personal lives; thanks to sensationalism driven
journalism.
Ratan ...
70
She
What a priceless wealth heaven hath bestowed;
The form of a cherubic face
In this treacherous world - my host;
Triumphs over my agony with all grace.
I'm so lucky to be among a lucky few,
Well protected from being decayed and done,
As is the morning dew
Against the splendour of burning sun.
Never have I felt fatigued and famished,
Girdled around by your arms;
Manna have I relished,
Strongly fortressed from worldly harms.
-
Ratan ...
71
Something's good about Recession
I dunno how to deal
with this monster called recession!
Beg, borrow, steal
are the only options
available to complement
my lessening possessions.
Apart from eating into my wealth
and diminishing my wife's affection,
it has adversely affected my health -
my most cherished possession.
I'm jobless,
I'm unpaid.
I'm homeless -
waiting eagerly for Arnold's aid!
My kids are now poor -
they don't bully around;
they miss roof 'n door
and a princely compound.
My wife too has lost her jewellery,
her gymnasium to recession.
A hairdo like Hillary
is now a garish exhibition.
But something's good about recession.
It has curtailed
our obsession with worldly possessions
which in turn has entailed
our careful attention to social obligations.
Ratan ...
72
sonorous monologues - our epitaph
In memory of Vladimir Mayakovsky and Lilya Brik.
sweetheart,
this watery grave in Venetian Lagoon
has dissolved our love,
our soul.
we are lost in grey;
still somewhere,
rays of sun
are as white
as snow.
we painted our lives
in colors you chose.
alas,
vivid rainbow of love
has diffused
into sonorous monologues.
comeuppance
of love
has given us afflictions -
how keen;
but death is sweet -
good riddance
from poignant grief,
anxiety and spleen.
Ratan ...
73
Swan Song. Separation.
For Koyuki Kato - the most beautiful woman I ever saw.
You walk down the aisle
towards the altar;
we exchange vows
and promise togetherness
till death do us part.
In trice I see you depart,
down the driveway
and out of my heart
in a huff.
But, the one who loved you
still does,
whom you loved once
still loves.
Small irritations
you dwell on
are nothing but salt on melon.
Man and woman
do not hear worldly music
in the same key;
as a consequence
dissonance
is imminent.
Does this mean we digress
and seek verdure somewhere else?
Bed is warm
with the perfervid fire
we ignited;
coffee mug deems
red succulence
you rendered it with.
Every corner and nook
carries me to you;
impalpable ash
of an incinerated heart
replays leitmotif:
'I love you, I love you, I love you'.
Alive I am no more
for my spirit's still besotted
with days of yore.
As you walk away O beloved,
this temporal vastness
between us
rips me apart in
rectilinear azimuth.
74
Ratan ...
75
Teenage Blues
An egregious rhapsody of lies always devolves
into a conundrum of prehensile propensities towards
frivolity. Parched throats long for drinks
that are hard; and luscious lips
unite for passionate kisses
that are indubitably tasty.
Potential surge of superhuman inadequecies
behind Elms and Rat Rocks tantalises
the predictable afternoon air.
Sheets of translucent smoke drown
palatable conjunctions with Dickens
and Lincoln.
Ignorant ear dissolves
the little white rabbit that bounds
under my skin. Isn't it my duty
to preserve this subcutaneous frivolity
bent on scripting its own requiem?
My delicate sunshine still feeds me bald happiness
through an invisible umbilical cord,
you see!
-
Author's Note: A mother ruminates over her inefficacy to bring her teenage child, who
craves for physical intimacy and indulges in substance abuse, to book. She decides to
lend a patient ear to her child more often in an effort to extract him/her out of the
quagmire he/she has presently landed himself/herself in.
Ratan ...
76
The Billboard Girl
Somewhere along 101
this beautiful girl
smiles benignly upon me.
Her trailing textured
chestnut-brown hair,
enhanced nail lacquer
have a resounding effect
on my otherwise antagonized
psyche.
Exotic lip gloss
and diagonally cut
black lace-effect catsuit
entices me
to dance a tango criollo
with her.
In no time
crème de la crème
whizzes past.
But I plan to revisit her
in the evening and again,
until she is replaced
by another
femme fatale.
Ratan ...
77
The Color of Darkness
I open my eyes to darkness
and endeavor to like it;
not by the color of its being,
but by the sound of its textured,
intonated voice.
I touch tenderness called rose
and begin to like it;
not by the color of its petals,
but by its ethereal fragrance.
I feel calmness
shroud my soul. I no longer
wander through the bleak
and hollow cornucopia of sorrow
called life, alone.
I now know the color of happiness.
It's not bright.
I wish this darkness to
forever and ever reside.
Ratan ...
78
The One
Feathers
gather
dust.
Rust
leaves.
Tit weaves
nest;
sunset
uncanny -
progeny
supine,
bovine
dead.
Shreds
griffon.
Lives none;
but one -
blue scion.
Note: 'Tit' refers to The Blue Tit passerine bird prevalent in Europe and western Asia.
Ratan ...
79
Till Death Do Us Part
The wind blew north,
She came forth.
The clock struck nine,
He said, 'It's about time.'
She planted a tender kiss
And asked, 'Will I be missed? '
'Oh darling, come along,
You are my life, my bourbon.'
The moon shone bright,
'Honey, it's time for my flight.
Now, I take your leave,
Soon into months, days will weave.'
Moonlight glittered in the pond,
He saw her sobbing yond.
Sighs of yearning hearts,
Saw two loving souls depart.
The weather turned rough
As the craft took off.
She offered a silent prayer
For his safety and care.
In bed, she tossed 'n turned
And yearned for his return.
Somewhere around three,
She passed into a reverie.
At quarter to four,
Her phone enlivened with a roar.
She picked up the phone ringing;
It was him speaking.
Her joy knew no bounds,
When she heard his sound.
'How are you my dear?
I cannot hear you clear.'
'Its m...me, darling!
The p...plane is falling -
Engine has s...snapped,
We are about to cr...crash.'
'I love you dear,
Have no fear.
Our love is immortal,
Which even death cannot throttle.'
Hearing this, her face went pale,
She could no longer inhale.
80
Before she could utter a word
Or a tear shed,
The phone gurgled a 'beep'
And the line went dead.
Ratan ...
81
Un Bureau
Doldrums, shenanigans, chicanery,
Dolce far niente.
Fagging, bitching 'n beefing;
Maggots crawling 'n creeping!
Razen, brazen, browbeaten
By a Heathen among the brethren.
Callous, malleus and rebellious
Now such is the thalamus!
Muse, ruse and cruise profuse,
Uhhh...the life of a mongoose!
Ratan ...
82
Venez m'aider
Curst be thou, O burnished orb,
Whose delinquent shadow hath robb'd
My beloved of her charming gloss;
Avaunt, thou odious villain, get thee gone.
O wanderers, that in welkins roar, floating yon,
I beseech thou, come hither anon
B'twixt my love and this pernicious star;
Let go thine unbridled sorrow and
Save my metiér from an ugly scar.
Ratan ...
83
Why I hate cellphones?
This little piece of machinery
works at its own volition.
Enlivens in the middle of night
and demands to be listened.
My heart skips a beat
when it extols an incoming call;
either it's 'You're fired'
or 'Let's breakup for the love of God'.
It dies down almost always on me
in the middle of rejoinders and repartees.
Notwithstanding modest battery life,
it altruistically bridges my boss' cacophony.
Many a time it tricks me -
sensing blues, reshuffles the playlist
and hither flux tritones of
profound jocundity.
It refuses to talk
when I'm running short on cents
no matter how critical or urgent,
it won't spare even a few moments.
It often fixes me in undesirable conversation
with cross talk and induction.
I fail to determine who's whose slave -
it's mine or its I am!
Ratan ...
Ratan ...
- poems -
2
A Ballad of Christina Valerie
There lives a beauty to behold
In the South side of Surrey;
An angel of a girl called,
Christina Valerie.
Shiny black tress,
Eyes with heavenly gleam,
Pleated dress,
Makes her every man's dream.
Yes, most beautiful girl in whole city;
More beautiful than beauty personified.
She is Christina Valerie -
Talk of the town, a charm glorified.
Her father long since gone,
Left her with nothing, but cattle, to live upon.
A brother too young to learn,
A mother too old to earn.
Nothing but cattle came to her aid,
And she chose to become a milkmaid.
Yes, poorest girl in whole city;
She is Christina Valerie.
Now, last Friday, about a week ago,
When she was walking through thick mulberry,
Did four gangsters surround,
And tried to molest poor Valerie.
Yes, most unfortunate girl in whole city;
She is Christina Valerie.
But the four men soon learnt a lesson -
Never mess with any woman.
She beat them black and blue,
And they looked like crumpled tissue.
Then it began to drizzle,
And the so-called gangsters, lay on the ground like
Scattered pieces of jigsaw puzzle.
This won her respect in Surrey,
'The most valiant girl in whole city'.
She is Christina Valerie.
Yes, most beautiful girl in whole city;
More beautiful than beauty personified.
She is Christina Valerie -
Talk of the town, a charm glorified.
-
3
Ratan ...
4
A Lasting Interlude
Mirror reflects solitude
as my face fades away in time.
That intangible agony
of unfulfilled dream
drowns Martha in her prime.
I shovel the barren land,
in hope of water - my tears;
I prepare to cultivate
near unassailable sangfroid
amidst the din of prevenient fears.
My soul transcends its frivolous
expectations - revolutionary path
to Okinawa doth no longer inspire.
It yearns to wander in Oklahoma;
neon lights, white wine -
a perfect Sabbath.
-
Note: 'Martha' refers to 'Martha of Bethany'
Ratan ...
5
A Love that eludes me
My mind ricochets off every tangible entity under the burnished sun, around every
beating heart seeking Erato with whom I shared an incestuous sojourn once. Love
poems she told me as we flew together hand in hand flitting among sundry clouds and
undulating ferns have ripened in my flimsy cognizance. I recall her gratifying moans as
we made love covered in a translucent sheet of white sand on the bank of Rhine; the
vails of lavish foreplay and uncouth prurience make remembrance dear even after the
sun has long declined.
autumnal dawn -
she sculpts herself in sand, tidal
waves long for her.
In perfect silence and mock disambiguation, Rhine flows enshrouding her impulsive,
stymied sighs.
-
Author's Note: My muse, Erato, often eludes my imagination, which refrains me from
producing poetry marked with aesthetics of sensuality and romantic love. In this
Haibun, I attempt to describe my indulgence in promiscuity with her erotic self once
and my dismissive ineptitude of alluring her to sleep around with me again.
Ratan ...
6
An Occasional Poet that I am
To Heinrich Karl Bukowski - a master poet that he was!
Huh...what an occasional poet
I am!
With sherry to complement
my waywardness
and a few drops of ink
to supplement my
quasi-heuristic inklings,
I venture into a world
fraught with shooting hyperboles
and quintessential imagery.
An outline of a distant dream
encased in a cloud
that I try hard to rupture
against some auburn sun
and expect a rainbow in return -
this is me and my poetry.
Huh...what an occasional poet
I am!
Ratan ...
7
Artistic Effulgence
Too much praise, inflates;
Too much criticism, deflates;
A right mix of both keeps the heart
In its right place.
Genuine criticism
May be like acid rain,
And may bring along pessimism
Flavoured with loads of disdain.
While, genuine praise,
May herald incessant proclaim
And may bring along optimism
Flavoured with loads of acclaim.
But an artist's disposition must be sanguine.
He must show no supine
When shown apathy, bovine;
Or frolic in ecstasy
When showered laudations, divine.
An artist is but a creator,
Not money but audience is his motivator.
He is emotional at heart,
Unforgiving jurisprudence may tear him apart.
Audience, have mercy on this kindred soul
And give his work a chance to explore
The very depths of your soul
Before writing him off as a failure,
For your entertainment is his only goal.
-
Ratan ...
8
Beggarwoman
Her wasted dignity screams intermittently
at the crisp evening crowd
when her cupped hands with palms heavenwards
are denied munificence
of peremptory and coordinated jaded insignificance.
Tousled grays reveal a scalded scalp,
three limbs from saclike torso ramify,
lacerated raiments bare a shrivelled sagging bosom:
taut black currants on a deflated prosaic cupcake
pronounce her gender. She is the coy mistress
of a dog; they learn to eat and play along.
A giddy precipice of happiness and warmth
they share
lends an air of verisimilitude
to an otherwise exasperated soul.
-
Author's Note: A dilapidated beggarwoman finds solace in the company of an animal
despite being surrounded by colorless mortals.
Ratan ...
9
Black
She came alive to darkness,
Shrouded by the yellow light
Of rising sun, dressed
In pink - radiant and bright.
She was awake to tenderness
Of maternal zephyr, bloom
Of white Chrysanthemum, aimlessness
Of pigeons - their immortal gloom.
She then peered into infinite blackness
And with a subdued cry,
Drifted into misty pleasantness -
And forever closed her eyes.
Ratan ...
10
Chronicles of Bill, The Boss - I
I
My boss to my utmost dismay,
Makes me work night and day.
I start from my dorm,
When it's not yet morn.
Down I run to my office,
In order to avoid my boss's atrophies.
Once I'm in,
And lo I'm pinned.
With permission neither to drink nor pee,
I sit in my cubicle like a golf ball on a tee.
Difficult tasks to which I've no clues in 'n out,
Come my way as if I'm Hercules without.
Even if I am hungry,
I dare not go for lunch,
Fearing my boss may be angry,
I refrain from munching Crunch.
With difficulty, somehow, I make it to the cafe at four,
And pop open my lunch box to grab oats and bar.
I dig in lunch with communicator to my ears,
Briefing my boss about the progress of my peers.
At last, I'm asked the state of my project,
Despairingly I say, it's dismal, haywire and abject.
Bang, goes down the receiver then,
Hang, I know this is my end.
I can imagine, my boss going blue and red,
Life, for me, is no longer like roses on bed.
I stop my lunch half way through,
'Your boss is a monster! ', Dogbert said it true.
I return to my desk,
And curse my boss for being a pesk.
Like a batsman out for a duck,
Curse, as well, my stars that chalked such ill-luck.
II
Yesterday, it was a warm Sunday afternoon,
11
And I had been working since there was full moon.
'Ring, ring, ring', rang the phone,
And at other end, I could hear my boss's drone.
Like a bug-bitten, conscience-smitten, rusty flea,
I was delegated more work with neither mercy nor room for any plea.
'Complete this by EOD today, '
'Or else bear consequences like Asok yesterday.'
To the best of my knowledge, Asok was fired,
I didn't want the same, only after a few days I was hired.
'I'll put in whatever I can to complete the job',
And aside I said, 'For the monster like you, who as well is a hob'.
Toiled I till eleven,
Twelve,
One,
Two,
Three,
And four,
Worked, worked and worked till my eyes went sore.
I woke up from the slumber, suddenly at eight,
And cursed my fate, 'Why the hell at all did I sleep? '
With just an hour for the goblin to be in,
I felt like throwing everything right into the bin.
My boss did not show up until it was eleven,
The work place in his absence felt just like heaven.
Suddenly, he emerged from nowhere, while I was in the cafe,
And announced in a triumphant voice that today is his birthday party.
We were invited to show up at eight,
And finally to see oneself out of this inferno, no one could wait!
Ecstatic, jocund, jolly and gay,
Exit at eight seemed obvious, come what may.
The idea of leaving after forty hours,
Brought tears of joy.
What a Gaelic victory it'd be, oh boy!
Sharp at eight and to our dismay,
Our boss announced that party has been called off,
Prefering not to reason out; such a pretentious display.
There are rumours that his wife called off the party,
12
Fearing a waste of money in something that is unnecessarily extravagant and gaudy.
Hearing this bad news,
And pondering upon others' views,
I could not contain myself.
Suddenly, my torso began shaking under my vest,
And soon did I realize that I was suffering from a massive cardio-vascular arrest,
...And I do not really know what happened next.
...
III
As soon as I opened my eyes,
I found beautiful nurses buzzing over me with lovely eyes.
One of them examining my heart beat,
Another giving me fruits to eat,
The third sitting at my feet,
Scanning my progress report with contempt and deceit!
She pouted, 'No need to bask in joy among women of nature so convivial',
'A second arrest and you stand no chance of either revival or survival.'
Hearing this, my joy knew no bounds,
If this reaches my boss, my life at office would be safe and sound.
In came my boss with a bouquet of cheap flowers,
'Hey man, it looks like you have regained your lost power! '
'No, no, no! ', recoiled I, as fast as I could,
'I'm sick, please believe the nurse's word.'
The doctor convinced my boss that I was as feeble as a decayed weed,
And requested him to pay on my condition some humane heed.
'T'cha, t'cha, t'cha', my boss lamented,
'What a sin it is to overload my dear friends with work! ', he repented.
In the next team meeting, he put forth a proposition,
'No one will work for more than eight hours, irrespective of his position',
And called forth a unanimous decision,
Which was heartily accepted without any opposition.
And everything ended well because of my indisposition!
IV
But the proposition was long forgotten after a few seasons!
-
13
Ratan ...
14
Chronicles of Bill, The Boss - II
I
'What'd you like,
To be praised,
Or criticized? ',
Asked my 'humble' boss,
To my utter surprise,
With a glimmer of evil in his eyes.
'Think not this as a special favor or device,
I grant you a last wish
Before you bid adieu to this holy premise.'
...
...
'Comm 'on, speak out!
This is your opportunity and not mine
Give me a chance to shower on you,
Poppy, dahlia and jasmine.'
'Ok, Boss!
Not a single word, I promise to chew,
Dear Boss,
I've had enough of you! '
'I must admit,
You reign my dreams;
Overshadowing my girlfriend,
You stand supreme! '
'Day in and day out how hard
I worked;
Sick of covering up your mistakes -
Doing the tissue-paper work'
'While you basked in the servitude of the team;
Eclipsed all success and praises
And did not allow your team a gleam'
'Age has begun to show on my face,
Serving your god-forsaken grace
With the assiduity of a slave
And all for a meager salary,
Sans salutation
And incessant vituperation'
'I cannot strive on a relationship
Asymbiotic;
I'm done doing in your leadership,
Back-breaking photosynthesis'
15
'A billion abuses are not enough
To kill the monster in you.
So, I thought it best
To give up my job in lieu'
'You are the lord of this manor -
A self-styled leader of this dungeon;
A cause of your team's pallor,
Depriving it of fun and recreation'
'Oh! I missed your qualities, known to a few.
Favoritism and nepotism also empower you'
'Before you could praise me,
I praised you.
Love and respect is mutual and reciprocative
Mind you.'
'Adieu, my friend! Adieu! '
I could see his visage turn pale, askance;
I guess, I have had a wonderful revenge.
But, what's the use?
This sermon for him will be soon past tense.
II
A few years down the line,
I came to know,
Bill has been appointed as the CEO
Of Macy's line.
-
Ratan ...
16
Confessions
I prefer to scribe
my confessions with
graphite.
For if it
leaves a scar
on my conscience,
I can efface it.
Whereas, ink,
though ingenious
in scripting requiem,
may leave the sobriquet
smudged.
Ratan ...
17
Cosmetic Dreams
To Ogden Nash - the master rhymer.
Aisles are decorated with garish creams
that promise to perk up and garnish your dreams.
There is one that lifts age off face -
irons out the wrinkles and has dark spots effaced.
Another guarantees fairness for dusky hue;
bets on life to turn the world on you.
Some concoct an advert for self-tan lotion:
'Get organically tanned by this magical potion'.
Skin rendered rough by too much makeup? !
Allow cold cream and moisturizer to take the task up.
There are creams which facilitate light reflection,
thereby creating an illusion of enlightenment.
Acne can now be dissolved by wonder creams
even in an hour before one's wedding!
With so many creams on the aisle,
I can change myself in a while!
But these creams are for external use only;
cannot be applied on a heart that is dark and gloomy.
I'm yet to decide which is more important to me.
Is it external or is it internal beauty?
Ratan ...
18
Crumpled
I rest silently in the bin, staring
vapidly at my tormentor from within.
But I still hold its discarded words -
a raw garland of emotions -
close to my soul - crumpl'd, defunct; yearning it'd
alliterate them with notion,
passion and poetic lust.
An unfinished verse - my epitaph.
Ratan ...
19
Defeat is but another Feat
On India's early exit from the T20 Cricket World Cup 2009...
MSD led his blue caps
to London.
But the team was soon wrapped
up and came undone.
Who is to be blamed?
The captain, the media
or the very idea
of franchises’ gain.
Methinks, we needn’t blame the team.
To loose, it didn’t mean.
Let’s as a nation mollify
and let’s not crucify
a team with which we identify.
Ratan ...
20
Discovering God
For God.
As a kid, I often wondered,
'How tough is it being God? ! '
You need to answer every prayer,
make amends and repairs,
accept criticism
(derogative, blasphemous -
fraught with pessimism) ,
record births, record deaths,
smiles scattered and tears shed,
plant trees, flood rivers,
restore faith in estranged believers.
As I grew a moustache and beard,
I discovered
being God is relatively easier
than my limited faculties could gather.
All you need to do is pretend to listen,
preserve a grim demeanor
and forget everything that has been said
just before 'Amen'.
Exercise your own volition,
serve best for some and worst for others;
then mutter under your breath, 'I don't care! '
While sculpting humans,
sprinkle a pinch of lust, anger, greed, ego, attachment
in varying proportions
to lend chutzpah to your creations.
With a bucketful of nachos and salsa as side,
sit back and recline
on cloud nine.
Take a deep breath, relax
and watch as titans wax and clash
for survival and cash.
Disclaimer: This verse does not intend to hurt the religious sentiments of any individual
or community. Views expressed by the author are personal.
Ratan ...
21
Donna
Her tender lips
kiss
Jack Daniels
on the rocks;
reward succulence in red
to Glencairn Glass.
Djarum Black
escapes
from her plump pucker;
lends
sensuality to morning air.
My woman,
Donna,
is dead
to the world.
Moon
bathes her in silver
as the morning sun
frolics
to catch her glimpse.
Ratan ...
22
Emancipated Communion
In the next journey
(not as subtle as this one) ,
I'll learn to emancipate myself
from the transcendent leprechauns
of wavering faith and quivering notions.
An indubitable state of being
will connote my presence
in an elusive realm.
Naked Happiness
in its most pristine form
cajoles the bohemian Romany;
he eludes her presence
and flits among the ruins
of dead seasons
and hitherto delusive realism.
-
Note: The author reconnoiters on life after death and contemplates on his inability to
break free from the shackles of temporal stupor.
Ratan ...
23
flash flood
at 10: 55
in the night...
depressing sight -
torrential rains,
trees insane,
muddy pool,
blood and drool,
houses shatter,
lives scatter.
at 06: 30
in the morn...
nation mourns,
news flash,
egos clash -
titans tongue,
mortals harangue.
figures rise,
aides arrive.
at 07: 00
in the even...
access toll,
dead, injured
put on roll.
still no food,
no money,
little Emily
sits by her
dead family.
Ratan ...
24
Getting Dressed Up for Work
I stare at the closet,
'Another day! ' - let out a dramatic sigh.
Onerously, I open the left panel
and then the right.
'This is all I've got...? ! ',
I dolefully commiserate.
Carefully, I select a least wrinkled shirt,
'Unironed! ', I gasp.
No wife to blame either;
trouser's rumpled as well.
'Tie, kerchief, wallet,
belt, cufflinks, shoes, socks...
...wherever thou art,
it's time to start', I plead.
The last thing I do
is perfume myself.
Tiny globules of fragrance
halo me, but fail to defeat
malodorous me.
Everything's done.
I steal a quick glance at the mirror.
It doesn't lie, they say. And it didn't!
With hair unkempt
I still look handsome.
Ratan ...
25
Gothika
Inspired by 'Love Child' (Song) by R. Dean Taylor, Frank Wilson, Pam Sawyer, Deke
Richards.
Haven't seen my Father.
Mother met him once.
Did they meet at a protest march
against homosexuality;
at an AIDS rally;
or in an aisle of a drugstore
rummaging through syringes and
flavored condoms?
Decades of illegitimacy
commenced
when dawn lifted
the veil of pointless happenstance.
My flesh was heir
to lavish prurience -
two bodies sharing passionate liaison.
My ambitions ran amok
in antiquated tenement
like detritus
stunned by marauding cyclone.
Paper planes trailed
sedentary malevolence
and kites plunged in
mock disambiguation.
Combers of promiscuity dissolved
silver soul
in vapid despair
while social firmament
wreaked vernal effervescence
to empty tears.
This bastardy misery
has earned me coarse bread
with a dash of tang
at a lesbian bar;
burgundy pigtails,
pierced tongue,
embellishments of indelible colors
on my arm.
As I run my fingertips
along the shoreline of a brunette's corset
(intertwined hearts beating together) ,
nocturnal carnation
reminds me
of fragile misery of mother's
sensual climax.
26
Ratan ...
27
Gramercy Mother
O gentle Mother,
my ears are wrought
to disport thine plaintive song.
You seek to employ your son
to get good riddance of earthen fragments? !
This chamber whereinto dreams
from heaven usurp my being
and cradle my perplexed soul,
that upkeeps Dickens, Shakespeare, Dickinson,
Milton, Crane,
can never be the sombre destination
of potter's grains;
they hatch to playfully cavort
in the jocund environs under the April sun.
But, whatever motley detritus, which thou sayeth
has perchance inscribed my chamber
must seek execution at the hands of
the celebrated fille de chambre.
Where doth she travail?
'The Lord requires of thee',
say so and bid her hither anon.
O sweet Mother,
methinks, thine son embodies
soulless wit and fragile gumption,
so hark not to his repudiations anymore
and tread on to lavish pleas
onto bodies more suitable
to implement thine commandment.
Gramercy, O divine Mother!
Thy ratification is told of love so couth,
reckless, naive and sanguine forsooth.
Ratan ...
28
Greetings My Friend
Greetings neighbors, hello friends!
Summer 'n Winter are life's primal trends.
Cake and joy and kidney pie
Serve a reminder of days gone by.
Pills and bills and igneous sparks
Curtail the melody of soaring skylark.
Journey begins sharp at eight -
A reminiscent of joyous gait.
Lunch at one and dinner at ten,
And Milk at bedtime with Sean Penn.
Ingenious comedy of Charlie Chaplin,
Soothing tune of legendary Zeppelin,
Stir emotions and shroud in peace,
Shredding boundaries of poignant grief.
But latent apparitions of harrowing tension
Come haunting with superficial precision.
Gloom usurps mirth and joy,
Fear of failure grips the boy.
Equipped with self-belief, grit and will,
He ushers himself to New Year
With the temerity of Winston Churchill.
An year lost and an year gained
Will have all his sorrows maimed.
When Christmas bells begin to chime
Live and prosper is the bottom line.
Ratan ...
29
Haiku# 1
Rain drops
disappear like cries of
war victims
-
Ratan ...
30
Haiku# 2
Warmth of summer:
the sunshine of your love,
O Mother!
-
Ratan ...
31
Haiku# 3
One day of early spring
A martyr's mother cries
I forget him
-
Ratan ...
32
Haiku# 4
Another blizzard:
buried hopes alive,
under thick ice
-
Ratan ...
33
Haiku# 5
Kaleidoscopic leaf:
ripple in lake; scarecrow
stands unperturbed
-
Ratan ...
34
Haiku# 6
incessant rains,
Chrysanthemum in my home still thirsty
but cacti're drenched
Ratan ...
35
Haiku# 7
fallen jasmines -
fragrant, beatific, beautiful,
lifeless - scattered
Ratan ...
36
Haiku# 8
Feet mercilessly crush
autumnal plight; chase fleeting
wintery verdure. Oh!
Ratan ...
37
Her Life at GB Road
She resides at the heart of darkness -
within the confines of blasphemy.
The walls are painted bright
by the color of anticipated larceny.
She creates melody in bed
but doesn't lend her voice
and stares at the moon;
often marvels at its placid poise.
Her son kites alone
with birds and kites: the world.
Panchatantra falls open
untouched, unread, untaught.
Pity her life, her beauty,
everything gathers dust,
while she dutifully yields
to someone's temptation
and devouring lust.
Ratan ...
38
Humble Desire
Humble Desire
Movie: Roja
Director: Mani Ratnam
Music Composer: AR Rahman
Lyrics (Tamil) : Vairamuthu
Desires of this little heart are mortified -
innocent desires of a blithsome heart
to reach out to moon and stars,
the desire to conquer skies.
Wish today I exude redolence
like flowers sprinkle in garden their fragrance.
Wish yonder clouds be my veil,
wish I exult unhinged, uncurtailed;
the world trussed up with my lithesome braid.
The promised land transudes efflorescence such,
blossoms my heart, unbridled thus.
Wish I sing like a nightingale,
wish my self manifests piscine demeanor.
My youth is but motley dream's harbinger.
-
PS: Oscar, Golden Globe, Grammy and BAFTA winning composer, AR Rahman, debuted
as a music director in movies with Tamil political thriller 'Roja' which was released in
1992 and catapulted Rahman to instant stardom. Roja's soundtrack is listed in TIME's
10 Best Sountracks of all time.
I've made a humble attempt at translating 'Choti Si Asha' (a song from Roja's
soundtrack dubbed in Hindi) into English. Inputs from Hindi speaking populace for
meliorating this interlingual rendition are welcome.
Ratan ...
39
I'm As Good As Dead
God, You have given me everything;
Healthy food to eat, nice job and a beautiful house to live in.
You have fulfilled every wish,
Spotless clothes to wear, scholarly books to read,
And loving parents, whom I always miss!
What more can I ever ask for?
I may ask for jewels, gems and success,
Fooling myself with wordly pleasures, amiss
Satisfaction and Happiness!
I know to give me more, You are much eager,
And always I keep my hands spread like a beggar.
How often have I thanked You for giving me everything?
Lamenting, weeping and crying always -
God, I still have nothing!
During every prayer, I demand for something new!
And, jolly You,
Never tired of me, but granting my wish in lieu!
I'm only living for myself,
Of what good, am I to others?
I've neither wiped a tear of an orphan,
Nor have I visited a leper in his den.
I pride myself in earning a million every year,
What's so good 'bout it, if it can't even wipe someone's tears? !
Working hard to see myself happy,
Am I not fooling myself?
Real happiness lies in making someone happy,
Who's void of happiness.
I pray Thee, O Dear God,
Make my life a sacrifice to those,
Who want food to eat and something
They can call their own home.
I'm tired of living the life of an animal,
Feeding myself and always fighting for my own survival.
Through trying times, You had me successfully led,
Grant this last wish O God,
This is my only key to Success and Happiness.
If I cannot cater to hungry with food,
Don't You think, I'm As Good As Dead? !
-
Ratan ...
40
in bejeweled casket
a silhouette melts into the twilight.
a taciturn tongue and a heart no more
rest among the ruins of subcutaneous
carnation. wreaths with flowers welded
by my viscous love adorn the dead.
a preamble escapes from emblazoned lips,
I shed a tear then. virtuous eyes - blinded now
by death, see a fervent display
of trepid empathy.
someone who is six feet below life now
can hardly count his volatile blessings.
-
Note: The author observes an ostensible display of grief and sycophancy by the
mourners at a funeral. He bemocks their apathy towards the dead and portrays their
sorrow as nothing but 'volatile blessings' for the departed soul.
Ratan ...
41
Into the burning afternoon
Into the burning afternoon
waiting for a bleeding bus
to take me to never-never land.
Stray dogs hungrily battle
over a dead pigeon -
tearing at its wings.
Trees blend dulcet notes -
of songbirds, of ripened fruits;
rustling leaves forbid tritones.
Discarded paper, polythene and foliage
dance hysterically on the biting road.
A gentle tug at my trousers
spins me back into pain -
the chamber orchestra fades out;
am I ever to feel it again?
A translucent boy with
translucent anticipant eyes
wearing a translucent loincloth
stares at me; his translucent
palm outstretched.
As I fumble for nickels and dimes,
the roaring old monster threatens
to fly by.
I scamper to the dilapidated coach
and dissolve into the cloud of
smoke and dust, inadvertently
brushing aside the translucent
outstretched palm.
Still, the translucent eyes bid me
a transparent good-bye.
Ratan ...
42
Itch
Heedless of proffered pains, kitsch
Captivating, I relieve an itch,
Scratching my scalp - fingers playing in
Unison with black strings, gyrating.
Music is harsh, yet soothing - puerile,
Cuts cacophony, sieves rile;
Brings back my jocular senses.
I let out a deep sigh - content,
And eagerly wait for another
Spasmodic extravagance.
Ratan ...
43
Keep mum
Says Mum,
'Keep mum,
never hum
outta turn.'
So chum,
don't succumb
to hum.
Keep mum,
avert mayhem.
Ratan ...
44
Keeping up with Miranda
To homemakers.
Miranda is married to a house
painted red with bricks.
It lodges her feminine ego
and cellophane
she arsenals grocery in.
'I {Heart} My Husband'
says the bumper sticker
on her station wagon -
quite spruced up with nouns, pronouns
and possessive adjectives.
It's all Sisyphean labor though,
pushing conjugate verbs
up her fermented kids.
The odiferous dame
(of mint and lemon balm)
adds flavor and sunshine
to gourmet cuisine.
She expects approving glances;
wishes fervently
she's their
very best thing.
Delectable dessert, glottal emissions
and bulbous onions
conceal her sobs and whims.
She is ready to sing lullaby
to the third
while the fourth
continues to chime in.
As seconds trickle onto the mantle
and moon climbs uphill,
Miranda hums to the rattle of utensils
reveling in her discordant thrill.
Ratan ...
45
Kiss of Death
It gave me reason to cheer -
whispered silence into my ears,
wiped off all my tears,
bore away all my fears.
But, they began to disappear
everyone who to me are dear.
Alas, I can see them clear -
tear, fear, DEATH sans cheer.
Ratan ...
46
League of (Gray) Gentlemen
A bunch of antediluvian kids (hand in hand) -
torpid, hunched - entreat precipitated juices
and cherished memories
to gambol in juvenile repose
with their immortal inklings.
Cloudy heads (four) dance
to the savory tune of melodies
which sparse lips lend a jingoistic flair to
and thus exhume a very eclectic youth,
which once appeared tangy to an untrained eye,
has a mellowed charm about it
now.
They clap to cheer a treasured event
and punctuate cloistered existence
(in prevalent solitude)
with a hyperventilated laugh.
The withered, shriveled (sober) leaves
incessantly crackle (make merry)
under their feet, thus applauding
a phenomenal success at gray,
confabulated bukkake.
An evening in an evening, that is.
-
Author's Note: In this verse, I've attempted to script an evening in which four
not-so-young men relive their days of yore. They share the best that has bid them
adieu for good and shrug off the forbearance that is anticipated.
Ratan ...
47
Limerick# 1
There was an old man of London
Whose shoe-lace came undone;
He tipped over a cat,
Sitting on a mat -
The poor old man broke several bones.
Ratan ...
48
Liquid Soul
In memory of Pablo Neruda.
I am expended and done in consistence;
was subjected to the vicissitudes
of carnal existence,
relented to the servitude
of mortal obligations;
I stand before Thee
drenched
in colors
of Thy macrocosm.
Ethereal music is mute.
Divine utopia, shelled
by precipitated prurience
uncouth,
rests tattered -
her virginity, her youth
stolen
by her detractor.
I loath
another golden cage -
a walk under white sun,
elysian fruits,
leafy glade.
I wish to rest in crimson oceans,
and strike brightness
on unquiet stones.
Ratan ...
49
Moments before my death
I was sitting under beach umbrella;
sharing soul kiss and Merlot with Rita
when a deafening noise in the vicinity
followed by an agonizing pain
at the back of my head stunned me
and a pod of seabirds.
Bordeaux glass fell from my grasp
and rolled over, spilling every bit
of that divine liquid on sand.
Darkness fell, a giggle escaped,
a handsome pat landed on my back.
Then my limp frame toppled over
amidst the rush of waves and flutter
of escaping petrels.
Ratan ...
50
Moonlight Sonata
Moonlight scatters beatific radiance
across the pristine verdant ambience.
Soft susurration of tender maples
lends contralto to blithe zephyr.
Ethereal melancholy of moor yonder,
conjures an operatic silence.
Taciturn fire-beetles dot the silver evening
with frivolous sparks of desire.
Hither treads my dearest with complexion
so fresh and sanguine that even moonflowers
that are hitherto imperturbable,
depict heliotropism.
They trip the light fantastic toe
as air du soir steals their fragrance
and serenades us with elemental joy.
We conjoin in soulful harmony;
our beating hearts complement
each other's seraphic presence.
As Hesperides spiels dulcet notes
and welkins perform ripieno concerto yon,
we weave rhythmic scherzo
of passion and unbridled devotion;
heavens bless us with blissful orgasm.
The Lethean silvern sonata
enamored me and my inamorata.
Note: 'Air du soir' is French for 'Evening air'.
Ratan ...
51
Mother's Waiting
Mother was agitated all morning;
awaited my return.
She spilled salt and pepper on table
and served egg on a cloud for lunch.
Coffee savored the table,
spoons jingled on the ground,
apple pie tasted like mutton -
titillated Butcher's mound.
Fats Waller beamed from the album cover;
mother silenced him with a wink.
My father signaled: disappear;
she definitely stopped to think.
Lee Wiley looped in her head:
'Once in a while, will you give just
one little thought to me...';
she cleared snow off driveway -
weaved a shoveled tapestry.
Bare boughs of winter trees
imitated her arms spread wide.
She rehearsed embraces and squeezes,
clinging on her tethered pride.
Then...
From a distance, flashed red and white;
her heart skipped a beat.
She felt this could be the end -
her joy beating the retreat.
The clergyman stepped out,
heralding my return.
Mother tempestuously broke down
to mourn my end.
Ratan ...
52
My Grandfather passed away on the 3rd Day of August,2005
In memory of my Grandfather - a man who toiled arduously to gift His posterity a
better future. May His soul Rest in Peace.
Like Ye, I can never aspire to be!
He lay on the bed
weak and fragile,
oblivious to emotions
running high and dry.
Father and I
sat by His side.
He quavered periodically -
slight and sighed.
Father's ear phoned His mouth;
tried hard to catch His
inarticulate sound.
His soul was lost somewhere
in an infinite isle,
struggled hard to break
the shackle of lies.
Father held His flaky hand,
palmed His wrinkled forehead
and stroked His eyebrows
with his thumb.
It was all cold and silent by then.
Miles He had walked
and slept in the end.
Father's emotions landed
on His cheek,
as transparent as Father-son,
son-Father relationship.
Ratan ...
53
My Lost Childhood
I wandered lonely in the woods;
chasing perennial sorrows
of a lost childhood -
lost somewhere there, in furrows.
Where I wept bitterly under
a tree on a street.
Where I braved penury and thunder
in a lonely retreat.
Where fatigue and tedium
were chaste and just.
Where love was a medium
to express devouring lust.
Where wax was used
to seal my eyes.
Where a girl was abused
until she died.
Where nights were young
even after dawn.
Where I was thrown among
rats forlorn.
Where stones were thrown
as if I were a dog.
Where the crown and throne
belonged to just one god.
Where hunger was weak,
and thirst was deep.
Where death kissed my cheek
and flies buzzed around this heap.
Where every pebble
bore my name.
Where every rebel
hailed me to fame.
Where every dropp of life
mattered to me.
Where every single strife
almost killed me.
The sun is harsh -
too harsh to bear.
Humanity is sparse -
no cries to hear.
A leafy glade
cannot provide any shade.
54
I cannot even swim ashore,
the deadly whirlpools
are ready to devour.
'I was born to roam
this street dotted
with dismal memories
of a lost childhood.'
Ratan ...
55
No Excuse to Booze
Dear son Bruce,
Let us cruise to Syracuse
where a bunch of prodigal youth
with wealth profuse
decided to choose
blood and booze
with no clues
that when blood oozed
they stepped right into criminal shoes
and the law accepted no excuse
to set them loose.
This poor bunch of Syracuse!
Kid, do party but do not booze
because when you booze
you tend to produce verbal abuse
and set yourself footloose.
So let us call it a truce
with hope that you'll ne'er confuse
ecstasy with booze.
God bless your daily nous,
Your loving grandfather,
Clement Ambrose.
Ratan ...
56
O tiny little orb!
Let that tiny shining spherical orb
roll down my cheek.
It's beautiful, isn't it? !
It bears the weight of my emotions
and waters my sparse existence.
Let it flood my asylum so deep
and pull me out of overwhelming grief.
'O tiny little orb! I beg you to dissolve
Lady Sorrow in your nectar and absolve
me of pain and misery for once
and for all.'
Ratan ...
57
Ode to Laziness
1
O Laziness, thy name is indolence!
This tuneless number in thy praise
Will amplify thy significance.
A fleeting minute in thy embrace
Is like manna in
A sordid place.
Thy abode is tranquil
With anxiety and melancholy wrung,
Yet parables of saints
Have blamed thou for life unsung!
2
Thou hath ruled kingdoms
Rendering their proprietors languid;
Thus preventing wars for freedom
Of territories, denizens cling with.
Chrysler, Ford, Newton,
Bell and Edison,
Were slaves to chronic laziness,
And inadvertently the reason
For mankind's well-being, happiness
And freedom.
3
If slow and steady wins the race,
Then why get pulled a hamstring,
Winning a rat race;
And still be written off as 'A rat with a limp'? !
O Laziness,
Goddess!
Thou art in my remembrance dear,
Hath navigated mankind through rough weather,
Sound and clear!
Necessity is the mother of invention,
And invention is thy grandson.
Bless humanity with judgement and reason
And pray thy will be done!
-
Ratan ...
58
Of Father, Son 'n Superman
For my Father - a man of esprit and action.
Father and I
share a warm
filial kinship.
Our orbits cross
at dinners
or lunches;
we exchange
pleasing glances,
he tenders me first bite
from his morsel -
a ritual we've been
practising for ages.
Then we talk about food,
weather, work, music,
state of Indian politics,
recent book I read,
verses I scripted,
and my latest idiosyncrasy.
See, most of it is about me!
Talking with him
is pleasantly cathartic.
One, he is ideologically
pragmatic.
Two, he speaks not
of oranges,
when I am
talking peaches.
Third, his speech
bridges our spirits.
Despite ills,
his benign smile is
fascinatingly
fascinating.
Blues affect me,
but not him;
his demeanor is
perpetually pleasing.
Oft he pats my back
and says he
takes pride in
perfection.
Somehow, I can't
bring myself
to associate
with his wanton
benefaction.
59
Perhaps, he's just
being kind,
for he's my Father
and I his son.
His humility
is humanely humbling.
He flowers the dead
and salvages the tumbling.
He never fumbles
for dimes and nickels,
ardently believes
they are fickle -
ones to be expended
on poor and piteous.
A mark of a man
humble and righteous.
The buck stops here.
Am I doing enough
to shelter his unbridled love
and care?
I seem too busy
(scratching my head
with rows of books
behind me)
to shoulder his
responsibilities.
But he gifts me infinity
to quench my fervid
intellectual curiosity.
Perhaps, this is what
love is meant to be.
Like a sorcerer,
he ferments my distress
to happiness
(thousand flambeaux
turn all at once)
and protects me from torrential
harmattan.
No wonder my Father is my Superman!
Ratan ...
60
Of Sepia and Saffron
Waking up, I fiddle with the remote.
Television feeds me emptiness
via satellites. The weather girl
in her sexy white dress tells me
it's cold - will snow along I-275.
She moves from coast to coast
with the assiduity of an albatross.
I miss the buzz and put Trane
to thoughts - jazz is like floating
on clouds in clear blue sky.
Roses I planted last spring
lie shrouded - defeated by snow
from heaven. How powerless I am!
Through the haze I see
when I was seven:
I chased butterflies and rainbows;
there were many picnics then.
I enjoyed runs along the creek
with limited friendship.
There were neither battles to win
nor immortality to achieve -
there was joy in abundance
which drowned me and now,
it's wine in ornamental chalice.
Yes, wine in ornamental chalice!
Ratan ...
61
Perambulations with my Grandfather
To my Grampa on his fifth death anniversary.
Like ye, I can never aspire to be!
-
He grabs walking stick and tiny arm at the stroke of four. I yawn but slog along. We
walk towards west. The fading sun tarnishes his specs in shades of yellow, ochre, blue,
purple - autumnal colors through his eyes I see. He hospitably waves at an airplane;
asks me to wave and repeat 'Bon voyage! '. Sometimes his words baffle me; belong to
a language I speak not. I tire running along; keeping up with his pace. My interest
begins to wane. I become cranky. He hoists me onto his shoulder; wonders aloud how
perky sparrows can be at this hour. We arrive at the confluence just in time. The sun
declines. We recline; he on tree and I on his veined legs. Both shut eyes; I sleep, he
ponders. While worlds evanesce, we coalesce - share delight of our company and sight.
Ratan ...
62
Plight of a Portrait
She could no longer cling
to the archipelago of emotions
which gave way to tears, emboldened
by the notion and fear
that this could be the last
she'd see of her only son -
Abraham.
He sits today on the mantle
against emerald - still.
She spends hours staring at him -
often praying, seldom crying.
But he is unmoved,
exudes an aura - serene, placid, smooth.
Confined behind a plate of glass,
he cannot share her sorrow. Alas!
But she often hears her son call
from behind the glass wall.
She then gradually passes into a transition
with a muted anticipation
that this is the last
she'd ever see of her only son -
Abraham.
Ratan ...
63
Pour ma fille - Bertille
Bertille,
tu es belle
ma fille.
Les mots ne peuvent
décrire votre
beauté.
Ratan ...
64
Preemption
Flickering polka dots
illuminate my path
through the aspen boulevard.
Time tides me up an
elusive realm fraught
with the necessities
of mundane existence.
Near the end,
I stop to watch
what's left behind.
There's no one except
my mother in tears,
helplessly lamenting
over my death - sans
love and prayer.
Ratan ...
65
Senryu# 1
Eight Olympic golds,
A puff of cannabis
Spoiled the bliss
-
Ratan ...
66
Senryu# 2
Barbie at fifty
Flaunts her years and beauty;
Wish I could
-
Ratan ...
67
Senryu# 3
ramification:
irrational maternal love -
sophistication
Ratan ...
68
Senryu# 4
At client's, with
bytes of code in pocket,
sitting idle.
Ratan ...
69
Sensationalism
-----------------
Explicit content. Reader's discretion is advised.
-----------------
Quarters twain and a cent
is the cost of killing
a 'celebrated' victim
in Sunday's edition.
Sunday -
a time to relax and relive.
Read with scant iconoclasm
and inflated prejudice
stories of rapes,
orgies and sodomies.
Of cocaine and roofies.
Of semen stained panties.
Roasted musketeers au jus
palatably plattered;
I leaf over and sus
the private lives
in wasted ink, splattered
across volumes and issues.
Sand castles brutally trampled
over scrambled eggs, coffee
and rampantly delicious tiramisu.
-
Author's Note: Media reclines on celebrity gossip to boost Sunday morning sales. This
verse takes a dig at the so-called media generated 'Sensationalism' that in most cases
may be construed as prevarication. Sunday mornings offer a sadistic reading
experience at the cost of celebrities' personal lives; thanks to sensationalism driven
journalism.
Ratan ...
70
She
What a priceless wealth heaven hath bestowed;
The form of a cherubic face
In this treacherous world - my host;
Triumphs over my agony with all grace.
I'm so lucky to be among a lucky few,
Well protected from being decayed and done,
As is the morning dew
Against the splendour of burning sun.
Never have I felt fatigued and famished,
Girdled around by your arms;
Manna have I relished,
Strongly fortressed from worldly harms.
-
Ratan ...
71
Something's good about Recession
I dunno how to deal
with this monster called recession!
Beg, borrow, steal
are the only options
available to complement
my lessening possessions.
Apart from eating into my wealth
and diminishing my wife's affection,
it has adversely affected my health -
my most cherished possession.
I'm jobless,
I'm unpaid.
I'm homeless -
waiting eagerly for Arnold's aid!
My kids are now poor -
they don't bully around;
they miss roof 'n door
and a princely compound.
My wife too has lost her jewellery,
her gymnasium to recession.
A hairdo like Hillary
is now a garish exhibition.
But something's good about recession.
It has curtailed
our obsession with worldly possessions
which in turn has entailed
our careful attention to social obligations.
Ratan ...
72
sonorous monologues - our epitaph
In memory of Vladimir Mayakovsky and Lilya Brik.
sweetheart,
this watery grave in Venetian Lagoon
has dissolved our love,
our soul.
we are lost in grey;
still somewhere,
rays of sun
are as white
as snow.
we painted our lives
in colors you chose.
alas,
vivid rainbow of love
has diffused
into sonorous monologues.
comeuppance
of love
has given us afflictions -
how keen;
but death is sweet -
good riddance
from poignant grief,
anxiety and spleen.
Ratan ...
73
Swan Song. Separation.
For Koyuki Kato - the most beautiful woman I ever saw.
You walk down the aisle
towards the altar;
we exchange vows
and promise togetherness
till death do us part.
In trice I see you depart,
down the driveway
and out of my heart
in a huff.
But, the one who loved you
still does,
whom you loved once
still loves.
Small irritations
you dwell on
are nothing but salt on melon.
Man and woman
do not hear worldly music
in the same key;
as a consequence
dissonance
is imminent.
Does this mean we digress
and seek verdure somewhere else?
Bed is warm
with the perfervid fire
we ignited;
coffee mug deems
red succulence
you rendered it with.
Every corner and nook
carries me to you;
impalpable ash
of an incinerated heart
replays leitmotif:
'I love you, I love you, I love you'.
Alive I am no more
for my spirit's still besotted
with days of yore.
As you walk away O beloved,
this temporal vastness
between us
rips me apart in
rectilinear azimuth.
74
Ratan ...
75
Teenage Blues
An egregious rhapsody of lies always devolves
into a conundrum of prehensile propensities towards
frivolity. Parched throats long for drinks
that are hard; and luscious lips
unite for passionate kisses
that are indubitably tasty.
Potential surge of superhuman inadequecies
behind Elms and Rat Rocks tantalises
the predictable afternoon air.
Sheets of translucent smoke drown
palatable conjunctions with Dickens
and Lincoln.
Ignorant ear dissolves
the little white rabbit that bounds
under my skin. Isn't it my duty
to preserve this subcutaneous frivolity
bent on scripting its own requiem?
My delicate sunshine still feeds me bald happiness
through an invisible umbilical cord,
you see!
-
Author's Note: A mother ruminates over her inefficacy to bring her teenage child, who
craves for physical intimacy and indulges in substance abuse, to book. She decides to
lend a patient ear to her child more often in an effort to extract him/her out of the
quagmire he/she has presently landed himself/herself in.
Ratan ...
76
The Billboard Girl
Somewhere along 101
this beautiful girl
smiles benignly upon me.
Her trailing textured
chestnut-brown hair,
enhanced nail lacquer
have a resounding effect
on my otherwise antagonized
psyche.
Exotic lip gloss
and diagonally cut
black lace-effect catsuit
entices me
to dance a tango criollo
with her.
In no time
crème de la crème
whizzes past.
But I plan to revisit her
in the evening and again,
until she is replaced
by another
femme fatale.
Ratan ...
77
The Color of Darkness
I open my eyes to darkness
and endeavor to like it;
not by the color of its being,
but by the sound of its textured,
intonated voice.
I touch tenderness called rose
and begin to like it;
not by the color of its petals,
but by its ethereal fragrance.
I feel calmness
shroud my soul. I no longer
wander through the bleak
and hollow cornucopia of sorrow
called life, alone.
I now know the color of happiness.
It's not bright.
I wish this darkness to
forever and ever reside.
Ratan ...
78
The One
Feathers
gather
dust.
Rust
leaves.
Tit weaves
nest;
sunset
uncanny -
progeny
supine,
bovine
dead.
Shreds
griffon.
Lives none;
but one -
blue scion.
Note: 'Tit' refers to The Blue Tit passerine bird prevalent in Europe and western Asia.
Ratan ...
79
Till Death Do Us Part
The wind blew north,
She came forth.
The clock struck nine,
He said, 'It's about time.'
She planted a tender kiss
And asked, 'Will I be missed? '
'Oh darling, come along,
You are my life, my bourbon.'
The moon shone bright,
'Honey, it's time for my flight.
Now, I take your leave,
Soon into months, days will weave.'
Moonlight glittered in the pond,
He saw her sobbing yond.
Sighs of yearning hearts,
Saw two loving souls depart.
The weather turned rough
As the craft took off.
She offered a silent prayer
For his safety and care.
In bed, she tossed 'n turned
And yearned for his return.
Somewhere around three,
She passed into a reverie.
At quarter to four,
Her phone enlivened with a roar.
She picked up the phone ringing;
It was him speaking.
Her joy knew no bounds,
When she heard his sound.
'How are you my dear?
I cannot hear you clear.'
'Its m...me, darling!
The p...plane is falling -
Engine has s...snapped,
We are about to cr...crash.'
'I love you dear,
Have no fear.
Our love is immortal,
Which even death cannot throttle.'
Hearing this, her face went pale,
She could no longer inhale.
80
Before she could utter a word
Or a tear shed,
The phone gurgled a 'beep'
And the line went dead.
Ratan ...
81
Un Bureau
Doldrums, shenanigans, chicanery,
Dolce far niente.
Fagging, bitching 'n beefing;
Maggots crawling 'n creeping!
Razen, brazen, browbeaten
By a Heathen among the brethren.
Callous, malleus and rebellious
Now such is the thalamus!
Muse, ruse and cruise profuse,
Uhhh...the life of a mongoose!
Ratan ...
82
Venez m'aider
Curst be thou, O burnished orb,
Whose delinquent shadow hath robb'd
My beloved of her charming gloss;
Avaunt, thou odious villain, get thee gone.
O wanderers, that in welkins roar, floating yon,
I beseech thou, come hither anon
B'twixt my love and this pernicious star;
Let go thine unbridled sorrow and
Save my metiér from an ugly scar.
Ratan ...
83
Why I hate cellphones?
This little piece of machinery
works at its own volition.
Enlivens in the middle of night
and demands to be listened.
My heart skips a beat
when it extols an incoming call;
either it's 'You're fired'
or 'Let's breakup for the love of God'.
It dies down almost always on me
in the middle of rejoinders and repartees.
Notwithstanding modest battery life,
it altruistically bridges my boss' cacophony.
Many a time it tricks me -
sensing blues, reshuffles the playlist
and hither flux tritones of
profound jocundity.
It refuses to talk
when I'm running short on cents
no matter how critical or urgent,
it won't spare even a few moments.
It often fixes me in undesirable conversation
with cross talk and induction.
I fail to determine who's whose slave -
it's mine or its I am!
Ratan ...
ALL POEMS OF RAFIQUE FAROOQI
Poetry Series
Rafique Farooqi
- poems -
2
Rafique Farooqi (Date of birth 22 April 1959)
I was born in dist Gujranwala Pakistan, i matriculated from govt High School
Qilla Didar Singh, FSc from Govt College LAHORE: and MBBS from
Allama Iqbal Medical College Lahore: in 1984, i am doing my G.P practices,
at Lahore, Writting is my Hobby.
3
! EVERGREEN
When i feel different,
sometimes,
grudges grunt,
over spics of angers,
debris of hates,
swells to degenerate,
Into sparks of illusive traits,
whereas i spare,
my actions,
to seed peaceful emotions,
calling spade a space,
and wrong a wrong,
sky and earth,
apear kind,
when i face with my opened eyes,
you can see,
with all this,
rains and winds,
keep green alive.
and evergreen.
Rafique Farooqi
4
! LET US JOIN
just come,
and color my sleeps,
with dreams,
sun rays,
and laser beams,
and never shatter,
whatever may be matter.
anyway
you are sweet,
like a heartbeat,
and stay with me,
in a dreamy island,
with breezes,
and sunflowers,
for long lasting,
hours,
this blue sky,
this blue sea,
is ours,
these clouds,
these rains,
joys,
happiness,
all types of pain,
our success,
vain,
any strain,
any good,
or bad weather,
will be taken,
together
Rafique Farooqi
5
! MUTATION
Blood is bitter nor sweet,
not even sour,
it seems a taste of death,
blended with ashes and dust,
innocents slain with pains,
who is to stop feuds,
fires grow in grasses,
and winds rush through windows,
when newborn screams for life,
sun blazes the sands,
peace glitters like mirage,
man mutates to monster,
when life is bitter than death.
Rafique Farooqi
6
! THE NEXT DAY
Glitters of snows lingers in eyes,
like a taste of a promised bliss,
while hangover of conscious,
in the chill of night,
lost in mists of dismay,
and shiver of hands,
catching the tremors,
when spark of fire dreamed in mind,
and face of winds,
refused by mirror,
While rose petals,
dropping like tears,
and numbed bare feet,
weary and lost,
the journey,
begins with heart of defeat,
there is some room,
upon the top of the hill,
as i lock the door,
waiting for the next day.
Rafique Farooqi
7
! THE VOYAGE
Just the day,
comes,
with an iron will,
the way to conquer the passions,
standing strong for the will,
droned by half hearted gestures,
and sick blood,
heated to warm,
inhabiting the frozen hope,
Clenched jaw,
over the aggressions,
a defeated wish,
to surrender,
famous faces,
staring sky, ,
the voyage,
with design of numbness,
against the howling winds,
and in deep waters.
Rafique Farooqi
8
! TORNAMENTS
i dream, i promise,
i break up,
i shatter,
like unstable,
moments,
in the life,
countless,
in occasions,
but,
i still wonder,
over,
my internal distortions,
viable,
noises, raised up to neck,
occasional severity,
in behavior disorder,
and shutdown,
of all random priorities,
to pay breaths as ransom,
to life,
with fetters over body,
emptying my lungs,
with labored exhale,
how you can believe,
when lies are,
ornaments of face,
and swamps of sins,
to drag me in,
you are generous,
to offer me,
your hand,
in epic moments,
with traction of my arm,
but gravity,
increasing my weight,
to infinity,
death comes,
with light speed,
Einstein writes,
EMC2,
on my fore head,
Alexander conquers my will,
Aristotle confuses,
the situation,
whatever,
it may be,
hidden,
and dormant,
t ornaments,
erupting from the soil.
under my feet
9
Rafique Farooqi
10
! WARS
I drift down,
when i listen utterances,
reverberating in my mind,
these are not melodies,
but dances of hunger and sickness,
over the broken crusts of earth,
In downtowns on real grounds.
where sky burns and ashes,
soar in hurricane winds.
where breeze does not mean,
and fires of war rain with blood,
and clouds of dark smokes,
and cannon rumbles shake the hearts,
Where life is deeper than graves,
and death may give it up,
embracing the tragic,
Can man find himself?
with wavering wisdom,
gripping necks with shaking hands,
with suffered tolerance,
In house of fantasies.
with open eyes,
and buried dreams,
Rafique Farooqi
11
! WITHERING WHISPERS
Memories of pain,
still droning on,
to dampen the exuberance,
of my faith in you,
raging on my brittle defeats,
you run over my silent desires,
to celebrate,
your day of,
vicarious victory,
and our vested tryst,
limping along,
desperate moments,
fading into oblivion,
and as i know,
you're not as vile,
as i thought,
Rafique Farooqi
12
# FIRE OF TURMOILS
Watching the events,
from a distance,
having a thin slice of glimpse,
accolade may be,
matter of pride,
or something at bigger stakes,
denouncing a dissident on turmoil,
wrapped crush on breaths,
repentance over past sins,
partially sensible,
motivated by anger and love,
inscrutable to know the real,
bitterly tasted with frenzied joy,
worsened by fascination,
we get from the people,
we can't understand.
Rafique Farooqi
13
(*) RAGE OF HONOUR
Rumble of sparkling,
awaking the peace hating,
monster minded,
licking the victory songs,
written on walls of history,
with ancient spells,
roaring in the dark caves,
back for hunting,
the heads of ages,
again unsheathing their swords,
of ill design.
mothers crying,
for new borns,
and sun eaten by eclipse,
and the blood of civil,
quenching the thirst of evil,
and the suicidal bombers
invading the streets,
with virulent aims,
poisoning the ears,
with their outcasted lies.
this invisible enemy,
carcinogen to life,
hiding in the laps of civilization
Wanting terminate,
The days and nights,
To smokes of darkness..
Rafique Farooqi
14
(*) RIGHT BUT LATE
Strains stretching,
my neurotic spells,
and hate rendering,
whatsoever,
the humour burning to miser,
staring walls with design of ill.
Glottis to strangulate,
with hopeless utter,
and crying feebled to hoarse,
Like a bird to disapear in horizon
and desire longed to finish,
like candle thread,
another desert stands to cross along,
and feet to blister with hot sand,
storm is to blow his wistles,
like hiss of snake, .
and mine struggles are right but late,
Rafique Farooqi
15
(*) UNUSUAL STRESSES
I wanted to see you,
In dreams,
and always,
It lingers,
Like mists,
and smokes,
In spaces,
before my visions,
but in realities people,
find epmty mosaics,
filled with airs,
rather beautiful fluids,
Like wines of dreams,
so in a jiffy,
I saw you,
In a crowd,
like a cloud,
below a hot sun,
I felt everything drifting,
in my eyes,
i found my self,
alone,
and nothing,
alive around me,
I walked a journey,
on a barren road of life,
and smokes became still,
before my eyes,
Rafique Farooqi
16
(*) WAITING EYES
My waiting eyes,
chilled in clouds,
wandering above the,
frozen peaks of the mountains.,
where darkness at nights,
and brightness of snow at day,
blinds me,
and fears of frost bite,
blown whistles of furious winds,
are to push me to drift in death valley,
why i want to know your presence,
close to my mind,
where a warmth of life,
is with survival,
my limbs are grabbed by white bears,
and they want me,
to drag in their caves,
and these bears are happy,
to find some taste of red blood,
i want finally to know a reality,
do you love,
to see me at this particular moment,
when i am to find asylum at heavens.
Rafique Farooqi
17
(*) COOL WITH WORDS
Stars moon,
Sun and sky,
we love to find,
and relate our pain or joy,
and fluttering winds,
clouds and birds,
our murmuring lips,
singing words,
and dancing rainbows
with love when grows,
sunshine, and rains,
soothing our body pains,
breeze and green grasses, ,
and flower when tosses,
standing trees and hills,
warm weathers and cool rills
giving hopes against fears,
giving life and wiping tears,
Rafique Farooqi
18
(*) UNREAL AND REAL
The past is something,
you lost,
and becoming last of the last,
and future is a weather forcast,
the paradise is distant,
dream, walking empty hands,
a sketch made on the sands,
When we see by closing eyes,
Our vision dies,
Placing universe on temporal measure,
one page of life we tear,
better to do,
what you want,
and leave what you dont want,
Rafique Farooqi
19
(*) YOUR SMILES
Your smiles,
give me feathers,
my wings flutter to soar,
your smiles shine like rainbow,
growing after pleasant rains.
I am feeling your breaths, inhailing heavenly musks,
I am sinking in your smiles,
deep blue and clear waters,
and fresh roses with dew,
your smiles make me to know.
how my vigours grow.
Rafique Farooqi
20
(*) GOLDEN DREAM
milestones embedded,
in dreams,
and journey of nights,
is something different,
in lights and sounds,
tribals dancing on,
the roasides,
with golden bowls in hands,
fire flies moving like stars,
the road ended in the,
river and gold water,
running down,
and crystal boat approaching me,
i am to cross the river,
before the lights and,
sounds are over,
Rafique Farooqi
21
(*) HOMELESS LOVE
Thirst is never quenched,
by distant vision of the water,
It burns like a desire,
Consumed, and contracted,
With blazing of time,
You may trim the clay of hopes,
from outcast of ambitions,
and days to return empty handed and worn.,
making fallen leafs your,
Only ornament,
Fate is. a street boy,
crying over broken toy,
Your silence,
meant for confession,
unwanted sins,
dragging weary feet,
on bend of street,
Just with homeless and,
wayward love.
Rafique Farooqi
22
(*) SELF REHABILITATION
Over with dilapidated,
outcast of past,
needless to regret,
over sentimental erosion,
deplorable skeletal wreaks,
amendable with back steps,
Cognisant of perceptible,
hands of kindliness,
and hopeful disposition.
This day is nothing,
like others,
glide of soaring wings,
against the winds,
Over the sea waters,
a breakthrough,
is needed just,
with passage of time
Rafique Farooqi
23
(^) EDGE OF OFFENCE
on one day or the other,
some occult desire,
blinding my soul,
with fall of my dignity,
over the betrayal of breaths,
when immortal worth duelled,
in sovereignty,
looking beyond ethics,
is bleeding in tears,
yes,
insane desire,
hangs unfinished,
but what breeds,
in my chest,
someone knows the flame,
hurting my tissues,
but edge of offence,
is more than i can see.
Rafique Farooqi
24
* LIFE
Keeping with precarious existence,
life moves with,
inertial steps,
to do a little,
When soil soaked with tears,
weekend breaths smelling foul,
steep wall standing ahead,
Opaque dream overnight,
thunder storm roaring aloud,
One desire of hunting beast,
blowing bruite in the ears,
Paining corns on feet,
and journey.
make me tired
Rafique Farooqi
25
* MOON & STAR
Moon and star,
are closer,
Is ocean,
Turbulent,
Is moon pulling sea waves,
I hope so,
Weathers are predator,
Breaking the silence,
Waves are pouring,
Gems and stones,
Out of sea,
Wait for morning,
And singing breeze
Rafique Farooqi
26
* NIGHT WALK
The day gone with tranquilities,
The night is to quite chirps of birds,
Longing shadows,
To rule the events,
Erupting tears from depths,
Over the blood from veins,
Hope is pushed to walls,
Big bray of time,
Shaking the tides of moments, who is to take care of,
New born moon,
Evils grow from swamps,
Of ugly greed.
This brawl of few hours,
Knocks out the revenges,
And makes to think the minds,
By skipping wilfully,
and closing both eyes,
Entering the nexct day,
With both feet.
Rafique Farooqi
27
* ONE BY ONE
To stray like unskilled,
and unfortunate,
with futile gestures,
and abortive aims,
It is not always,
To loose every time,
When everyone comes,
bare foot and empty handed,
who knows the written fortune, and shining lucks,
and to live with uneven endeavour to survive,
and ruling perils and insomniac eyes, ,
uncertain and wrecked,
broken dreams,
and nightmares,
ruining everyone,
one by one.
Rafique Farooqi
28
* SILENCE AND LOVE
On the silence,
grown on your side,
a fire that drags,
in my mind,
i drift in, when you call me,
Counting the flow,
Of river of love,
your eyes flash,
In color of wine
when musks linger,
behind you,
i wander like,
a bird with wings,
roses vanish to know,
the Lights,
on the lips of morning rise,
glow shining on your cheeks,
smile ripples,
from warmth of dimples,
life begins within my heart,
i close my eyes,
to catch this dream,
and inhale a breeze of love.
Rafique Farooqi
29
* STALKERS
Growing with silence,
unwelcomed,
and think stunningly,
in crowed of life,
stear clearly, with own,
deeper than the skin,
haunting dream, and nightmares,
overwhelming treacherous,
an existence which follows,
Stepped down,
Sounds of steps,
Sneezing over daffodils,
Climbing the steep walls.
Rafique Farooqi
30
* WHEN I FEEL ALONE
Tonight i will forget my pains,
As snow is piled up all around,
and glittering in low moonlight,
Mists on windows of my house,
brought some memories biting my mind.
when a deer collided head on,
With my car,
and forgot to cry in despair
loosing vitals in minutes,
And i feel night breathing in silence,
I am with loneliness,
and shadows of dreams,
Yellow light seen
from a distant house,
Awakening pain of my sore eyes,
when i suffer from my sleeps,
spending sound of clock,
and my heart beats,
overlaping the pin dropp silence,
I inhaling a deep breath,
find a book under my pillow,
with title of a cute kid,
reading the 1st page,
Sleep lures me to tranquillise,
and the day comes during time,
I am ready to move,
Good morning,
My soul.
Rafique Farooqi
31
* where to go
Beware of his evils,
when doing good to someone,
and close this chapter,
When it is, fairly done,
The river when flows,
It knows,
Where the flow goes,
Day or night,
It does not matter,
To remain, tolerant and steady, ,
And to end,
In endless,
That matters.
Rafique Farooqi
32
**** SILLY DESIRES
2 hours ago
soul smiles over miracles,
when we wait for mysteries,
we need hopes,
to survive till last breath,
we tread on ropes of hope,
and dump our body,
in structure of disappointments,
and in glitter of silly desires,
as we dropp one habit,
and pick up two other,
and we love,
more than... we are loved.
Rafique Farooqi
33
******** SALVATION
Lions have their own share
As their purpose is ultimate
Claims to endorse get nervous attitudes
When golds shine in eyes
You are inclined to shatter
With grim countenance
With no power of insurrection
That simply grows in the mind
Can you look inside
While you trust on illusions
You can never contend
The terrible atmosphere
On desperate injustice
You smile in the dark room
We do not need
And we never needed
Settled community
Where cosmopolitan intellectuals
Are asked to demonstrate valid efforts
To achieve combination of racial thinking
This can be a gratuitous insult
To the history of mankind
Where you need to educate your grandfathers
And your guru admits you
Without any reward.
Rafique Farooqi
34
********* BACK TO SILENCE
i remember,
i saw,
behind the trees, ,
The tender tears,
in your smiling eyes,
They meld,
beside me,
And I'll try to find,
your glancing love,
amongst the evening kisses,
with songs of birds,
drifting to the horizons,
and silence prevailed,
on sunsets,
and culmination of fears,
in shadows,
moved like hopelessly,
uttered moans,
vanishing in weeded journey,
of silence and indifference.
out of range of my viability.
Rafique Farooqi
35
********THE PREY
i am again
to hit your alternating baits
as i burst out from waters
to breath fresh,
you keep your
smaller lures
in your weed bag
to slide my attention
for your newest entice
and looking at me again
out of corner of your eye
you put your trap
on your way,
you should know
aggressive walleye
inhale jigs by sucking
and can spit your lure out
faster than
you can eat fresh
and this time
it is better understood
as you talk
your deceptive proverb
to cast your shadows
on my will
Rafique Farooqi
36
*****ONCE MORE
With conscious aspect of mind,
i can feel with my glass heart,
invisible to your crystal eyes,
and when your thin lips,
slip on the skin,
with prides of being a simple,
the intricate d question,
scrambles to the brain.
the mirror tells false,
features to myself,
being with tortures,
and dragged,
and bruised,
on thorns,
i scream once more,
in some nightmare.
Rafique Farooqi
37
****DISSAPOINTMENTS
on wither of desire, winds caress, my dreams, haunting night by night,
one that stands still,
is before my eyes,
and another that,
passes with silence,
i wait for long,
may be a resolve of habit, ,
or something different,
but i am for one,
that never ends,
and never comes,
and never seen,
in dissapointments.
Rafique Farooqi
38
****WALLS & DOORS
your loud laughs,
wandering in the air,
like whirlwinds and clouds,
breaking the silence,
like rumbling thunders,
telling the upcoming rain,
and fears,
prevailing over the perverted sensation,
may be i will return home,
before the falling night,
.......who is waiting for ME,
I KNOW,
...................only walls & doors
Rafique Farooqi
39
**A STRANGER
] When pain oozes,
from turmoil,
my desires flames to fire,
I know it will worsen to agony,
Present with dormant, and volcanic strains,
Upturned from ashes,
scattered beneath,
my bare feet,
My sole blistered,
with spark,
to know at real,
that i am still a stranger,
in your eyes.
Rafique Farooqi
40
**FAITH
some way,
my desires are to be blinded,
or i can wait the inner lights,
lit in dark.
where ethics are upturned,
under space of ruthless turmoil,
the war is undeclared,
to win is subtle and wafting in smokes,
the noises are masking,
my rancid utters,
stray life with breath of breeze,
can be vital,
my heart is sun,
to mind,
and certain events,
when to follow,
vivid spells,
have been broken,
but it is rule,
untried feet to advance in lands of love,
and faith in THE truth.
Rafique Farooqi
41
**HOMESICK
Pains make me to stay,
What i know,
Is better understood.
On the the back of the walls,
There is another peril
growing in shadows,
and hours to sharpen the loneliness,
fears over run by day,
I am homesick,
On side of the road,
the crowd passes with silence,
having candles in daylight,
and nobody is to listen me
Rafique Farooqi
42
**I MISS YOU
Walls and roof,
Of this situation...,
glow in our memories,
The swim in thoughts,
bringing sizzling lips,
to murmur,
heartfelt emotions,
to soar like surfing,
waves of deep waters,
my eyes are carpeted,
on sands,
where your footsteps,
Leave imprints,
However the sunsets,
render horizons with glooms,
Rafique Farooqi
43
**PAIN ENDS TO.......
While dashing over,
The cusps of my heart,
you forget,
the delicacy of rose petals,
i fear the silences of nights,
When I am driven insane in vanished dream,
When to forget the fiames of the wound?
I dont know the ends of pains,
but i know how it cuts,
and splits.
deep and bleeds,
in utters of brain stem,
with distal radiation,
hunting in reciprocal and random.
Rafique Farooqi
44
*LOOK NOW
We have left this place,
Where we used to talk,
at nights,
and there is now dust,
On books,
we used to hide,
rose petals in between pages, ,
The loneliness,
and barren walls,
are reverberating our,
spoken words,
some contact numbers,
are carved on wooden table,
side window is half opened,
there is whoop,
In my breaths.
There is nothing,
to be back,
except we still love
Rafique Farooqi
45
*When it became different
Words floating,
In despair in attic surface,
spoken with notion,
to breathe in your thoughts,
agonising stare,
burned to ashes
buried in peace,
beneath the snows,
you became a different,
while pointing,
Your sword to me,
and amazed over,
the abrupt turning,
when the earth,
Slipped from your feet.
.
Rafique Farooqi
46
/*** WAVERING LIFE
Not just a desire,
growing from stem cells,
prone to subtle outrageous,
and contemporary consume,
haunting politeness with outcasts of proliferation,
infested with ill will and grudges,
and what you think,
whilst growing old,
even with prosperous life,
having little crawling kids,
and some tornado,
to ruin everything.
Rafique Farooqi
47
/////// BORN ON A TREE
Your pleasure,
to deprive him of his liberty,
is counter to your silent pride
over your spasmodic laughs
when you talk of,
invented tastes
to sip the yolk,
and crunch of eggshells
why to give
savage wolf his taste
by irony to favour
and disgrace to nest
with audible whiff
of his spread wings
sharp breeze tickled
with sparkling wines
as he learned from the sea
also his vanity
to find his savory,
and you shed light
in case you stunt his growth
on forbidden aroma
of the soul
Rafique Farooqi
48
<(OO) >RAT ON THE MOON
t is wild chilled outside,
through foggy window,
i can see still,
snow to yonder through,
frozen white oaks,
glittering in moonlight,
and with silence of night,
and fragile crystallised love,
and grey spotlight on my tail,
touching down, silk fur,
my pink lips and,
delicate nose tip,
and small white ivory teeths,
and sharp hunting, claw,
winged chariot coming,
to me in glories,
me for warmth of journey to,
brightened moon,
and looked so beautiful,
bright and blue-chip green,
i never ever seen,
and moon soft and plumped,
white mouse with pink tail,
jumping high amazing delight,
i was also to jump higher,
feeling light,
little resisting baby,
drifting gently from my throat,
Rafique Farooqi
49
A DREAM OTHER THAN DREAMS
The nights create,
mights and hidden,
events,
and DARWEN dancing,
with monkeys,
as he was like grandpa,
no,
or yes,
he was,
with hairless skin,
and holding,
stair shaped, ,
DNA helixes
arginine guanine guanine
arginine guanine arginine
with counted list of chromsome, and genes,
and moon above his head,
all trees full of monkeys,
and i was feeling alone,
on the bank of the river.
Rafique Farooqi
50
A STILL DESIRE
Life moves with,
every breath,
a desire stands still,
eyes seek with each blink,
the mirage keeps,
with glitters,
steps are written,
on the sands,
a tale in faded word,
erasing stains her face,
love is a dream,
unforeseen unforgiven.
Rafique Farooqi
51
ANCIENT GRUDGES
Why you want,
to make strawberry jam from the head of your rival,
who made you rub your nose, on the ground,
in some business, with his, strength of monopoly.
or you want his accident,
on highway, and see his,
news on CNN, while you,
take a cup of cofee.
Why you forget,
death is a universal reality,
and one day she will make, one single delicious bite of you,
while smiling over your aromatic taste, and
will wipe her lips with her tongue, to finish your story.
Rafique Farooqi
52
APART FROM DREAMS
Dream are volatile,
and not always stay,
with me,
the contents of my vision,
are vital for my existence,
and never taken,
as weather of yesterday.
the solace of image,
of my person,
never written,
on torn paper.
may i find it somewhere else.
Rafique Farooqi
53
ASYLUM
I want to hide,
From winds,
Sun and rains,
with umbrella,
of passing time,
behind the wall,
of existence,
the life is bitter and sweet,
the death is sour and bitter,
the time is little to live,
I may carve my name,
on this wall,
some stray stranger,
may know me,
and tell other,
what we call asylum,
is nothing,
than trapping,
In other danger,
and silence breaks with a cry,
___________________________
we must face,
what we fear to face,
and must know,
what we dont want,
to know,
Rafique Farooqi
54
ATTACHMENT
Wanted to give up,
and not to look back,
this trait of taste,
That's gone to distaste,
but hunted by smiles again.
and eyes stare with no blink,
and tongue bitten by,
rum again,
This addiction is tiring,
and i am not bad, to kneel before,
a dream to be unfinished,
where the doors and windows,
are open to me.
all the times.
Rafique Farooqi
55
AUTUMN LEAFS
Come,
let us journey,
through the falling,
leafs of autumn,
towards the setting sun,
that enlightens,
the evening sky,
with its red glow,
come let us move,
towards our dreamscapes,
where our love shines,
in the rainbows,
come let us go,
with birds, and stay,
to listen their songs.
Rafique Farooqi
56
BIG MOUTH WITCH
i am with spell of,
some vagrant thing,
black with glowing eyes,
romping on roads,
streching me to the thin.
magical grace,
causative of hemicrania,
ruining dollars,
a dream of Duke;
she is, my
BIG MOUTH WITCH
B M W
Rafique Farooqi
57
BISCUIT BREAKER
He comes to see her,
and alway with lingered hope,
and she smiles a little and turns her face,
with a deaf ear towards him,
it is the all,
she keeps for him,
and more than that, he is.
to be become happy with.
He sits with papitations,
and cold limbs cold sweats on his face,
He watches his fate on her face.
She is never amazed to find,
near the door when she is leaving.
And looks him in side mirror of her car, as he see her off till the car disappears from
the sight.,
As she goes to see her boy friend.
She is amazing,
and he is constant,
and also more amazing,
like a teathing biscuit breaker
Rafique Farooqi
58
BOUNCED VOICES
When the,
returned voices,
broken into mysterious,
dark rooms,
straight from the roof of trenched,
caves telling the wispered,
realities to timekeeper hands,
of deliberately woven traps.
until shadowless warrior,
with their ugly swords,
moving back from safe havens,
with curse of grimness,
over running the walls made,
from skulls of enemies,
of time-honoured kingdom.
and merciless taboo,
roaring on sun sets.
hunting for the flower grazing,
monsters.
and blood of blackbirds, and
seedless plants,
burning to mellt the snows,
with clearing the footprints,
of their ancestors,
leading to ended roads,
over the green valleys,
where virgins with basket of,
flowers giggling in green and red having shower in rain with sunshine and rainbow,
are waiting with welcome songs.
Rafique Farooqi
59
BRIGHT STARS
While i look at sky, in some clear night, it looks beautiful, i feel them talking, in codes
by flickering, and asking me to come, nearby them and play, and talk with them with
no fear, and join them in purity, and see the star dust from close.
i feel it more real when i remember, the words of my mother,
'' i want you to be a bright star''
Rafique Farooqi
60
BRITTLE AS DESIRES
Now i see you,
not less than my desire,
wearied long before autumns,
with buried fears of quaking,
jolting my sand walls,
i wither as i know,
your veiling wishes,
i am as brittle as i was,
but still i linger like,
dust in air,
when caravan of my desires,
passes far in dismay,
Rafique Farooqi
61
BROKEN ON THE ROAD
just broken on the way,
over shadowed by acute ill-fated, romance,
defacing the skills of artist,
bound to.sheath and the sword,
running threat for attracted, will power portrayed in sensational, rigors,
deafaced hopes, playing on,
the other sided the mirror,
standing on foot of the tree,
listening his glib,
devoted to the persuit of pleasure,
remained hedonist overall,
intended to downplay,
his esoteric interests.
wanting a junket to Africa,
riding demon on his horse,
Rafique Farooqi
62
CAT EYES <(oo) >
:
this does not happen,
always,
the vigilant eyes,
chase shadows,
in silence,
not only in dreams,
but over the edge of the
vested thoughts,
feeling love in shined eyes,
the fellows carve their,
heart beats over windows.
and nights awaken,
with clicks of the clock,
and nauseous phone bell,
disturb the natural skills.
and something like powdered,
milk with essential protiens
now eyes watch something,
different,
Rafique Farooqi
63
De NATURED
How you can go back,
to your past of mighty stories,
with rusted future,
like a person, waiting,
for someone, who is standing at his back door.
And unkind are gazing faces at doors,
which were open day and night for you,
and draughts of hot airs,
coming to you from the
monsoons clouds,
either you or everyone,
in this world is de natured.
and you want paradise,
in price of death,
Rafique Farooqi
64
DEJECTED DESIRES
yes my sweetheart,
i have changed my mind,
at least, ...a lot,
since the day you, advised me,
to learn from my own madness,
and bother not to stray, in the jungle
of your wild things,
and not to use my energies,
to melt my heart and mind,
on your tears and cries,
it makes me deafened and dumb.,
ignorant, selfish, and rather indifferent.
i am not to care about,
anything going on anywhere else.
As i have decided, to live my own life, whatever is may be, however, it may be.
or wherever it ma be.
i may find my own ways,
my own hells,
my own wills my own desires,
and i am not to bother,
thinking about your life.,
as you pushed me to,
do so,
never to look back,
never to hook back.
Rafique Farooqi
65
DESERT LIFE
Sometimes i want to live,
the life of a desert,
with silence and indifference,
with hiss of night winds,
changing my shapes,
my sands may settle,
sometimes with sun,
echoes with loneliest cries,
dancing images of gigantic,
sandstorms, on my parched lips,
i may inhale the whole heat of the burning sun,
and splendid days of my love and fated hate, may deplore to die,
the rumbling cries of wind thrusts may shake the horizons of vision.
Rafique Farooqi
66
DISORIENTATION
This day is gone,
Like other days,
what remains is uncertain,
looking back to steps,
matters nomore,
beyond that i was,
with a shadow,
now i am alone.,
Home is what,
Where i go back,
Put my shoes under,
the bed and shirt on the,
hanger,
close my eyes, and open next day,
I am the same,
the World is no more,
Like that,
Rafique Farooqi
67
DIVERGENCE
pains wants me to cry,
to bring out the fears,
subduing a wrong turn,
taking breath in suffocation
perilous trigger,
of decay,
putrification on hurt,
bringing down calm,
over the hinderance,
on the pathetic,
acts of decency
Rafique Farooqi
68
DREAMSCAPES
Like pink and white clouds,
in fluttering winds,
she waved her hands,
and smiled merrily,
after clloying talk,
her GRACE and flair eluded my mind,
there was something effervescent, about her,
some spark of mischief,
lurking in her gaze,
a bright inner elan,
it was to waft away my glooms,
and sad mists,
that clung over the mountains, of shadows,
and behind that at whiles,
huge smokes to arise,
and hovered into upper winds.
Rafique Farooqi
69
ENDLESS PATH
looking other hands,
which shake for straingers,
on side roads of life.
i bearing the memories,
of sweetened pains,
got on goodbyes,
from past,
and on waiting the future,
to spread on, like sunrise.
getting slow vigours, on defeats,
and upgraded on winning.
for me and for you,
are different realities.
but the same sunshines,
and the moonlights.
we live, and die,
for different purpose,
let us take
some road,
for getting,
generation solace,
to eternal path,
endless beverly.
Rafique Farooqi
70
FOCUSED SOULS
tampered love,
sizzling soul,
keeping alive,
by burning bones,
turning in smokes,
recalculating, ,
reprocal breaths,
sound of clock,
on dusty wall,
beating heart,
counting days,
happy ones, ,
ringing bells,
ringing bells,
dancing girl,
dancing girl,
ending in well.
Rafique Farooqi
71
FREEDOM OF SOUL
My utter becomes unkind
wilderness awakens from the silence
it will be a furtive glimpse of his beast
will i adore my wish
my honor to soar in moonlight
i shackle my desire again
if i could not love you anymore
it will be a hangover on my life
or as i adore
sovereign soul
to be freed
from the castles of abandoned pride
Rafique Farooqi
72
FROM MOON WITH LOVE
Green blue and bright,
come down my sweet Earth,
the moon is no more barren,
it comes from you,
and like candle,
in the sky,
love glows in the nights,
where life is to grow,
and sparrows flutter in air,
and mists over the green,
and clouds over the sea,
bring me all with you,
i am here on the moon,
you are there on the earth,
Rafique Farooqi
73
GOODNIGHT DREAMS
my dreams are alive,
with rhythem of life,
the vistas they have seen,
for all long my life,
the dream fill my nights,
with fantasies of life,
my eyes want to see,
what my brain dreamed,
like winged fairys,
that can fly,
with bunches of flowers,
from earth to heavens,
and shaking me out,
from my deepen sleeps,
i want to have, such dreams,
after every goodnight.
Rafique Farooqi
74
HALLUCINATING SPACES
Fallen down from,
breathless ascend,
my passions dispelled in winds,
blood dripping on grass blades,
beast seeking my taste,
Pains ended to euphoria,
While aching jolts,
shaked my worth,
ruthless vultures,
scrabbling over my flesh,
my soul crying for help.
Rafique Farooqi
75
HARD TIMES
Your wrapped but perfidious smiles,
haunting me,
like strikes of ironic fate,
while i am walking through,
a crowd with my absent mind.
Murmuring the bitter song
of, your loud laughs.
And i see my desire pinned on street walls,
While the worn out doors,
and windows opened,
and graced with gazing eyes.
like birds sitting on trees,
wanting for rest after sunset.
with night is studded with unkind treachery, on the way,
paved with cobblestones and trash.
Rafique Farooqi
76
HARVESTED DAWN
sleeping with and,
onside of night,
and spreading prevailed,
loneliness, upto farsighted futures,
waiting someone,
coming down from,
milky ways of star dust,
and an other star to breakup,
one astray astroid to blind me,
and likely to hope for,
another missed fortune,
on my frothier lips,
with murmur of another wispered wild cry.
and pain awakening from,
breed of nightmarish sleep.
and sky is not far from my one arm length, becoming domed,
cover above all, my thoughts
with harvested memories.
i am to wait for upcoming dawn, ,
,
Rafique Farooqi
77
HEALING
on some,
other day,
you wiil know,
and you wiil say,
in some,
different way,
that,
the inner,
is somewhat different,
than the outer,
it is chaotic from,
inside,
and also healing,
of wounds,
is not from out iside,
the dressing is to do,
a little,
healing comes,
always from inside.
Rafique Farooqi
78
HER FEUDAL LORD
Her pleasure dances
with his shadows
she dwells
with her feudal lord
in her day dreams
moving with
his evasive derives
of capitalism
her surreal dreams grow
with his gun powders
she quenches
her sensations
in caressing his baldness
she never forgets
aroma of his perspiration
while he stages the
stories of his tiger hunt
Rafique Farooqi
79
HOPEFUL
it may be attention,
or tired gesture,
to swim in swamped tragedies,
rather an unfaith,
or divided mindful,
ravel in stubbornness,
even in understanding,
troubled from inner,
but the mountains of,
success are never under feet,
The tolerance is last to suffer,
eyes wait for changes,
from dark to dawn,
and hopes,
are harvested fates.
that breaths in heavens.
Rafique Farooqi
80
HOW STRANGE IT IS
when we were to fear winds,
like autumn leaves,
when we were to elope,
in our hidden dreams,
when we were to awaken,
together in chilled nights,
and cry with sore eyes,
with broken hopes,
and straying in swamps of dismay,
with orchis hearts,
and we were to paint,
our love hillock gaily,
with our green visions,
it was spade of mine,
and a dream of yours,
and now how strange it is,
that you dont know me.
Rafique Farooqi
81
HOW YOU CAN FORGET ME
something,
something which, is
breaking my soul,
i want to know,
how it happens,
how you can forget my dreams,
how you are to leave me,
with my bleeding soul this way,
i see from the window,
sadly branches of autumn,
approaching my hands from broken rays of moonlight,
and wishes of winds,
gathering withered leaves,
and blowing pieces of ice,
on my face,
my freezing lips,
murmur the sorrows,
i see the slow moon,
in front of my eyes,
some round circles of gloom,
and crystallised rays,
fallen on my face,
a row of tears,
frozen on my face,
i am never in me,
allways waiting, the time,
you touch my soul,
allways in dreams,
which are never mine,
i am raising my arms,
to hold you in my thoughts,
it is no more like that,
it is sinking since my, will is feeble,
over tides of frothing waves,
my feet are swollen,
i see fire, and my dreams, and
remaines of inpalpable ashes
and blue sky,
sinking in his doom,
and stars are no more,
shine of my eyes,
i am unable to see,
things before me,
a faded image of tears,
i want to know,
who was that,
if it was not you, to hold me,
in lap of seashore,
a promise paradise,
and the steps on the sands,
waterbeach so sad,
waves ran over my
82
Rafique Farooqi
83
HYPERSCARS
writing some words,
erasing some words,
making line,
straight and curved,
bazaare
scraped head,
die-hard for
maniac love,
hollow head,
betrayal scars,
haunting vertigo, labrynthine beliefs,
charcoal facies,
rigor mortis,
flaccid tongue, hunger pains,
eating maggots,
toxic threats,
eye of the needle,
yes for yes,
no for no,
what for what,
tit for tat,
never wait,
never late,
over date,
discarded.
projectile flight,
from the window.
Rafique Farooqi
84
I AM AWAKE YOU ARE IN MY EYES
my sweet,
my heart,
my soul
i was to wait,
for you for long
with my eyes,
staring, always,
the ways for,
you, until, you, are
hereby, near me
soothing my eyes,
touching my soul,
you are brightness,
of my home,
desire of my, heart,
i love to sleep with you,
and wake up with you,
have, breakfast, with you,
when i am ready,
for my office, you,
take me in your arms,
and smile, like rose,
see me from the door,
till i move for office,
and keep on waiting,
till i am back, home,
i love you my soul,
with a promise,
to never say,
goodbye.
Rafique Farooqi
85
I AM LOVE
I am love,
see me in your eyes, i am
an image on the sensations,
close your eyes,
i am still there,
can you feel me,
this is a glow,
now you know,
a brightness tears the darkness,
to see the dusts of our,
motherland,
the soil smells the roses,
fossiled in eternity,
and sea waters germinate the pearls,
and gives clouds to sky,
and becomes snow on mountains,
i am core heat of your,
life, and glow on your face.
white doves flutter,
in my rhyme.
keep me on your lips,
i will smile in your arms.
Rafique Farooqi
86
I AM WITH YOU
sunlight comes from different angles,
it comes from the same sun,
i am different from you in some respects,
but i am certain to be with you.
Rafique Farooqi
87
IN THE LIGHT OF FULL MOON
On your wet lips,
rose water shines,
In the moonlight,
that giving soft shadows,
spreads up to horizons,
and stars are shy to flicker,
before moon,
sea waters are still and sleeping,
distant iceland,
disappearing in the lap,
of the sea,
serene notes of rhyme floating,
with swift moves of your fingers on strings,
my dreamy thoughts lost in your,
blue eyes,
It keeps me still with breaths,
and spikes of beating pacemaker,
and growing beauties of heavens,
touch my shoulders with,
warmth of breaths,
love makes me to talk,
to feel and to move,
an essence of existence,
love is water of heavens,
and soul wetting her lips,
to intake the heavenly blessings.
Rafique Farooqi
88
INDEPENDENCE DAY
With green soft,
and delicate leaves,
my little friend,
waiting for my caressing,
and watering,
with smiling gaze,
happy in his container,
blooming with friendly nurture,
I think this place is not better,
for him,
he needs, soft fertile soil in the ground,
I loved him with my own way,
but he is capable of going on,
with his own way,
today is his independence day,
standing proudly,
In his soils,
breathing and smiling,
over his independence.
Rafique Farooqi
89
INSOMNIAC OTHERWISE
Dark evils roaring
In fields,
War does not end,
Swords shines with ego,
Sun blazing the sands,
episcopal hates and revenges,
Cultivated beyond civilisation,
to get fed by blood,
Sky staring with anger,
Red storms to blow overall,
Never on price of fate,
Death leaves no pulse,
Eagle soars with sun,
Thirst chokes the breath,
Mirage shines like river,
Dawn opens the eye,
I am alone and hated,
Sands drifting in eyes.
Rafique Farooqi
90
JUST SMILE FOR ME
mine inner weathers,
get changed with your facies,
your sorrows,
are my autumn,
my journeys through,
the falling leafs of autumn,
with my anaemic face of withering leafs, ,
and your smiles,
are rain drops in a deserts,
your tears are suffocating summer, that burns my soul.
and your gladly smiles,
are harbinger of springs,
and fragrance of flower,
in my mind,
your are my soul,
and my life.and flow of,
my blood, with beating heart.
.
Rafique Farooqi
91
KNOW IT BETTER
dream was not bad
not good
not sad
sleepy eyes
wandering in bed room
raising supple twig above the face,
some mantra murmured beneath lips
tea not wine
closed eyes
impulsive thoughts
sorting putees
wrapping on thighs
wanderlust
horse strides
phone call
not yet
amazing thought
Rafique Farooqi
92
LET ME GO
warm the chilled airs,
with burning bones,
and smelling dead lizard,
opoen to roots,
eyeballs pungently blinked,
to know, the wayside exits.
weathers pleased on the way,
pinching memories with toothed fingers,
Rafique Farooqi
93
LET US DREAM TOGETHER
Even we can't,
walk and breathe together,
we can dream together,
and cross every line,
which stops us,
from nurture of our love,
Just smile,
like a rose opening,
his petals,
and have a soulful flight,
coming from depths,
of horizon,
and blue sky,
being kind to us,
makes everything blue.
and haze vanishing,
In the presence brightness of love.
Rafique Farooqi
94
LIFE TO LIVE
life is not some kind of suave,
debonair blessed type,
i am to ask some question
from me,
what does a hot thing like,
in a man who walks around,
with his shirttail hanging out,
and his cereal bowl full of chilli,
there may be a hundred reasons to live with stilling perils,
even with cool cat killers,
and charmingly cynical vowing
to blow us in stone ages,
but hopes alway not with struggles, ,
under bitter curve of tongue,
pouring out some sweet liquid.
and sky changes colors,
not asking us,
our foot prints on sands of life,
telling our path,
while death runs faster than life,
and standing on victory stand,
before we reach the finish line.
chewing our warm flesh.
Rafique Farooqi
95
LOAD SHEDDING
when the boat is endangered,
to sink,
some luggage is dropped off
in waters,
my feet are getting heavier,
and swollen,
in the journey of life,
what my companions,
feel better, they must do,
it remains a long distance,
to go with,
i hope nothing,
but a drop.
Rafique Farooqi
96
LOVE AT LARGE
like a lurid love letter,
provoking to tears,
feeling you, someone at large,
meeting in secrete could be sensitive,
a litany of horror,
while i have a heart,
i never lose it,
in this maudlin world,
badly sentimental,
over crises,
to know someone good,
with oodles of silly souls,
everyone on leash, i can linger on bit,
on things bitterly familiar,
but we love, a good mystery,
that keeps in this world breathing,
revel in being mindful of things,
that wants us to bling.
Rafique Farooqi
97
LOVED
Touch my soul with,
your blue lake eyes,
from beyond the vision,
of heavens,
I am walking on the road,
paved with rose petals.
and snow on my eyebrows,
waiting to melt with,
the glow of your cheeks.
Come down from the clouds,
like fairy of dreams.
just becoming the rain,
on my skiins.
my heart beats,
on each and every recite,
of your name,
come my soul with each,
and every dream,
making the nights,
blinks of cool and silent sky.
Rafique Farooqi
98
MIGHT IN SIGHTSEEING
i am born........................................to...
.............die
and blessed with time period,
to live, in between,
a life desire, a struggle, a survival,
to create dreams, in rapid eye movement sleep,
an incentive, to feel eternity, in my dreamy heavens,
numerous skies, to expose, the reality, infinity, integrity,
grey matter sparkling, to know, provoked to break perplexing notes of vanished,
translucent,
invincible, invisibles axis of existence,
dormant hidden, truths,
with escaping velocities, orbital relations, inertial sickness, centripital forces, to leave
behind the ancestors, .
accepting the drifted, weightlesness,
floating in rhythmical blinks.
somewhere in love with brightness, heavenly vision,
in all chromic spectra,
the cosmic realities, above visions,
what my tissues can mount,
with my will,
just time is about, to get,
over, i am to be replaced.
but i will go on loving,
whomever to love,
the angles prey bowing,
and respectful to this span.
i was blessed,
it ismy vision, and his might.
everything bright,
my heart my mind,
i am ever to love,
Rafique Farooqi
99
MIRAGE
For my destiny,
with my blistered feet,
on unfriendly desert,
i went on,
breaking up in pieces,
that was just a mirage,
all my efforts,
vanished in a mirage.
Rafique Farooqi
100
MISUNDERSTANDING
I will be unable to stop,
with my little hands,
the wall intended,
to fall over me,
and the storm,
to over run me,
my little eyes bilink to close,
while pungent smokes
that are to blur my mind.
there is one reality,
that hangs like a dagger,
on my tip of nose,
that you becoming different,
day by day,
It breaks my innermost silence,
and tranquillity,
Rafique Farooqi
101
MOON RISE
as i am painting,
your hands in full moonlight,
a dream is played,
in my sleeps,
and stars are shining in your eyes,
i am lost in some,
deep valleys,
as smile is born on your face,
my heartbeats are voluminous,
love fills desiires with copious
fragrances.,
a curl of hair runs on your,
cheek,
my heart dances like a boat in the, deep waters,
Rafique Farooqi
102
MY LOVE IS FADING IN
in the dark, all around,
a journey with,
eyes widely open,
and pupils whole dilated,
the dark trees, aparting clearer and clearer,
the stars vanished slowly,
while the sky becoming grey,
and brightened love,
slowly fading in,
my love is converging in me whole, and it is spreading in life everywhere,
in the smile of baby,
in the ripple of waters,
in the fragrance, of flowers,
in the eyes of waiting beloved,
in the veins of roses,
in the colours of rainbow,
in the rhythm of dancing strings,
in the melody of song,
in the beauty of face,
in the warmth of sunshine,
in the lapland of dawn,
my love is fading in,
my love is my brighness.
Rafique Farooqi
103
MY SOUL
While i think of dreams,
lingering in my mind,
i see you in extremes of delicacy, of thoughts,
fragrance and colours,
of your smiles sparkling
before my eyes,
while a ripple of smiles,
moves from the rose petals,
of your lips to the horizons,
of my imaginations giving life touches,
to my heart and mind,
and your soft minded gestures,
give peace to my visions,
when i want to paint you,
the canvas of vision extends to heavens.
i feel eternal existence in me.
Rafique Farooqi
104
MY SOUL NEEDS A FACE
i am going from my home,
wherever i am to go,
i will be back to my home,
i willl need it., to be at home.
or it will be my dream to be at home, if i am unable to return.
it is part of my life.
it is my soul,
that needs a structure,
a face to be someone,
my soul needs me,
to be someone,
my soul needs my face.
To face the life.
Rafique Farooqi
105
NATURED.....ALL
Let him sting me, .... it is his nature, .......let me save him.... it is my nature...... a
little poor scorpion
Rafique Farooqi
106
NIGHTMARE
Unstable ambitions,
and dreams erected,
in mists,
shattering into icy grains,
drifting before eyes,
and vistas of vested,
dreamland carved in image,
rendered subtle to existing,
Peevish thoùghts,
Preverted sensations,
causing numbness to cry painfully.
and night is heavy this time,
On breaths,
and swim of survival,
Landing on bare skin,
seeming distant echoes,
to unknown fate.
Rafique Farooqi
107
NIGHTMARE FANTASIES
The nightmare is just,
to kiss my eyes,
while i am sleeping,
no one dies.
you can kill me,
every midnight,
lambs are innocent,
hold your knife,
i am just on my way,
come on baby, never say,
none is my friend,
life is just to end.
i am here,
come anyway,
just to stay,
no other way.
Rafique Farooqi
108
NOT ON OTHER DAY
My heart is like a sick bird,
hiding in his wings.
And life is becoming hard,
like climbing on the tree,
with weezing asthma,
You deserted me like a running piece of cloud, leaving me alone.
I am feeling this, like an amputated leg giving false perception of its painful presence.I
have become just like a shadow which is not part of any matter, my presence.is not
ever at now, nor at on other day.
Rafique Farooqi
109
ON THAT EVENING
once we were,
breathing,
smiling,
and living,
on the same,
and things became,
strange on some tornado,
we could not find,
our loves, our homes,
in wreaked jet sam,
and to seek the straws,
of dry jungle grasses,
to refurbish our nest,
and loneliest cries.
shadowed long,
when the days were over.
with blood sheds.
Rafique Farooqi
110
ONE CUP OF TEA.....NEVER TO CRY
i am all alone,
in the crowded street,
hiding myself by closing eyes,
closing my ears,
feeling nothing,
a deceptive escape,
with inner mingled,
sickness,
to keep alone,
just wanting one leaf of the spring, season,
one color of the rainbow,
hiding in my raincoat,
from one dropp from the rain.
the purity of elements,
symbolic texture,
rhythm of latched desires,
integral part of solemn life,
the heat of life,
endowed to love,
nothiing else,
it is me for peace
Rafique Farooqi
111
OVER THE TROUBLES
This was all,
pretence about,
the sovereign visions,
that claimed the truths,
in invited grimly, gestures,
bound to wall-to-wall,
with bones and bloods.
some vowed to rumble,
the paining heads,
and no claim on dusks, and dawns,
born perceptible approaches,
of blind hands, seeking,
streets and faces stained with sins.
the wayward feuds reluctant to pin the eyeball, over the walls,
this whole staged troubled zones.,
bounded to quite their throats.
and once again to the will, and
day robers joined to rule.
this advance in perill,
fill the flaws of earth,
with their dead bodies.
and war fields are clear,
to see the next war of generations
Rafique Farooqi
112
PAINFUL ENDS
At the ends,
eagers and excitements,
find flaccid tongues,
Achieved or lost,
dribble on the feet.
The inner and outer wars,
bring vultures, to eat,
dead aims,
and ill smelling,
blood of realities, gets
served to flies of lies.
The long hands of time,
bend the spines of arrogance.
the withered leafs of autumn,
fuel the smoke and fire of demolition.
choices to life and death,
written on the ill fitted shoes of miseries,
which blister the the feet of the wariors
and rust the shines,
of swords of ages.
Ends are always painful.
Rafique Farooqi
113
PRINCE LIVING UNDER A TREE
i am with nothing,
and want nothing more,
i am living under a tree,
and dreaming heavens,
i lost my hungers,
after three episodes of hunger pains,
i take pleasant showers,
in open rains,
Rafique Farooqi
114
PROMISED GENES
it is solemnly endowed,
promised inheritance,
encoded genetically,
red roses, and butterflies,
and green leafs,
are miracles of beatng hearts,
and sunsets,
rising moons,
and glimpses of silver mountains,
with clicked gestures,
of silversmith,
cutting flesh of events,
to bones,
and you are a familiar face of the time,
what you know about,
someone in front of you,
and light spotting your face,
and cutting the darkness,
like dagger,
and walls standing like hills,
and picture of fates,
mounted with dusts,
and blow of wind revealing,
eyes of primitive man.
and on recollection,
of evidence, like a bird,
refurbishing his nest,
man stands straight,
on his two limbs, and
amazed over this re evolution.,
Rafique Farooqi
115
RATHER TO LIVE WITH HARASSMENTS
i remained unable to,
.find myself,
since i got lost,
and the shadow of me,
disappeared with sunset.,
blending with the prevailing darkness,
and the core of my visions,
is like a distant star flickering,
with denisty of chilled winds,
i am to put my favours,
on my weared eyes.,
and the feebly breathing soul,
lurking in stagnant pool of mind,
and i am drifting myself, lapsing in intermediary circling, endeavored life,
my enemy is sharp, and vigilant,
and reluctant to know,
my whereabouts,
but i dont know, where i am,
since the day i got lost.
Rafique Farooqi
116
REASON TO FEAR
The midnight howls,
crying over the,
pyramids of pharaoh,
unable to fill the Nile with their tears,
and brittle skins snapped,
by urban adventures,
in unknown crypts,
lying underground bones.
history flows like,
a glaxy in the universe,
a thousand suns heating,
the frozen realities,
and gushed rivers,
feeding the deserts,
of thirst,
and bloodflow in the.
veins of sky,
vital for love and eternity.,
and one slogan,
of one voice,
to clear the darkened clouds,
below the foundations,
of wilful thoughts,
bringing imagery,
of existence.
Rafique Farooqi
117
REASON TO LIVE MORE
Why you have left
your power to dream
as the shadow follows your footsteps
i remember standing in the courtyard
looking at the cleft in the wall
i painted my figure on the wall
with the black of my own ashes
i lost the count of time
and met the last dead man in the dream
he was still trying to have my garden
but like the wise i broke my dream
whence my mindless masters
have sent me
now i am looking at my feet
and realizing
this me all weepy
with some reason to live more
Rafique Farooqi
118
REFURBISHED......FOR LOVE
no dream retreats,
from its orientations,
no limits, no boundaries,
can bound reals and dreams,
dreams never get old,
an old guy can also be a dream,
of a fairy land,
a dream of a youg one.,
tummy tucking,
acryic teeth,
intra occular lenses,
botulism toxin injection,
removal of wrinkles,
hair transplantation,
restores all that gone,
viagra and vit E;
can make him gladiator,
thus old man,
refurbished.....for new love.
and new home, new car.
.stormcaller.
Apr 25,2009
[Report]
Rafique Farooqi
119
RISING BACK TO LIFE
Like rsing from the deep waters,
from high compression of waters,
like a sea diver with untidy breaths.
having disarray in thoughts,
by marked disorder of fears.
hiding like a guilty-faced,
on the hind line of crowd.
just like painful hope in dark,
with blind eyes in thunder and spark,
with spell of forgetfulness,
anxiuous and waiting,
depressions more poignant,
dim and half vision,
breed from chills,
rising back to life,
from depths of forgetfulness.
hopeful again,
coming back to you,
............again.
Rafique Farooqi
120
RIVALS ON RUN
Scrach in the imagination,
spreading in random,
opaque direction of visionary,
planes particular to the ends finding loves, in longing arms of cherry faced monsters,
eating foul smelled fungus,
recipes in ugly bowls of gravity,
all crystal ware shattered to whirling storm grinding,
rusted walls of existence,
shines in new horizons,
blinding the eyes.
and evils melted into wax,
like vomits,
bile running in streets of,
dirt made castles.
marking the history,
with sharpness of revengeful
swords,
dissecting the reality,
upto lower ends,
the final dual on the,
other century awaiting the rivals.
Rafique Farooqi
121
ROADSIDE SPELLS
The road of the life,
extends,
with bends,
we bear,
the fate,
sooner,
or late,
we find love,
or some hate,
and some other conditions,
some doubts,
some suspicions,
some beliefs,
some deviations,
when we take this road,
with evens,
or odds,
we weave,
stories of miser,
and joy,
and of some,
different,
we wonder it more,
when we find some corner,
like rejected toys.
Rafique Farooqi
122
SANDS & FLIGHT
thoughts broken,
into sands,
a fist of diamond sand,
loosing every second,
flames of turmoil,
dancing and whirling,
in directions,
tears of dew,
alive in hopoes,
inhaling smokes deep,
poisoning blood,
roadside tree running back,
mirage of deserting running,
far and beyond visibility,
window of thoughts,
broken by diamond crystal,
and soul torturing image,
nightmarish kisses of,
furious ignitions of sparks,
a bird flight,
in the night,
long to go,
never back,
around and proximated,
cave of huge cut-throat.
Rafique Farooqi
123
SELF EXILE
I looked last time,
the barren walls of,
my inner city,
a torn dirty banner,
hanging on, with window,
i lived there with my loneliness.
a self exile, but painfully,
i refrained to adore,
and from existence.
walking bare hand again,
on road of life,
that ends on endless path.
Rafique Farooqi
124
SELF TALKING
i have to tell,
my friends a lot,
but they have no time for me
to listen,
they are busy in,
talking about,
new cars,
forecasting forex rates,
and obliging,
new beautiful,
assistant to of
boss,
i am to tell my sufferings to myself,
and busy in biting my nails,
scratching line,
on painted walls,
stripping threads from my shirt,
crushing lead pencil,
with my canines,
looking intothe mirror,
again and again,
my therapist, getting, hopeless,
and going to declare me,
a self talking person like,
a third degree burn.
Rafique Farooqi
125
SHADOWS OF YOUR SOUL
I listen your voices,
you are never here,
i can't find you anywhere,
I see you in side room,
writing something
i feel you touching my hair,
I feel your foot step in the back door,
when i want to see you,
find nothing there.
this makes me strange,
and watch the door,
with constant stare.
Rafique Farooqi
126
SHE WILL BE COMING MOONSON
relax rafique,
the wind is gone,
but will be back,
after kissing the Himalayas,
frozen lips,
and will be gravid,
with grains of rains,
it will shower ice,
on your burning, skins,
it is moonson,
the beautiful princess of the East,
it will be coolant,
and will spread its long, beatiiful,
black hairs,
on your face and shoulders,
she will paint your desert,
with green and rainbow colors,
the buds of roses,
will germinate,
and waters will run in your,
veins and the five rivers,
She has sparkly,
lust in her hairs
and eyelashes,
she is thirsty wind,
let her go, to to himalayas,
relax rafique,
she will be back,
as moonson,
The oriental princess,
The beaty of Kashmir.
Rafique Farooqi
127
SOME OLD DOMESTIC SOUNDS
i am always happy by,
winning my prospects,
and lucky also earning,
from my hobbies, and getting respects.
asking people to swallow pills,
and making them aware of side effects,
sometimes i think a different,
and follow other assets,
i am missing some domestic sounds,
used to be having their good effects,
whoom of spinng wheel,
singing of kettle, hissing of urn,
crying of children,
noice making hens, cows, and other pets,
and distant sounds of steam engine, and barking dogs,
every thing gone,
now there are many caustics to brain,
traffic noice, and flying jets.
like old fashioned man,
i am missing comforting,
domestic sounds.
Rafique Farooqi
128
STAY WITH ME
i can see you,
when i close my eyes
when i rest on log of tree,
in open sky,
and you know my sensations,
and my all blossoms,
and my old fascination,
i ll not let you go,
i ll hold you in my dreams,
Rafique Farooqi
129
STORM IN THE CUP OF TEA
Hate when cultivated,
by defeated love,
invents,
instruments to ruin,
all with blindness,
and cold winds rush to fill, the vacuum,
with havoc of storm,
ugly smiles ripple,
on face of revenge,
spitting distasteful love.
now you wake up rubbing your eyes,
someone knocking at your door.
Rafique Farooqi
130
Suppose
Suppose that,
Love is equal to power of sacrifice,
And sky is blue as always,
And we are still under root,
Of two,
Suppose water is filling,
All empty spaces,
We make rains,
To empty all the clouds,
And just wipe the desert,
From all the vocabulary,
Suppose dream are true,
As sky is blue,
And we walk on a beech,
Arm in arm,
And no fear of weathers.
and night falls on roads,
When trees look grey,
We want to stay,
In dreams prolonged to lighthouse,
And suppose we determined,
To never ending story,
Of sacrifice and love.
and 1+1=1
Rafique Farooqi
131
SWEET SOULMATE
my heart and mind,
Is open for you,
and you are welcomed,
Always,
like a breezy dew,
On my eyebrows,
You are sweet,
Soulmate,
With swing of flowers,
In in thursts of,
Whirling winds,
and hands in hands,
frozen on chilled,
Seashore,
waiting season,
Of whirling love dreams,
and singing lips,
feeling your warmth,
Infusion of your soul,
In my heart,
words are flickering,
on my lips,
Like stars,
and a bird is fluttering,
In my chest,
And as you know,
It is a glow,
Rafique Farooqi
132
TERRORISM
The voices became so silent
for the sound of bitter weeping
when the evening came
held in flame of candle
with emptiness of hollow longing
like swish of losing independence
fading in wrap of despair
as his sword
making sibilant sound
cutting the airs
wherever
unconquerable mortal
to do
in crowded minds
full of fading desires
Rafique Farooqi
133
THE BOY WITH HIS GUITAR
Putting his little fingers,
on the strings of his guitar,
a serene boy looked to the sky,
pointed his eyes to stars,
while the night growing in dreams,
he brought his art to extremes,
and notes began floating to the heavens,
the empty silence filled all,
with sweet rhythm of his thought,
and dew drops coming down like mists,
and musk of heavens,
soothing around,
he paused for a while,
and told me with a smile,
my mother is living with stars,
she loves my guitars,
when i play my guitar,
she makes tears of dew,
i see her in colors and hue.
Rafique Farooqi
134
THE CREATURE FROM HEAVENS
you are putting your eyes,
on the doors of heavens,
and want caressed by skies,
and you flutter, with clouds,
and love soaring in winds,
you have no bounds,
in getting deep blood warming loves,
and putting pearls in deep blue seas,
and over the mountains,
and flow down with breezes,
while getting glow of sunsets,
you put you your faiths and,
eternal loving face on my shoulders,
i am to touch your cold hands,
your vibrant existence is,
bightness, , , i am feeling, as
the skies are vast
and earth like heavens,
Rafique Farooqi
135
THE FLIGHT OF MY SOUL
not in your streets,
nor on… your doors,
nor at your home now,
my soul flutters,
above the skys,
beneath the heavens,
in the colors of rainbows,
and in the fragrance,
of roses,
in the glitters of ice,
over the mountains,
and the gems and of pearls,
in the sea,
in the kisses of breeze,
as forever my love is getting eternal.
Rafique Farooqi
136
THE FUTURE
Past is forgotten wound,
awakened by tortures of present,
Longing malignant hands to
strangulate the future.
death leaves no flaw,
In her art,
and your finished breaths with complete, story
and replaced by new breathing baby,
that baby is your endless desire to live.,
Your image shattered into thousands, with mirror,
And small creatures dragging their food.
Your digested dignity,
runs in the blood of the crawling creatures.
Rafique Farooqi
137
THE HARVEST
my desires,
and my ambitions,
all i cherish,
and all efforts i do,
just to win,
just to have,
just to see,
a beautiful smile on your face,
thst i love to see,
that is a spark,
and brightness,
of spring seasons,
i love so much to see.
Rafique Farooqi
138
THE LINGERING GRUDGE
:
Like two opposite banks,
of a river,
i am unable to meet and understand,
grudge of centuries,
ruins and swamps of miserable pains
as breathing molecules of air, with
choking wispers of moments.over the
secrets of grabbed hidden cries,
coming out from the cascaded sins.
like fire of inflamed tissues,
ending in smoke screen,
to hide the face of offended loves,
temptation and greeds,
flowing to downtowns.
where tranquillity is nailed,
on walls.,
ended fires tuned in ashes,
and smokes.
the ruler raging over the deprives of weird conspiracy,
of rigorous faces.
The sleeping king,
to love the notes,
of his flute.
and unable to find,
the way out for his,
princess and prince.
making loudest cry,
oved the brim of history,
while to see the dances,
of death.
under the red sky.
Rafique Farooqi
139
THE MERCILESS
This little world,
beneath your feet,
bringing fame to swords,
of the conquerors,
wiped the written words of fate,
from the slate of time,
and quill and strings,
on disposal of stilling verses,
while the tongue of life,
stretched to lick,
the moments of ages,
the fresh tears of the sky,
merged to fill the,
rivers of persia,
and frozen peaks of the mountains,
saw the bloodflow in their lakes,
and collusion of ages,
fuelled the tragic tales,
as the ends are always with pains,
and with mists of frozen cries,
putting the legends,
to role on downslopes.
Rafique Farooqi
140
THE ROADS FROM THE STEETS
some threats,
closer to necks,
distasteful to tongue,
spitting out bitter wishes,
over the feet of patience,
pulling out the veins from.
chest of waiting hopes,
and gravid will,
spaced apart from heart,
of walls,
street bulls heading in dark,
bruising skins with their feet,
when the milks split on dusks,
long laughed shadows,
stretching wide over the heads.
The aimless birdwatchers,
dancing on drums,
Never to see the sky,
and earthly heated,
sands,
the red and hot winds,
blowing up the cries.
now watch the silenced,
streets and sleeping doors,
out from the roads.
Rafique Farooqi
141
THE SUNRISE
Glory is the might,
that glows over the,
cheeks of roses,
earth and moon,
are tears of the sun,
as love is made from,
the bliss of heavens.
blood runs in the veins under,
the skin of life.
once or twice,
or always,
my heart thinks,
while beating,
if love is oceans,
waiting eyes are beach,
that adores the rising sun.
Rafique Farooqi
142
THE SURVIVAL
Life is tortured,
beyond the thresholds
of painful existence,
and natured to selection,
and squinted eye of sky,
having peripheral visibility,
deceived to outfitted exits,
and tissues fabricated,
to skeletal cages,
the inhaled stuffs,
causing inflamed veils,
over the eyebrows,
of the nature.
and the fittest to survive,
limping on hot stones,
of way to live.
Rafique
Rafique Farooqi
143
THE WALLED CITY
why not the cage fixer,
be punished,
and traps of hunters ruined,
and strangulating hands shackled,
the rusting flower feeded,
to scorpions,
eyesight diverted to back head amensia walking on the barren road eating mascarene
grass with creepy bray to pause shrewish utters of pained revenges.
The house full of bald scalped maniacs making louder applause. over rubbish demo of
stupid boss.
the feverish skulls,
running to exits,
latest hells open to fools of walled city.
Rafique Farooqi
144
THINKING OF ME
i have two ways,
one takes me towads you,
and other away from you,
and there is no wayside else,
and in between,
i am with vibrancy,
and egotistic, strengths,
where to find?
my image,
if i am a different,
i think sometimes,
for and about me.
Rafique Farooqi
145
THIS NIGHT
dancing and hallucinating,
fireflies,
behind the blinded, thoughts,
lost in gravities of straying ideas
in void spaces of thick blood,
sticking on walls of ages,
nauseous like whirling dervish,
and stupor of metamorphosis,
maggot like larva sticking,
on the tongue of beautiful virgin of time and space.
my loved plenet broken,
into astroids,
and fates and lucks,
smoked to ends,
closing the eyes of sky.
clouds are reluctant to,
exhale their vapours,
on my palms,
green leaves ripening,
beneath my eyebrows,
wet with dew drops
Rafique Farooqi
146
TIDES OF THE TIME
Long long staring eyes,
frozen eternity to real,
it may be so valid,
like rising sun of the east
While few feet beneath my feet,
there is another world,
dormant and silent,
like lips of bride,
time jumps too long,
Enslaving the moments in the cage,
Your presence is worthy,
Leaving me in a slot,
I may think a lot,
to untie this knot,
Rafique Farooqi
147
TRIPLE PURPLE ANGELS TRUMPET
my veiled desires pouring,
out of my veins,
and my mutant genes,
germinating in grooves,
of moist brick walls, of alley,
making stalks of weeds,
my four chambers,
of heart throwing my red,
and white cells out of windows,
there is breed of multiple,
disorders of personality,
a tornado of psychotropic pills, over-aggressive, cries,
of wisdom in darkened insanity,
roses crushed beneath,
feet of aggravated pains,
the angels' breathless in veins,
it is numbness, of sorrow,
suffocated, lull,
a rumble of judgement day,
the sun is coming down,
the winds are to blow-up,
everything,
coming from,
triple purple angel's trumpet
Rafique Farooqi
148
TUBULENCE
This time difference,
marking still births stories,
related to extinguished generations.
ruling for centuries,
watching with graves of kings.
and their fish mouth shaped,
crowns,
telling the tale of cruelty,
and darkened shadows,
dancing over their skulls.
the days are not other than,
when the peace was set on blaze,
and life riddled with calamities,
the surface of earth pained with inflamed desires.
when the ages quickened in hands,
leaving running out astonishments to humanity..
Rafique Farooqi
149
UNCERTAIN BREATHS
It was all about,
and some mishap,
we walked through unpaved,
road of life.
and our aches,
pretended to smile,
when,
Joined hand to hand,
In the stream of pains,
roling like uprooted bush,
Pushed by fated winds,
Longing up to nominal stare
and journey ends with strides,
chocking wispered cries.,
was it some unfamiliar gaze? ,
while soul and body,
Just broken,
on a pause of breaths, ...
...................
so uncertain breaths.
Rafique Farooqi
150
UNFORGETTABLE
is anything wrong, ? i dont think anything went wrong,
we lived as family,
in a dreamland,
we made a long drive in rains and in open sky,
we floated in dreams,
i think you got beautiful moments,
foolproof and open hearted,
my hands were soothing,
it was what i cant understand,
and you also,
if you miss this union,
then it was love,
if you have forgotten,
it was a miraculous imagination,
if you still dont understand,
then it is an eternal love.
you found it accidentally,
Rafique Farooqi
151
VICTIMS
Sorrowful cries and wails
fallen behind your brick wall
and dying flame ofdesire
fluttering at your door
with tears
on each fragment of memories
declare the independence from life
with scattered tissues
in pool of blood
this sizzling evening
is different than every
mournful event
as innocents are slain
by ruthless claws again
telling the peacekeepers
the undeclared war of evil
is not over
Rafique Farooqi
152
VIRTUAL HARASSMENTS
my image broken,
with my mirror image,
shattered into millions
of pixals,
mine living tissues under spell,
of visual acuty,
referective trouble-shooters,
parallel index,
nevertheless it all nothing,
virtual harassment,
a weapon of future war,
bloodless bloodshed
changed, reshaped,
sharpened threats,
hunting online,
slavery online,
child abuse,
painful labour,
unskiled roundups,
online wars,
only survival,
condition to surrender,
before invisible enemy.
Rafique Farooqi
153
VOID DAY
it was a siqually thrust,
and over-aggressive stare of the, sky,
rendering skull bones detached,
likely torn thought,
murmuring like flies over,
rancid grapes,
dragging my legs over thorn of time,
teasing sounds pierced my ear sacules,
motive....to aware my soul,
from hotly glazes of the sun.
one spash of water wetting my eyes,
who could be the food of
wild velocireptors,
they need their hungers,
exagrated with promises,
of proteins,
dribbled sliva showning their tactful hunting,
Radar and bullet useless,
with fused batteries,
i am to run back with angel,
from the warfare, of drea
Rafique Farooqi
154
WAITING ALWAYS
All i wanted to know,
what you dont prettily tell,
either me next to recollect,
the crusts of mine wounds underneath,
or my heart sounds aloud,
awakening from the sleep,
and wandering clouds,
to see from the window,
over the distant white mountain in fully growing moon,
like sleeping bird in his nest.
to open sky,
my eyes waiting,
and dancing flaws in clouds,
making unrest aloud lightening in sheath of open heart,
i am feeling your face in my hands,
i see my face your eyes,
but there is getting silence,
in my ears, your voices raising,
from my thoughts,
that linger like smoke in still air,
and my frozen hopes,
suspended in room,
and door opens i see you,
coming in,
it always seems to be, it is always a dream for me,
but it goes on, till morning.
every night
Rafique Farooqi
155
WAITING IN WINGS
when the roads,
streets and trees of the,
city are asleep,
i am with empty arms,
before the silence of my room,
and waiting with constant stare,
on drowsy lcd of my pc,
with my vestigue wings,
wanting to fly some island,
with mine scleroftic heart,
kisses and hugs soaring in thoughts,
and floating on the sea of,
visionary bands of love,
i see white doves coming down, from higher clouds,
and the moon hiding behind pieces of clouds with circled hollow of brighteness,
nights are not always dressed,
with kindness,
and fragrance of jasmines,
not always mine,
untill dreams are real,
and getting bliss of life..
Rafique Farooqi
156
WALKING WITH WILD AMENESIA
You blew rose petals,
on your palm,
went floating in the air,
simulating butterflies in circles.
we went walking slowly on flowered,
paths, of life, to the love dreams,
searching snails on the beach,
over footprints of birds,
the crimson rays of the setting sun passing through your golden hair.
your lips paused saying something, you wanted to say,
putting your face on my heart,
my fingers touching your eyelashes,
and crossing the arches of eyebrows,
forgetting myself, got lost in your green eyes lakes,
and you went to deep sleeps,
in my open arms.
golden water ran over the words written on the sands,
our promises slowly grew in the daydreams.
our souls diffused in eternity,
and the snow spreading on the earth, chilled to the core of existence.
and finally was goodbye,
leaving your warm tears on my palms,
i am standing under an autumn tree,
listening to the crying withered leaves under my feet.
Gems never remain,
always with us,
the parents,
the vigours of the youth age
loving friends,
and singing birds of the springs.
i am alone to walk on the barren road of life with my wild amnsia.
Rafique Farooqi
157
WALLS
you are right,
i know this,
since i never knew,
anything about my whereabouts,
when objectives flamed,
in smokes,
and strains pierced,
blistering ambitions,
predatory weathers,
prevailed on roofs,
and pyramids,
raised on sands,
when humanity was shackled,
and scales were invented,
to weigh the mass value of bloods and water,
and flesh was fuelled,
to raise walls,
Rafique Farooqi
158
WELCOME BACK
Glitters of our bonds,
got rusted with time,
You got changed a little,
and me also,
like winds,
and moving ocean,
we are alive,
with healed scars,
we are back,
on the road of life,
with the same passions,
as these were before,
Rafique Farooqi
159
WHEN YOU ARE COMING?
I am here with love,
sympathetic neurons,
peaceful dreams,
What remains,
Is bunch of roses,
and breezily love,
waiting your advent,
doors of my eyes,
opened in silence,
of nights, and colors,
of days,
the walls of my home standindIng still,
on toes of hopes, ,
the trees of my garden,
are bowing with fruits,
and full moon with his buties,
Star are flickering,
with notes of string.,
weathers are springs for you,
dont change your destiny,
at this place,
Your strange,
desires are welcomed here..
Rafique Farooqi
160
WHERE THE SUN SETS
In the lap of the horizon,
over the blinks of the evening lulls,
red yellow and crimson clouds,
the painted sky by greater sun,
a canvas of love & faith,
a bride of the universe,
with red glow on her face,
and kiss of orange on her lips,
always with golden hair and bliss,
a pride of the whole day,
the evening sky with sunset.
the golden grass and golden trees,
and longing shadows towards the ends
and birds flying back to their nests,
always it is out of of reach,
always i want to go there,
where there the sun sets
Rafique Farooqi
161
WHILE I SMILE
Smile on my face,
is not a possible truth,
i may not tell you,
what i feel,
my wounds are never to heal,
What i should reveal,
and what should i conceal,
Lingers a question,
In my eyes,
and writes a wrinkle,
On my face,
till the ends are far-reaching,
and hope that peeps,
like oozing blood from skin,
The real hides deeper than that.,
and you stay in front of me,
to make doubts,
about me, and my person,
while i am talking.
Rafique Farooqi
162
WHY TO MISS?
If you got my taste,
then why to waste,
the time in your fist,
running so swift,
and dont think,
a bird on the sky,
that will fly,
and never be shy,
Or you will cry,
and why,
you are too late, ?
to know your fate.
Rafique Farooqi
163
WILD MISADVENTURE
Sparrows are falling,
like stones,
from the sky,
over the clouds,
the baby is hungry,
swallowing the paper,
no more teething,
mum is sneezing,
virtual virus,
just now breeding,
in my nightmare,
elephant foot,
stepping on my chest,
no more cry, event for to die,
i am here, and nowhere,
what to share,
just my life,
comiing soon,
on the moon,
purple baboon,
seen from here,
how you dare,
dont stare,
its unfair,
no more eyes,
eyes of tiger,
fixed over my face,
needled canines,
on my jaws,
i can eat, all your meat,
all your flesh all your skin,
born to win,
dont fear, i am alone,
just come down,
without your gun
Rafique Farooqi
164
WITHOUT LOVE
without your love,
i am just a plant of chilli,
with brittle buds,
and barren futures,
darker nights,
scorched days,
haunted mind,
opaque eyes,
parched lips,
drunken gaits,
half hearted motives,
useless gestures.
pointless thoughs,
and nothing else.
Rafique Farooqi
165
WORN-OUT BLOOMS
A withering leaf,
Crest fallen,
Below the clouds of sorrow,
Waiting the loud lightening,
To jump down,
In depths of saddened,
end,
And slow moonlight,
prevailing behind the darkness, of rainy clouds, waiting of kiss of heavens.
And banks of river,
Standing silent with questions.
Is it a cleared fate?
To find epmty hands,
Where worn-out blooms,
End in glooms
Rafique Farooqi
166
WRITTEN TRUTH
Under the shadow of,
your eyelashes,
Tears blinks in agony,
And dafodils dancing,
With vibrant lips,
Pain floates with notes,
making scratch on the heart,
The glow on cheeks,
Is oozing love.
I am smiling over,
Knots of strange moments,
You are so beautiful.
Rafique Farooqi
167
YOUR AUDLE IMAGE
my heart flutters for you,
more as you are a dream,
or reality,
or still a stranger,
or a question to unseen realities,
may i look,
my face in your words,
somewhere,
written on wall of,
sands,
in the desert of fate,
or footprints,
mine that lead to,
search of my desire,
or my famous despairs.
born with ill-fated,
person of me,
mingled to strive for,
my viability,
righteous to live,
on audle hopes.
Rafique Farooqi
Rafique Farooqi
- poems -
2
Rafique Farooqi (Date of birth 22 April 1959)
I was born in dist Gujranwala Pakistan, i matriculated from govt High School
Qilla Didar Singh, FSc from Govt College LAHORE: and MBBS from
Allama Iqbal Medical College Lahore: in 1984, i am doing my G.P practices,
at Lahore, Writting is my Hobby.
3
! EVERGREEN
When i feel different,
sometimes,
grudges grunt,
over spics of angers,
debris of hates,
swells to degenerate,
Into sparks of illusive traits,
whereas i spare,
my actions,
to seed peaceful emotions,
calling spade a space,
and wrong a wrong,
sky and earth,
apear kind,
when i face with my opened eyes,
you can see,
with all this,
rains and winds,
keep green alive.
and evergreen.
Rafique Farooqi
4
! LET US JOIN
just come,
and color my sleeps,
with dreams,
sun rays,
and laser beams,
and never shatter,
whatever may be matter.
anyway
you are sweet,
like a heartbeat,
and stay with me,
in a dreamy island,
with breezes,
and sunflowers,
for long lasting,
hours,
this blue sky,
this blue sea,
is ours,
these clouds,
these rains,
joys,
happiness,
all types of pain,
our success,
vain,
any strain,
any good,
or bad weather,
will be taken,
together
Rafique Farooqi
5
! MUTATION
Blood is bitter nor sweet,
not even sour,
it seems a taste of death,
blended with ashes and dust,
innocents slain with pains,
who is to stop feuds,
fires grow in grasses,
and winds rush through windows,
when newborn screams for life,
sun blazes the sands,
peace glitters like mirage,
man mutates to monster,
when life is bitter than death.
Rafique Farooqi
6
! THE NEXT DAY
Glitters of snows lingers in eyes,
like a taste of a promised bliss,
while hangover of conscious,
in the chill of night,
lost in mists of dismay,
and shiver of hands,
catching the tremors,
when spark of fire dreamed in mind,
and face of winds,
refused by mirror,
While rose petals,
dropping like tears,
and numbed bare feet,
weary and lost,
the journey,
begins with heart of defeat,
there is some room,
upon the top of the hill,
as i lock the door,
waiting for the next day.
Rafique Farooqi
7
! THE VOYAGE
Just the day,
comes,
with an iron will,
the way to conquer the passions,
standing strong for the will,
droned by half hearted gestures,
and sick blood,
heated to warm,
inhabiting the frozen hope,
Clenched jaw,
over the aggressions,
a defeated wish,
to surrender,
famous faces,
staring sky, ,
the voyage,
with design of numbness,
against the howling winds,
and in deep waters.
Rafique Farooqi
8
! TORNAMENTS
i dream, i promise,
i break up,
i shatter,
like unstable,
moments,
in the life,
countless,
in occasions,
but,
i still wonder,
over,
my internal distortions,
viable,
noises, raised up to neck,
occasional severity,
in behavior disorder,
and shutdown,
of all random priorities,
to pay breaths as ransom,
to life,
with fetters over body,
emptying my lungs,
with labored exhale,
how you can believe,
when lies are,
ornaments of face,
and swamps of sins,
to drag me in,
you are generous,
to offer me,
your hand,
in epic moments,
with traction of my arm,
but gravity,
increasing my weight,
to infinity,
death comes,
with light speed,
Einstein writes,
EMC2,
on my fore head,
Alexander conquers my will,
Aristotle confuses,
the situation,
whatever,
it may be,
hidden,
and dormant,
t ornaments,
erupting from the soil.
under my feet
9
Rafique Farooqi
10
! WARS
I drift down,
when i listen utterances,
reverberating in my mind,
these are not melodies,
but dances of hunger and sickness,
over the broken crusts of earth,
In downtowns on real grounds.
where sky burns and ashes,
soar in hurricane winds.
where breeze does not mean,
and fires of war rain with blood,
and clouds of dark smokes,
and cannon rumbles shake the hearts,
Where life is deeper than graves,
and death may give it up,
embracing the tragic,
Can man find himself?
with wavering wisdom,
gripping necks with shaking hands,
with suffered tolerance,
In house of fantasies.
with open eyes,
and buried dreams,
Rafique Farooqi
11
! WITHERING WHISPERS
Memories of pain,
still droning on,
to dampen the exuberance,
of my faith in you,
raging on my brittle defeats,
you run over my silent desires,
to celebrate,
your day of,
vicarious victory,
and our vested tryst,
limping along,
desperate moments,
fading into oblivion,
and as i know,
you're not as vile,
as i thought,
Rafique Farooqi
12
# FIRE OF TURMOILS
Watching the events,
from a distance,
having a thin slice of glimpse,
accolade may be,
matter of pride,
or something at bigger stakes,
denouncing a dissident on turmoil,
wrapped crush on breaths,
repentance over past sins,
partially sensible,
motivated by anger and love,
inscrutable to know the real,
bitterly tasted with frenzied joy,
worsened by fascination,
we get from the people,
we can't understand.
Rafique Farooqi
13
(*) RAGE OF HONOUR
Rumble of sparkling,
awaking the peace hating,
monster minded,
licking the victory songs,
written on walls of history,
with ancient spells,
roaring in the dark caves,
back for hunting,
the heads of ages,
again unsheathing their swords,
of ill design.
mothers crying,
for new borns,
and sun eaten by eclipse,
and the blood of civil,
quenching the thirst of evil,
and the suicidal bombers
invading the streets,
with virulent aims,
poisoning the ears,
with their outcasted lies.
this invisible enemy,
carcinogen to life,
hiding in the laps of civilization
Wanting terminate,
The days and nights,
To smokes of darkness..
Rafique Farooqi
14
(*) RIGHT BUT LATE
Strains stretching,
my neurotic spells,
and hate rendering,
whatsoever,
the humour burning to miser,
staring walls with design of ill.
Glottis to strangulate,
with hopeless utter,
and crying feebled to hoarse,
Like a bird to disapear in horizon
and desire longed to finish,
like candle thread,
another desert stands to cross along,
and feet to blister with hot sand,
storm is to blow his wistles,
like hiss of snake, .
and mine struggles are right but late,
Rafique Farooqi
15
(*) UNUSUAL STRESSES
I wanted to see you,
In dreams,
and always,
It lingers,
Like mists,
and smokes,
In spaces,
before my visions,
but in realities people,
find epmty mosaics,
filled with airs,
rather beautiful fluids,
Like wines of dreams,
so in a jiffy,
I saw you,
In a crowd,
like a cloud,
below a hot sun,
I felt everything drifting,
in my eyes,
i found my self,
alone,
and nothing,
alive around me,
I walked a journey,
on a barren road of life,
and smokes became still,
before my eyes,
Rafique Farooqi
16
(*) WAITING EYES
My waiting eyes,
chilled in clouds,
wandering above the,
frozen peaks of the mountains.,
where darkness at nights,
and brightness of snow at day,
blinds me,
and fears of frost bite,
blown whistles of furious winds,
are to push me to drift in death valley,
why i want to know your presence,
close to my mind,
where a warmth of life,
is with survival,
my limbs are grabbed by white bears,
and they want me,
to drag in their caves,
and these bears are happy,
to find some taste of red blood,
i want finally to know a reality,
do you love,
to see me at this particular moment,
when i am to find asylum at heavens.
Rafique Farooqi
17
(*) COOL WITH WORDS
Stars moon,
Sun and sky,
we love to find,
and relate our pain or joy,
and fluttering winds,
clouds and birds,
our murmuring lips,
singing words,
and dancing rainbows
with love when grows,
sunshine, and rains,
soothing our body pains,
breeze and green grasses, ,
and flower when tosses,
standing trees and hills,
warm weathers and cool rills
giving hopes against fears,
giving life and wiping tears,
Rafique Farooqi
18
(*) UNREAL AND REAL
The past is something,
you lost,
and becoming last of the last,
and future is a weather forcast,
the paradise is distant,
dream, walking empty hands,
a sketch made on the sands,
When we see by closing eyes,
Our vision dies,
Placing universe on temporal measure,
one page of life we tear,
better to do,
what you want,
and leave what you dont want,
Rafique Farooqi
19
(*) YOUR SMILES
Your smiles,
give me feathers,
my wings flutter to soar,
your smiles shine like rainbow,
growing after pleasant rains.
I am feeling your breaths, inhailing heavenly musks,
I am sinking in your smiles,
deep blue and clear waters,
and fresh roses with dew,
your smiles make me to know.
how my vigours grow.
Rafique Farooqi
20
(*) GOLDEN DREAM
milestones embedded,
in dreams,
and journey of nights,
is something different,
in lights and sounds,
tribals dancing on,
the roasides,
with golden bowls in hands,
fire flies moving like stars,
the road ended in the,
river and gold water,
running down,
and crystal boat approaching me,
i am to cross the river,
before the lights and,
sounds are over,
Rafique Farooqi
21
(*) HOMELESS LOVE
Thirst is never quenched,
by distant vision of the water,
It burns like a desire,
Consumed, and contracted,
With blazing of time,
You may trim the clay of hopes,
from outcast of ambitions,
and days to return empty handed and worn.,
making fallen leafs your,
Only ornament,
Fate is. a street boy,
crying over broken toy,
Your silence,
meant for confession,
unwanted sins,
dragging weary feet,
on bend of street,
Just with homeless and,
wayward love.
Rafique Farooqi
22
(*) SELF REHABILITATION
Over with dilapidated,
outcast of past,
needless to regret,
over sentimental erosion,
deplorable skeletal wreaks,
amendable with back steps,
Cognisant of perceptible,
hands of kindliness,
and hopeful disposition.
This day is nothing,
like others,
glide of soaring wings,
against the winds,
Over the sea waters,
a breakthrough,
is needed just,
with passage of time
Rafique Farooqi
23
(^) EDGE OF OFFENCE
on one day or the other,
some occult desire,
blinding my soul,
with fall of my dignity,
over the betrayal of breaths,
when immortal worth duelled,
in sovereignty,
looking beyond ethics,
is bleeding in tears,
yes,
insane desire,
hangs unfinished,
but what breeds,
in my chest,
someone knows the flame,
hurting my tissues,
but edge of offence,
is more than i can see.
Rafique Farooqi
24
* LIFE
Keeping with precarious existence,
life moves with,
inertial steps,
to do a little,
When soil soaked with tears,
weekend breaths smelling foul,
steep wall standing ahead,
Opaque dream overnight,
thunder storm roaring aloud,
One desire of hunting beast,
blowing bruite in the ears,
Paining corns on feet,
and journey.
make me tired
Rafique Farooqi
25
* MOON & STAR
Moon and star,
are closer,
Is ocean,
Turbulent,
Is moon pulling sea waves,
I hope so,
Weathers are predator,
Breaking the silence,
Waves are pouring,
Gems and stones,
Out of sea,
Wait for morning,
And singing breeze
Rafique Farooqi
26
* NIGHT WALK
The day gone with tranquilities,
The night is to quite chirps of birds,
Longing shadows,
To rule the events,
Erupting tears from depths,
Over the blood from veins,
Hope is pushed to walls,
Big bray of time,
Shaking the tides of moments, who is to take care of,
New born moon,
Evils grow from swamps,
Of ugly greed.
This brawl of few hours,
Knocks out the revenges,
And makes to think the minds,
By skipping wilfully,
and closing both eyes,
Entering the nexct day,
With both feet.
Rafique Farooqi
27
* ONE BY ONE
To stray like unskilled,
and unfortunate,
with futile gestures,
and abortive aims,
It is not always,
To loose every time,
When everyone comes,
bare foot and empty handed,
who knows the written fortune, and shining lucks,
and to live with uneven endeavour to survive,
and ruling perils and insomniac eyes, ,
uncertain and wrecked,
broken dreams,
and nightmares,
ruining everyone,
one by one.
Rafique Farooqi
28
* SILENCE AND LOVE
On the silence,
grown on your side,
a fire that drags,
in my mind,
i drift in, when you call me,
Counting the flow,
Of river of love,
your eyes flash,
In color of wine
when musks linger,
behind you,
i wander like,
a bird with wings,
roses vanish to know,
the Lights,
on the lips of morning rise,
glow shining on your cheeks,
smile ripples,
from warmth of dimples,
life begins within my heart,
i close my eyes,
to catch this dream,
and inhale a breeze of love.
Rafique Farooqi
29
* STALKERS
Growing with silence,
unwelcomed,
and think stunningly,
in crowed of life,
stear clearly, with own,
deeper than the skin,
haunting dream, and nightmares,
overwhelming treacherous,
an existence which follows,
Stepped down,
Sounds of steps,
Sneezing over daffodils,
Climbing the steep walls.
Rafique Farooqi
30
* WHEN I FEEL ALONE
Tonight i will forget my pains,
As snow is piled up all around,
and glittering in low moonlight,
Mists on windows of my house,
brought some memories biting my mind.
when a deer collided head on,
With my car,
and forgot to cry in despair
loosing vitals in minutes,
And i feel night breathing in silence,
I am with loneliness,
and shadows of dreams,
Yellow light seen
from a distant house,
Awakening pain of my sore eyes,
when i suffer from my sleeps,
spending sound of clock,
and my heart beats,
overlaping the pin dropp silence,
I inhaling a deep breath,
find a book under my pillow,
with title of a cute kid,
reading the 1st page,
Sleep lures me to tranquillise,
and the day comes during time,
I am ready to move,
Good morning,
My soul.
Rafique Farooqi
31
* where to go
Beware of his evils,
when doing good to someone,
and close this chapter,
When it is, fairly done,
The river when flows,
It knows,
Where the flow goes,
Day or night,
It does not matter,
To remain, tolerant and steady, ,
And to end,
In endless,
That matters.
Rafique Farooqi
32
**** SILLY DESIRES
2 hours ago
soul smiles over miracles,
when we wait for mysteries,
we need hopes,
to survive till last breath,
we tread on ropes of hope,
and dump our body,
in structure of disappointments,
and in glitter of silly desires,
as we dropp one habit,
and pick up two other,
and we love,
more than... we are loved.
Rafique Farooqi
33
******** SALVATION
Lions have their own share
As their purpose is ultimate
Claims to endorse get nervous attitudes
When golds shine in eyes
You are inclined to shatter
With grim countenance
With no power of insurrection
That simply grows in the mind
Can you look inside
While you trust on illusions
You can never contend
The terrible atmosphere
On desperate injustice
You smile in the dark room
We do not need
And we never needed
Settled community
Where cosmopolitan intellectuals
Are asked to demonstrate valid efforts
To achieve combination of racial thinking
This can be a gratuitous insult
To the history of mankind
Where you need to educate your grandfathers
And your guru admits you
Without any reward.
Rafique Farooqi
34
********* BACK TO SILENCE
i remember,
i saw,
behind the trees, ,
The tender tears,
in your smiling eyes,
They meld,
beside me,
And I'll try to find,
your glancing love,
amongst the evening kisses,
with songs of birds,
drifting to the horizons,
and silence prevailed,
on sunsets,
and culmination of fears,
in shadows,
moved like hopelessly,
uttered moans,
vanishing in weeded journey,
of silence and indifference.
out of range of my viability.
Rafique Farooqi
35
********THE PREY
i am again
to hit your alternating baits
as i burst out from waters
to breath fresh,
you keep your
smaller lures
in your weed bag
to slide my attention
for your newest entice
and looking at me again
out of corner of your eye
you put your trap
on your way,
you should know
aggressive walleye
inhale jigs by sucking
and can spit your lure out
faster than
you can eat fresh
and this time
it is better understood
as you talk
your deceptive proverb
to cast your shadows
on my will
Rafique Farooqi
36
*****ONCE MORE
With conscious aspect of mind,
i can feel with my glass heart,
invisible to your crystal eyes,
and when your thin lips,
slip on the skin,
with prides of being a simple,
the intricate d question,
scrambles to the brain.
the mirror tells false,
features to myself,
being with tortures,
and dragged,
and bruised,
on thorns,
i scream once more,
in some nightmare.
Rafique Farooqi
37
****DISSAPOINTMENTS
on wither of desire, winds caress, my dreams, haunting night by night,
one that stands still,
is before my eyes,
and another that,
passes with silence,
i wait for long,
may be a resolve of habit, ,
or something different,
but i am for one,
that never ends,
and never comes,
and never seen,
in dissapointments.
Rafique Farooqi
38
****WALLS & DOORS
your loud laughs,
wandering in the air,
like whirlwinds and clouds,
breaking the silence,
like rumbling thunders,
telling the upcoming rain,
and fears,
prevailing over the perverted sensation,
may be i will return home,
before the falling night,
.......who is waiting for ME,
I KNOW,
...................only walls & doors
Rafique Farooqi
39
**A STRANGER
] When pain oozes,
from turmoil,
my desires flames to fire,
I know it will worsen to agony,
Present with dormant, and volcanic strains,
Upturned from ashes,
scattered beneath,
my bare feet,
My sole blistered,
with spark,
to know at real,
that i am still a stranger,
in your eyes.
Rafique Farooqi
40
**FAITH
some way,
my desires are to be blinded,
or i can wait the inner lights,
lit in dark.
where ethics are upturned,
under space of ruthless turmoil,
the war is undeclared,
to win is subtle and wafting in smokes,
the noises are masking,
my rancid utters,
stray life with breath of breeze,
can be vital,
my heart is sun,
to mind,
and certain events,
when to follow,
vivid spells,
have been broken,
but it is rule,
untried feet to advance in lands of love,
and faith in THE truth.
Rafique Farooqi
41
**HOMESICK
Pains make me to stay,
What i know,
Is better understood.
On the the back of the walls,
There is another peril
growing in shadows,
and hours to sharpen the loneliness,
fears over run by day,
I am homesick,
On side of the road,
the crowd passes with silence,
having candles in daylight,
and nobody is to listen me
Rafique Farooqi
42
**I MISS YOU
Walls and roof,
Of this situation...,
glow in our memories,
The swim in thoughts,
bringing sizzling lips,
to murmur,
heartfelt emotions,
to soar like surfing,
waves of deep waters,
my eyes are carpeted,
on sands,
where your footsteps,
Leave imprints,
However the sunsets,
render horizons with glooms,
Rafique Farooqi
43
**PAIN ENDS TO.......
While dashing over,
The cusps of my heart,
you forget,
the delicacy of rose petals,
i fear the silences of nights,
When I am driven insane in vanished dream,
When to forget the fiames of the wound?
I dont know the ends of pains,
but i know how it cuts,
and splits.
deep and bleeds,
in utters of brain stem,
with distal radiation,
hunting in reciprocal and random.
Rafique Farooqi
44
*LOOK NOW
We have left this place,
Where we used to talk,
at nights,
and there is now dust,
On books,
we used to hide,
rose petals in between pages, ,
The loneliness,
and barren walls,
are reverberating our,
spoken words,
some contact numbers,
are carved on wooden table,
side window is half opened,
there is whoop,
In my breaths.
There is nothing,
to be back,
except we still love
Rafique Farooqi
45
*When it became different
Words floating,
In despair in attic surface,
spoken with notion,
to breathe in your thoughts,
agonising stare,
burned to ashes
buried in peace,
beneath the snows,
you became a different,
while pointing,
Your sword to me,
and amazed over,
the abrupt turning,
when the earth,
Slipped from your feet.
.
Rafique Farooqi
46
/*** WAVERING LIFE
Not just a desire,
growing from stem cells,
prone to subtle outrageous,
and contemporary consume,
haunting politeness with outcasts of proliferation,
infested with ill will and grudges,
and what you think,
whilst growing old,
even with prosperous life,
having little crawling kids,
and some tornado,
to ruin everything.
Rafique Farooqi
47
/////// BORN ON A TREE
Your pleasure,
to deprive him of his liberty,
is counter to your silent pride
over your spasmodic laughs
when you talk of,
invented tastes
to sip the yolk,
and crunch of eggshells
why to give
savage wolf his taste
by irony to favour
and disgrace to nest
with audible whiff
of his spread wings
sharp breeze tickled
with sparkling wines
as he learned from the sea
also his vanity
to find his savory,
and you shed light
in case you stunt his growth
on forbidden aroma
of the soul
Rafique Farooqi
48
<(OO) >RAT ON THE MOON
t is wild chilled outside,
through foggy window,
i can see still,
snow to yonder through,
frozen white oaks,
glittering in moonlight,
and with silence of night,
and fragile crystallised love,
and grey spotlight on my tail,
touching down, silk fur,
my pink lips and,
delicate nose tip,
and small white ivory teeths,
and sharp hunting, claw,
winged chariot coming,
to me in glories,
me for warmth of journey to,
brightened moon,
and looked so beautiful,
bright and blue-chip green,
i never ever seen,
and moon soft and plumped,
white mouse with pink tail,
jumping high amazing delight,
i was also to jump higher,
feeling light,
little resisting baby,
drifting gently from my throat,
Rafique Farooqi
49
A DREAM OTHER THAN DREAMS
The nights create,
mights and hidden,
events,
and DARWEN dancing,
with monkeys,
as he was like grandpa,
no,
or yes,
he was,
with hairless skin,
and holding,
stair shaped, ,
DNA helixes
arginine guanine guanine
arginine guanine arginine
with counted list of chromsome, and genes,
and moon above his head,
all trees full of monkeys,
and i was feeling alone,
on the bank of the river.
Rafique Farooqi
50
A STILL DESIRE
Life moves with,
every breath,
a desire stands still,
eyes seek with each blink,
the mirage keeps,
with glitters,
steps are written,
on the sands,
a tale in faded word,
erasing stains her face,
love is a dream,
unforeseen unforgiven.
Rafique Farooqi
51
ANCIENT GRUDGES
Why you want,
to make strawberry jam from the head of your rival,
who made you rub your nose, on the ground,
in some business, with his, strength of monopoly.
or you want his accident,
on highway, and see his,
news on CNN, while you,
take a cup of cofee.
Why you forget,
death is a universal reality,
and one day she will make, one single delicious bite of you,
while smiling over your aromatic taste, and
will wipe her lips with her tongue, to finish your story.
Rafique Farooqi
52
APART FROM DREAMS
Dream are volatile,
and not always stay,
with me,
the contents of my vision,
are vital for my existence,
and never taken,
as weather of yesterday.
the solace of image,
of my person,
never written,
on torn paper.
may i find it somewhere else.
Rafique Farooqi
53
ASYLUM
I want to hide,
From winds,
Sun and rains,
with umbrella,
of passing time,
behind the wall,
of existence,
the life is bitter and sweet,
the death is sour and bitter,
the time is little to live,
I may carve my name,
on this wall,
some stray stranger,
may know me,
and tell other,
what we call asylum,
is nothing,
than trapping,
In other danger,
and silence breaks with a cry,
___________________________
we must face,
what we fear to face,
and must know,
what we dont want,
to know,
Rafique Farooqi
54
ATTACHMENT
Wanted to give up,
and not to look back,
this trait of taste,
That's gone to distaste,
but hunted by smiles again.
and eyes stare with no blink,
and tongue bitten by,
rum again,
This addiction is tiring,
and i am not bad, to kneel before,
a dream to be unfinished,
where the doors and windows,
are open to me.
all the times.
Rafique Farooqi
55
AUTUMN LEAFS
Come,
let us journey,
through the falling,
leafs of autumn,
towards the setting sun,
that enlightens,
the evening sky,
with its red glow,
come let us move,
towards our dreamscapes,
where our love shines,
in the rainbows,
come let us go,
with birds, and stay,
to listen their songs.
Rafique Farooqi
56
BIG MOUTH WITCH
i am with spell of,
some vagrant thing,
black with glowing eyes,
romping on roads,
streching me to the thin.
magical grace,
causative of hemicrania,
ruining dollars,
a dream of Duke;
she is, my
BIG MOUTH WITCH
B M W
Rafique Farooqi
57
BISCUIT BREAKER
He comes to see her,
and alway with lingered hope,
and she smiles a little and turns her face,
with a deaf ear towards him,
it is the all,
she keeps for him,
and more than that, he is.
to be become happy with.
He sits with papitations,
and cold limbs cold sweats on his face,
He watches his fate on her face.
She is never amazed to find,
near the door when she is leaving.
And looks him in side mirror of her car, as he see her off till the car disappears from
the sight.,
As she goes to see her boy friend.
She is amazing,
and he is constant,
and also more amazing,
like a teathing biscuit breaker
Rafique Farooqi
58
BOUNCED VOICES
When the,
returned voices,
broken into mysterious,
dark rooms,
straight from the roof of trenched,
caves telling the wispered,
realities to timekeeper hands,
of deliberately woven traps.
until shadowless warrior,
with their ugly swords,
moving back from safe havens,
with curse of grimness,
over running the walls made,
from skulls of enemies,
of time-honoured kingdom.
and merciless taboo,
roaring on sun sets.
hunting for the flower grazing,
monsters.
and blood of blackbirds, and
seedless plants,
burning to mellt the snows,
with clearing the footprints,
of their ancestors,
leading to ended roads,
over the green valleys,
where virgins with basket of,
flowers giggling in green and red having shower in rain with sunshine and rainbow,
are waiting with welcome songs.
Rafique Farooqi
59
BRIGHT STARS
While i look at sky, in some clear night, it looks beautiful, i feel them talking, in codes
by flickering, and asking me to come, nearby them and play, and talk with them with
no fear, and join them in purity, and see the star dust from close.
i feel it more real when i remember, the words of my mother,
'' i want you to be a bright star''
Rafique Farooqi
60
BRITTLE AS DESIRES
Now i see you,
not less than my desire,
wearied long before autumns,
with buried fears of quaking,
jolting my sand walls,
i wither as i know,
your veiling wishes,
i am as brittle as i was,
but still i linger like,
dust in air,
when caravan of my desires,
passes far in dismay,
Rafique Farooqi
61
BROKEN ON THE ROAD
just broken on the way,
over shadowed by acute ill-fated, romance,
defacing the skills of artist,
bound to.sheath and the sword,
running threat for attracted, will power portrayed in sensational, rigors,
deafaced hopes, playing on,
the other sided the mirror,
standing on foot of the tree,
listening his glib,
devoted to the persuit of pleasure,
remained hedonist overall,
intended to downplay,
his esoteric interests.
wanting a junket to Africa,
riding demon on his horse,
Rafique Farooqi
62
CAT EYES <(oo) >
:
this does not happen,
always,
the vigilant eyes,
chase shadows,
in silence,
not only in dreams,
but over the edge of the
vested thoughts,
feeling love in shined eyes,
the fellows carve their,
heart beats over windows.
and nights awaken,
with clicks of the clock,
and nauseous phone bell,
disturb the natural skills.
and something like powdered,
milk with essential protiens
now eyes watch something,
different,
Rafique Farooqi
63
De NATURED
How you can go back,
to your past of mighty stories,
with rusted future,
like a person, waiting,
for someone, who is standing at his back door.
And unkind are gazing faces at doors,
which were open day and night for you,
and draughts of hot airs,
coming to you from the
monsoons clouds,
either you or everyone,
in this world is de natured.
and you want paradise,
in price of death,
Rafique Farooqi
64
DEJECTED DESIRES
yes my sweetheart,
i have changed my mind,
at least, ...a lot,
since the day you, advised me,
to learn from my own madness,
and bother not to stray, in the jungle
of your wild things,
and not to use my energies,
to melt my heart and mind,
on your tears and cries,
it makes me deafened and dumb.,
ignorant, selfish, and rather indifferent.
i am not to care about,
anything going on anywhere else.
As i have decided, to live my own life, whatever is may be, however, it may be.
or wherever it ma be.
i may find my own ways,
my own hells,
my own wills my own desires,
and i am not to bother,
thinking about your life.,
as you pushed me to,
do so,
never to look back,
never to hook back.
Rafique Farooqi
65
DESERT LIFE
Sometimes i want to live,
the life of a desert,
with silence and indifference,
with hiss of night winds,
changing my shapes,
my sands may settle,
sometimes with sun,
echoes with loneliest cries,
dancing images of gigantic,
sandstorms, on my parched lips,
i may inhale the whole heat of the burning sun,
and splendid days of my love and fated hate, may deplore to die,
the rumbling cries of wind thrusts may shake the horizons of vision.
Rafique Farooqi
66
DISORIENTATION
This day is gone,
Like other days,
what remains is uncertain,
looking back to steps,
matters nomore,
beyond that i was,
with a shadow,
now i am alone.,
Home is what,
Where i go back,
Put my shoes under,
the bed and shirt on the,
hanger,
close my eyes, and open next day,
I am the same,
the World is no more,
Like that,
Rafique Farooqi
67
DIVERGENCE
pains wants me to cry,
to bring out the fears,
subduing a wrong turn,
taking breath in suffocation
perilous trigger,
of decay,
putrification on hurt,
bringing down calm,
over the hinderance,
on the pathetic,
acts of decency
Rafique Farooqi
68
DREAMSCAPES
Like pink and white clouds,
in fluttering winds,
she waved her hands,
and smiled merrily,
after clloying talk,
her GRACE and flair eluded my mind,
there was something effervescent, about her,
some spark of mischief,
lurking in her gaze,
a bright inner elan,
it was to waft away my glooms,
and sad mists,
that clung over the mountains, of shadows,
and behind that at whiles,
huge smokes to arise,
and hovered into upper winds.
Rafique Farooqi
69
ENDLESS PATH
looking other hands,
which shake for straingers,
on side roads of life.
i bearing the memories,
of sweetened pains,
got on goodbyes,
from past,
and on waiting the future,
to spread on, like sunrise.
getting slow vigours, on defeats,
and upgraded on winning.
for me and for you,
are different realities.
but the same sunshines,
and the moonlights.
we live, and die,
for different purpose,
let us take
some road,
for getting,
generation solace,
to eternal path,
endless beverly.
Rafique Farooqi
70
FOCUSED SOULS
tampered love,
sizzling soul,
keeping alive,
by burning bones,
turning in smokes,
recalculating, ,
reprocal breaths,
sound of clock,
on dusty wall,
beating heart,
counting days,
happy ones, ,
ringing bells,
ringing bells,
dancing girl,
dancing girl,
ending in well.
Rafique Farooqi
71
FREEDOM OF SOUL
My utter becomes unkind
wilderness awakens from the silence
it will be a furtive glimpse of his beast
will i adore my wish
my honor to soar in moonlight
i shackle my desire again
if i could not love you anymore
it will be a hangover on my life
or as i adore
sovereign soul
to be freed
from the castles of abandoned pride
Rafique Farooqi
72
FROM MOON WITH LOVE
Green blue and bright,
come down my sweet Earth,
the moon is no more barren,
it comes from you,
and like candle,
in the sky,
love glows in the nights,
where life is to grow,
and sparrows flutter in air,
and mists over the green,
and clouds over the sea,
bring me all with you,
i am here on the moon,
you are there on the earth,
Rafique Farooqi
73
GOODNIGHT DREAMS
my dreams are alive,
with rhythem of life,
the vistas they have seen,
for all long my life,
the dream fill my nights,
with fantasies of life,
my eyes want to see,
what my brain dreamed,
like winged fairys,
that can fly,
with bunches of flowers,
from earth to heavens,
and shaking me out,
from my deepen sleeps,
i want to have, such dreams,
after every goodnight.
Rafique Farooqi
74
HALLUCINATING SPACES
Fallen down from,
breathless ascend,
my passions dispelled in winds,
blood dripping on grass blades,
beast seeking my taste,
Pains ended to euphoria,
While aching jolts,
shaked my worth,
ruthless vultures,
scrabbling over my flesh,
my soul crying for help.
Rafique Farooqi
75
HARD TIMES
Your wrapped but perfidious smiles,
haunting me,
like strikes of ironic fate,
while i am walking through,
a crowd with my absent mind.
Murmuring the bitter song
of, your loud laughs.
And i see my desire pinned on street walls,
While the worn out doors,
and windows opened,
and graced with gazing eyes.
like birds sitting on trees,
wanting for rest after sunset.
with night is studded with unkind treachery, on the way,
paved with cobblestones and trash.
Rafique Farooqi
76
HARVESTED DAWN
sleeping with and,
onside of night,
and spreading prevailed,
loneliness, upto farsighted futures,
waiting someone,
coming down from,
milky ways of star dust,
and an other star to breakup,
one astray astroid to blind me,
and likely to hope for,
another missed fortune,
on my frothier lips,
with murmur of another wispered wild cry.
and pain awakening from,
breed of nightmarish sleep.
and sky is not far from my one arm length, becoming domed,
cover above all, my thoughts
with harvested memories.
i am to wait for upcoming dawn, ,
,
Rafique Farooqi
77
HEALING
on some,
other day,
you wiil know,
and you wiil say,
in some,
different way,
that,
the inner,
is somewhat different,
than the outer,
it is chaotic from,
inside,
and also healing,
of wounds,
is not from out iside,
the dressing is to do,
a little,
healing comes,
always from inside.
Rafique Farooqi
78
HER FEUDAL LORD
Her pleasure dances
with his shadows
she dwells
with her feudal lord
in her day dreams
moving with
his evasive derives
of capitalism
her surreal dreams grow
with his gun powders
she quenches
her sensations
in caressing his baldness
she never forgets
aroma of his perspiration
while he stages the
stories of his tiger hunt
Rafique Farooqi
79
HOPEFUL
it may be attention,
or tired gesture,
to swim in swamped tragedies,
rather an unfaith,
or divided mindful,
ravel in stubbornness,
even in understanding,
troubled from inner,
but the mountains of,
success are never under feet,
The tolerance is last to suffer,
eyes wait for changes,
from dark to dawn,
and hopes,
are harvested fates.
that breaths in heavens.
Rafique Farooqi
80
HOW STRANGE IT IS
when we were to fear winds,
like autumn leaves,
when we were to elope,
in our hidden dreams,
when we were to awaken,
together in chilled nights,
and cry with sore eyes,
with broken hopes,
and straying in swamps of dismay,
with orchis hearts,
and we were to paint,
our love hillock gaily,
with our green visions,
it was spade of mine,
and a dream of yours,
and now how strange it is,
that you dont know me.
Rafique Farooqi
81
HOW YOU CAN FORGET ME
something,
something which, is
breaking my soul,
i want to know,
how it happens,
how you can forget my dreams,
how you are to leave me,
with my bleeding soul this way,
i see from the window,
sadly branches of autumn,
approaching my hands from broken rays of moonlight,
and wishes of winds,
gathering withered leaves,
and blowing pieces of ice,
on my face,
my freezing lips,
murmur the sorrows,
i see the slow moon,
in front of my eyes,
some round circles of gloom,
and crystallised rays,
fallen on my face,
a row of tears,
frozen on my face,
i am never in me,
allways waiting, the time,
you touch my soul,
allways in dreams,
which are never mine,
i am raising my arms,
to hold you in my thoughts,
it is no more like that,
it is sinking since my, will is feeble,
over tides of frothing waves,
my feet are swollen,
i see fire, and my dreams, and
remaines of inpalpable ashes
and blue sky,
sinking in his doom,
and stars are no more,
shine of my eyes,
i am unable to see,
things before me,
a faded image of tears,
i want to know,
who was that,
if it was not you, to hold me,
in lap of seashore,
a promise paradise,
and the steps on the sands,
waterbeach so sad,
waves ran over my
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Rafique Farooqi
83
HYPERSCARS
writing some words,
erasing some words,
making line,
straight and curved,
bazaare
scraped head,
die-hard for
maniac love,
hollow head,
betrayal scars,
haunting vertigo, labrynthine beliefs,
charcoal facies,
rigor mortis,
flaccid tongue, hunger pains,
eating maggots,
toxic threats,
eye of the needle,
yes for yes,
no for no,
what for what,
tit for tat,
never wait,
never late,
over date,
discarded.
projectile flight,
from the window.
Rafique Farooqi
84
I AM AWAKE YOU ARE IN MY EYES
my sweet,
my heart,
my soul
i was to wait,
for you for long
with my eyes,
staring, always,
the ways for,
you, until, you, are
hereby, near me
soothing my eyes,
touching my soul,
you are brightness,
of my home,
desire of my, heart,
i love to sleep with you,
and wake up with you,
have, breakfast, with you,
when i am ready,
for my office, you,
take me in your arms,
and smile, like rose,
see me from the door,
till i move for office,
and keep on waiting,
till i am back, home,
i love you my soul,
with a promise,
to never say,
goodbye.
Rafique Farooqi
85
I AM LOVE
I am love,
see me in your eyes, i am
an image on the sensations,
close your eyes,
i am still there,
can you feel me,
this is a glow,
now you know,
a brightness tears the darkness,
to see the dusts of our,
motherland,
the soil smells the roses,
fossiled in eternity,
and sea waters germinate the pearls,
and gives clouds to sky,
and becomes snow on mountains,
i am core heat of your,
life, and glow on your face.
white doves flutter,
in my rhyme.
keep me on your lips,
i will smile in your arms.
Rafique Farooqi
86
I AM WITH YOU
sunlight comes from different angles,
it comes from the same sun,
i am different from you in some respects,
but i am certain to be with you.
Rafique Farooqi
87
IN THE LIGHT OF FULL MOON
On your wet lips,
rose water shines,
In the moonlight,
that giving soft shadows,
spreads up to horizons,
and stars are shy to flicker,
before moon,
sea waters are still and sleeping,
distant iceland,
disappearing in the lap,
of the sea,
serene notes of rhyme floating,
with swift moves of your fingers on strings,
my dreamy thoughts lost in your,
blue eyes,
It keeps me still with breaths,
and spikes of beating pacemaker,
and growing beauties of heavens,
touch my shoulders with,
warmth of breaths,
love makes me to talk,
to feel and to move,
an essence of existence,
love is water of heavens,
and soul wetting her lips,
to intake the heavenly blessings.
Rafique Farooqi
88
INDEPENDENCE DAY
With green soft,
and delicate leaves,
my little friend,
waiting for my caressing,
and watering,
with smiling gaze,
happy in his container,
blooming with friendly nurture,
I think this place is not better,
for him,
he needs, soft fertile soil in the ground,
I loved him with my own way,
but he is capable of going on,
with his own way,
today is his independence day,
standing proudly,
In his soils,
breathing and smiling,
over his independence.
Rafique Farooqi
89
INSOMNIAC OTHERWISE
Dark evils roaring
In fields,
War does not end,
Swords shines with ego,
Sun blazing the sands,
episcopal hates and revenges,
Cultivated beyond civilisation,
to get fed by blood,
Sky staring with anger,
Red storms to blow overall,
Never on price of fate,
Death leaves no pulse,
Eagle soars with sun,
Thirst chokes the breath,
Mirage shines like river,
Dawn opens the eye,
I am alone and hated,
Sands drifting in eyes.
Rafique Farooqi
90
JUST SMILE FOR ME
mine inner weathers,
get changed with your facies,
your sorrows,
are my autumn,
my journeys through,
the falling leafs of autumn,
with my anaemic face of withering leafs, ,
and your smiles,
are rain drops in a deserts,
your tears are suffocating summer, that burns my soul.
and your gladly smiles,
are harbinger of springs,
and fragrance of flower,
in my mind,
your are my soul,
and my life.and flow of,
my blood, with beating heart.
.
Rafique Farooqi
91
KNOW IT BETTER
dream was not bad
not good
not sad
sleepy eyes
wandering in bed room
raising supple twig above the face,
some mantra murmured beneath lips
tea not wine
closed eyes
impulsive thoughts
sorting putees
wrapping on thighs
wanderlust
horse strides
phone call
not yet
amazing thought
Rafique Farooqi
92
LET ME GO
warm the chilled airs,
with burning bones,
and smelling dead lizard,
opoen to roots,
eyeballs pungently blinked,
to know, the wayside exits.
weathers pleased on the way,
pinching memories with toothed fingers,
Rafique Farooqi
93
LET US DREAM TOGETHER
Even we can't,
walk and breathe together,
we can dream together,
and cross every line,
which stops us,
from nurture of our love,
Just smile,
like a rose opening,
his petals,
and have a soulful flight,
coming from depths,
of horizon,
and blue sky,
being kind to us,
makes everything blue.
and haze vanishing,
In the presence brightness of love.
Rafique Farooqi
94
LIFE TO LIVE
life is not some kind of suave,
debonair blessed type,
i am to ask some question
from me,
what does a hot thing like,
in a man who walks around,
with his shirttail hanging out,
and his cereal bowl full of chilli,
there may be a hundred reasons to live with stilling perils,
even with cool cat killers,
and charmingly cynical vowing
to blow us in stone ages,
but hopes alway not with struggles, ,
under bitter curve of tongue,
pouring out some sweet liquid.
and sky changes colors,
not asking us,
our foot prints on sands of life,
telling our path,
while death runs faster than life,
and standing on victory stand,
before we reach the finish line.
chewing our warm flesh.
Rafique Farooqi
95
LOAD SHEDDING
when the boat is endangered,
to sink,
some luggage is dropped off
in waters,
my feet are getting heavier,
and swollen,
in the journey of life,
what my companions,
feel better, they must do,
it remains a long distance,
to go with,
i hope nothing,
but a drop.
Rafique Farooqi
96
LOVE AT LARGE
like a lurid love letter,
provoking to tears,
feeling you, someone at large,
meeting in secrete could be sensitive,
a litany of horror,
while i have a heart,
i never lose it,
in this maudlin world,
badly sentimental,
over crises,
to know someone good,
with oodles of silly souls,
everyone on leash, i can linger on bit,
on things bitterly familiar,
but we love, a good mystery,
that keeps in this world breathing,
revel in being mindful of things,
that wants us to bling.
Rafique Farooqi
97
LOVED
Touch my soul with,
your blue lake eyes,
from beyond the vision,
of heavens,
I am walking on the road,
paved with rose petals.
and snow on my eyebrows,
waiting to melt with,
the glow of your cheeks.
Come down from the clouds,
like fairy of dreams.
just becoming the rain,
on my skiins.
my heart beats,
on each and every recite,
of your name,
come my soul with each,
and every dream,
making the nights,
blinks of cool and silent sky.
Rafique Farooqi
98
MIGHT IN SIGHTSEEING
i am born........................................to...
.............die
and blessed with time period,
to live, in between,
a life desire, a struggle, a survival,
to create dreams, in rapid eye movement sleep,
an incentive, to feel eternity, in my dreamy heavens,
numerous skies, to expose, the reality, infinity, integrity,
grey matter sparkling, to know, provoked to break perplexing notes of vanished,
translucent,
invincible, invisibles axis of existence,
dormant hidden, truths,
with escaping velocities, orbital relations, inertial sickness, centripital forces, to leave
behind the ancestors, .
accepting the drifted, weightlesness,
floating in rhythmical blinks.
somewhere in love with brightness, heavenly vision,
in all chromic spectra,
the cosmic realities, above visions,
what my tissues can mount,
with my will,
just time is about, to get,
over, i am to be replaced.
but i will go on loving,
whomever to love,
the angles prey bowing,
and respectful to this span.
i was blessed,
it ismy vision, and his might.
everything bright,
my heart my mind,
i am ever to love,
Rafique Farooqi
99
MIRAGE
For my destiny,
with my blistered feet,
on unfriendly desert,
i went on,
breaking up in pieces,
that was just a mirage,
all my efforts,
vanished in a mirage.
Rafique Farooqi
100
MISUNDERSTANDING
I will be unable to stop,
with my little hands,
the wall intended,
to fall over me,
and the storm,
to over run me,
my little eyes bilink to close,
while pungent smokes
that are to blur my mind.
there is one reality,
that hangs like a dagger,
on my tip of nose,
that you becoming different,
day by day,
It breaks my innermost silence,
and tranquillity,
Rafique Farooqi
101
MOON RISE
as i am painting,
your hands in full moonlight,
a dream is played,
in my sleeps,
and stars are shining in your eyes,
i am lost in some,
deep valleys,
as smile is born on your face,
my heartbeats are voluminous,
love fills desiires with copious
fragrances.,
a curl of hair runs on your,
cheek,
my heart dances like a boat in the, deep waters,
Rafique Farooqi
102
MY LOVE IS FADING IN
in the dark, all around,
a journey with,
eyes widely open,
and pupils whole dilated,
the dark trees, aparting clearer and clearer,
the stars vanished slowly,
while the sky becoming grey,
and brightened love,
slowly fading in,
my love is converging in me whole, and it is spreading in life everywhere,
in the smile of baby,
in the ripple of waters,
in the fragrance, of flowers,
in the eyes of waiting beloved,
in the veins of roses,
in the colours of rainbow,
in the rhythm of dancing strings,
in the melody of song,
in the beauty of face,
in the warmth of sunshine,
in the lapland of dawn,
my love is fading in,
my love is my brighness.
Rafique Farooqi
103
MY SOUL
While i think of dreams,
lingering in my mind,
i see you in extremes of delicacy, of thoughts,
fragrance and colours,
of your smiles sparkling
before my eyes,
while a ripple of smiles,
moves from the rose petals,
of your lips to the horizons,
of my imaginations giving life touches,
to my heart and mind,
and your soft minded gestures,
give peace to my visions,
when i want to paint you,
the canvas of vision extends to heavens.
i feel eternal existence in me.
Rafique Farooqi
104
MY SOUL NEEDS A FACE
i am going from my home,
wherever i am to go,
i will be back to my home,
i willl need it., to be at home.
or it will be my dream to be at home, if i am unable to return.
it is part of my life.
it is my soul,
that needs a structure,
a face to be someone,
my soul needs me,
to be someone,
my soul needs my face.
To face the life.
Rafique Farooqi
105
NATURED.....ALL
Let him sting me, .... it is his nature, .......let me save him.... it is my nature...... a
little poor scorpion
Rafique Farooqi
106
NIGHTMARE
Unstable ambitions,
and dreams erected,
in mists,
shattering into icy grains,
drifting before eyes,
and vistas of vested,
dreamland carved in image,
rendered subtle to existing,
Peevish thoùghts,
Preverted sensations,
causing numbness to cry painfully.
and night is heavy this time,
On breaths,
and swim of survival,
Landing on bare skin,
seeming distant echoes,
to unknown fate.
Rafique Farooqi
107
NIGHTMARE FANTASIES
The nightmare is just,
to kiss my eyes,
while i am sleeping,
no one dies.
you can kill me,
every midnight,
lambs are innocent,
hold your knife,
i am just on my way,
come on baby, never say,
none is my friend,
life is just to end.
i am here,
come anyway,
just to stay,
no other way.
Rafique Farooqi
108
NOT ON OTHER DAY
My heart is like a sick bird,
hiding in his wings.
And life is becoming hard,
like climbing on the tree,
with weezing asthma,
You deserted me like a running piece of cloud, leaving me alone.
I am feeling this, like an amputated leg giving false perception of its painful presence.I
have become just like a shadow which is not part of any matter, my presence.is not
ever at now, nor at on other day.
Rafique Farooqi
109
ON THAT EVENING
once we were,
breathing,
smiling,
and living,
on the same,
and things became,
strange on some tornado,
we could not find,
our loves, our homes,
in wreaked jet sam,
and to seek the straws,
of dry jungle grasses,
to refurbish our nest,
and loneliest cries.
shadowed long,
when the days were over.
with blood sheds.
Rafique Farooqi
110
ONE CUP OF TEA.....NEVER TO CRY
i am all alone,
in the crowded street,
hiding myself by closing eyes,
closing my ears,
feeling nothing,
a deceptive escape,
with inner mingled,
sickness,
to keep alone,
just wanting one leaf of the spring, season,
one color of the rainbow,
hiding in my raincoat,
from one dropp from the rain.
the purity of elements,
symbolic texture,
rhythm of latched desires,
integral part of solemn life,
the heat of life,
endowed to love,
nothiing else,
it is me for peace
Rafique Farooqi
111
OVER THE TROUBLES
This was all,
pretence about,
the sovereign visions,
that claimed the truths,
in invited grimly, gestures,
bound to wall-to-wall,
with bones and bloods.
some vowed to rumble,
the paining heads,
and no claim on dusks, and dawns,
born perceptible approaches,
of blind hands, seeking,
streets and faces stained with sins.
the wayward feuds reluctant to pin the eyeball, over the walls,
this whole staged troubled zones.,
bounded to quite their throats.
and once again to the will, and
day robers joined to rule.
this advance in perill,
fill the flaws of earth,
with their dead bodies.
and war fields are clear,
to see the next war of generations
Rafique Farooqi
112
PAINFUL ENDS
At the ends,
eagers and excitements,
find flaccid tongues,
Achieved or lost,
dribble on the feet.
The inner and outer wars,
bring vultures, to eat,
dead aims,
and ill smelling,
blood of realities, gets
served to flies of lies.
The long hands of time,
bend the spines of arrogance.
the withered leafs of autumn,
fuel the smoke and fire of demolition.
choices to life and death,
written on the ill fitted shoes of miseries,
which blister the the feet of the wariors
and rust the shines,
of swords of ages.
Ends are always painful.
Rafique Farooqi
113
PRINCE LIVING UNDER A TREE
i am with nothing,
and want nothing more,
i am living under a tree,
and dreaming heavens,
i lost my hungers,
after three episodes of hunger pains,
i take pleasant showers,
in open rains,
Rafique Farooqi
114
PROMISED GENES
it is solemnly endowed,
promised inheritance,
encoded genetically,
red roses, and butterflies,
and green leafs,
are miracles of beatng hearts,
and sunsets,
rising moons,
and glimpses of silver mountains,
with clicked gestures,
of silversmith,
cutting flesh of events,
to bones,
and you are a familiar face of the time,
what you know about,
someone in front of you,
and light spotting your face,
and cutting the darkness,
like dagger,
and walls standing like hills,
and picture of fates,
mounted with dusts,
and blow of wind revealing,
eyes of primitive man.
and on recollection,
of evidence, like a bird,
refurbishing his nest,
man stands straight,
on his two limbs, and
amazed over this re evolution.,
Rafique Farooqi
115
RATHER TO LIVE WITH HARASSMENTS
i remained unable to,
.find myself,
since i got lost,
and the shadow of me,
disappeared with sunset.,
blending with the prevailing darkness,
and the core of my visions,
is like a distant star flickering,
with denisty of chilled winds,
i am to put my favours,
on my weared eyes.,
and the feebly breathing soul,
lurking in stagnant pool of mind,
and i am drifting myself, lapsing in intermediary circling, endeavored life,
my enemy is sharp, and vigilant,
and reluctant to know,
my whereabouts,
but i dont know, where i am,
since the day i got lost.
Rafique Farooqi
116
REASON TO FEAR
The midnight howls,
crying over the,
pyramids of pharaoh,
unable to fill the Nile with their tears,
and brittle skins snapped,
by urban adventures,
in unknown crypts,
lying underground bones.
history flows like,
a glaxy in the universe,
a thousand suns heating,
the frozen realities,
and gushed rivers,
feeding the deserts,
of thirst,
and bloodflow in the.
veins of sky,
vital for love and eternity.,
and one slogan,
of one voice,
to clear the darkened clouds,
below the foundations,
of wilful thoughts,
bringing imagery,
of existence.
Rafique Farooqi
117
REASON TO LIVE MORE
Why you have left
your power to dream
as the shadow follows your footsteps
i remember standing in the courtyard
looking at the cleft in the wall
i painted my figure on the wall
with the black of my own ashes
i lost the count of time
and met the last dead man in the dream
he was still trying to have my garden
but like the wise i broke my dream
whence my mindless masters
have sent me
now i am looking at my feet
and realizing
this me all weepy
with some reason to live more
Rafique Farooqi
118
REFURBISHED......FOR LOVE
no dream retreats,
from its orientations,
no limits, no boundaries,
can bound reals and dreams,
dreams never get old,
an old guy can also be a dream,
of a fairy land,
a dream of a youg one.,
tummy tucking,
acryic teeth,
intra occular lenses,
botulism toxin injection,
removal of wrinkles,
hair transplantation,
restores all that gone,
viagra and vit E;
can make him gladiator,
thus old man,
refurbished.....for new love.
and new home, new car.
.stormcaller.
Apr 25,2009
[Report]
Rafique Farooqi
119
RISING BACK TO LIFE
Like rsing from the deep waters,
from high compression of waters,
like a sea diver with untidy breaths.
having disarray in thoughts,
by marked disorder of fears.
hiding like a guilty-faced,
on the hind line of crowd.
just like painful hope in dark,
with blind eyes in thunder and spark,
with spell of forgetfulness,
anxiuous and waiting,
depressions more poignant,
dim and half vision,
breed from chills,
rising back to life,
from depths of forgetfulness.
hopeful again,
coming back to you,
............again.
Rafique Farooqi
120
RIVALS ON RUN
Scrach in the imagination,
spreading in random,
opaque direction of visionary,
planes particular to the ends finding loves, in longing arms of cherry faced monsters,
eating foul smelled fungus,
recipes in ugly bowls of gravity,
all crystal ware shattered to whirling storm grinding,
rusted walls of existence,
shines in new horizons,
blinding the eyes.
and evils melted into wax,
like vomits,
bile running in streets of,
dirt made castles.
marking the history,
with sharpness of revengeful
swords,
dissecting the reality,
upto lower ends,
the final dual on the,
other century awaiting the rivals.
Rafique Farooqi
121
ROADSIDE SPELLS
The road of the life,
extends,
with bends,
we bear,
the fate,
sooner,
or late,
we find love,
or some hate,
and some other conditions,
some doubts,
some suspicions,
some beliefs,
some deviations,
when we take this road,
with evens,
or odds,
we weave,
stories of miser,
and joy,
and of some,
different,
we wonder it more,
when we find some corner,
like rejected toys.
Rafique Farooqi
122
SANDS & FLIGHT
thoughts broken,
into sands,
a fist of diamond sand,
loosing every second,
flames of turmoil,
dancing and whirling,
in directions,
tears of dew,
alive in hopoes,
inhaling smokes deep,
poisoning blood,
roadside tree running back,
mirage of deserting running,
far and beyond visibility,
window of thoughts,
broken by diamond crystal,
and soul torturing image,
nightmarish kisses of,
furious ignitions of sparks,
a bird flight,
in the night,
long to go,
never back,
around and proximated,
cave of huge cut-throat.
Rafique Farooqi
123
SELF EXILE
I looked last time,
the barren walls of,
my inner city,
a torn dirty banner,
hanging on, with window,
i lived there with my loneliness.
a self exile, but painfully,
i refrained to adore,
and from existence.
walking bare hand again,
on road of life,
that ends on endless path.
Rafique Farooqi
124
SELF TALKING
i have to tell,
my friends a lot,
but they have no time for me
to listen,
they are busy in,
talking about,
new cars,
forecasting forex rates,
and obliging,
new beautiful,
assistant to of
boss,
i am to tell my sufferings to myself,
and busy in biting my nails,
scratching line,
on painted walls,
stripping threads from my shirt,
crushing lead pencil,
with my canines,
looking intothe mirror,
again and again,
my therapist, getting, hopeless,
and going to declare me,
a self talking person like,
a third degree burn.
Rafique Farooqi
125
SHADOWS OF YOUR SOUL
I listen your voices,
you are never here,
i can't find you anywhere,
I see you in side room,
writing something
i feel you touching my hair,
I feel your foot step in the back door,
when i want to see you,
find nothing there.
this makes me strange,
and watch the door,
with constant stare.
Rafique Farooqi
126
SHE WILL BE COMING MOONSON
relax rafique,
the wind is gone,
but will be back,
after kissing the Himalayas,
frozen lips,
and will be gravid,
with grains of rains,
it will shower ice,
on your burning, skins,
it is moonson,
the beautiful princess of the East,
it will be coolant,
and will spread its long, beatiiful,
black hairs,
on your face and shoulders,
she will paint your desert,
with green and rainbow colors,
the buds of roses,
will germinate,
and waters will run in your,
veins and the five rivers,
She has sparkly,
lust in her hairs
and eyelashes,
she is thirsty wind,
let her go, to to himalayas,
relax rafique,
she will be back,
as moonson,
The oriental princess,
The beaty of Kashmir.
Rafique Farooqi
127
SOME OLD DOMESTIC SOUNDS
i am always happy by,
winning my prospects,
and lucky also earning,
from my hobbies, and getting respects.
asking people to swallow pills,
and making them aware of side effects,
sometimes i think a different,
and follow other assets,
i am missing some domestic sounds,
used to be having their good effects,
whoom of spinng wheel,
singing of kettle, hissing of urn,
crying of children,
noice making hens, cows, and other pets,
and distant sounds of steam engine, and barking dogs,
every thing gone,
now there are many caustics to brain,
traffic noice, and flying jets.
like old fashioned man,
i am missing comforting,
domestic sounds.
Rafique Farooqi
128
STAY WITH ME
i can see you,
when i close my eyes
when i rest on log of tree,
in open sky,
and you know my sensations,
and my all blossoms,
and my old fascination,
i ll not let you go,
i ll hold you in my dreams,
Rafique Farooqi
129
STORM IN THE CUP OF TEA
Hate when cultivated,
by defeated love,
invents,
instruments to ruin,
all with blindness,
and cold winds rush to fill, the vacuum,
with havoc of storm,
ugly smiles ripple,
on face of revenge,
spitting distasteful love.
now you wake up rubbing your eyes,
someone knocking at your door.
Rafique Farooqi
130
Suppose
Suppose that,
Love is equal to power of sacrifice,
And sky is blue as always,
And we are still under root,
Of two,
Suppose water is filling,
All empty spaces,
We make rains,
To empty all the clouds,
And just wipe the desert,
From all the vocabulary,
Suppose dream are true,
As sky is blue,
And we walk on a beech,
Arm in arm,
And no fear of weathers.
and night falls on roads,
When trees look grey,
We want to stay,
In dreams prolonged to lighthouse,
And suppose we determined,
To never ending story,
Of sacrifice and love.
and 1+1=1
Rafique Farooqi
131
SWEET SOULMATE
my heart and mind,
Is open for you,
and you are welcomed,
Always,
like a breezy dew,
On my eyebrows,
You are sweet,
Soulmate,
With swing of flowers,
In in thursts of,
Whirling winds,
and hands in hands,
frozen on chilled,
Seashore,
waiting season,
Of whirling love dreams,
and singing lips,
feeling your warmth,
Infusion of your soul,
In my heart,
words are flickering,
on my lips,
Like stars,
and a bird is fluttering,
In my chest,
And as you know,
It is a glow,
Rafique Farooqi
132
TERRORISM
The voices became so silent
for the sound of bitter weeping
when the evening came
held in flame of candle
with emptiness of hollow longing
like swish of losing independence
fading in wrap of despair
as his sword
making sibilant sound
cutting the airs
wherever
unconquerable mortal
to do
in crowded minds
full of fading desires
Rafique Farooqi
133
THE BOY WITH HIS GUITAR
Putting his little fingers,
on the strings of his guitar,
a serene boy looked to the sky,
pointed his eyes to stars,
while the night growing in dreams,
he brought his art to extremes,
and notes began floating to the heavens,
the empty silence filled all,
with sweet rhythm of his thought,
and dew drops coming down like mists,
and musk of heavens,
soothing around,
he paused for a while,
and told me with a smile,
my mother is living with stars,
she loves my guitars,
when i play my guitar,
she makes tears of dew,
i see her in colors and hue.
Rafique Farooqi
134
THE CREATURE FROM HEAVENS
you are putting your eyes,
on the doors of heavens,
and want caressed by skies,
and you flutter, with clouds,
and love soaring in winds,
you have no bounds,
in getting deep blood warming loves,
and putting pearls in deep blue seas,
and over the mountains,
and flow down with breezes,
while getting glow of sunsets,
you put you your faiths and,
eternal loving face on my shoulders,
i am to touch your cold hands,
your vibrant existence is,
bightness, , , i am feeling, as
the skies are vast
and earth like heavens,
Rafique Farooqi
135
THE FLIGHT OF MY SOUL
not in your streets,
nor on… your doors,
nor at your home now,
my soul flutters,
above the skys,
beneath the heavens,
in the colors of rainbows,
and in the fragrance,
of roses,
in the glitters of ice,
over the mountains,
and the gems and of pearls,
in the sea,
in the kisses of breeze,
as forever my love is getting eternal.
Rafique Farooqi
136
THE FUTURE
Past is forgotten wound,
awakened by tortures of present,
Longing malignant hands to
strangulate the future.
death leaves no flaw,
In her art,
and your finished breaths with complete, story
and replaced by new breathing baby,
that baby is your endless desire to live.,
Your image shattered into thousands, with mirror,
And small creatures dragging their food.
Your digested dignity,
runs in the blood of the crawling creatures.
Rafique Farooqi
137
THE HARVEST
my desires,
and my ambitions,
all i cherish,
and all efforts i do,
just to win,
just to have,
just to see,
a beautiful smile on your face,
thst i love to see,
that is a spark,
and brightness,
of spring seasons,
i love so much to see.
Rafique Farooqi
138
THE LINGERING GRUDGE
:
Like two opposite banks,
of a river,
i am unable to meet and understand,
grudge of centuries,
ruins and swamps of miserable pains
as breathing molecules of air, with
choking wispers of moments.over the
secrets of grabbed hidden cries,
coming out from the cascaded sins.
like fire of inflamed tissues,
ending in smoke screen,
to hide the face of offended loves,
temptation and greeds,
flowing to downtowns.
where tranquillity is nailed,
on walls.,
ended fires tuned in ashes,
and smokes.
the ruler raging over the deprives of weird conspiracy,
of rigorous faces.
The sleeping king,
to love the notes,
of his flute.
and unable to find,
the way out for his,
princess and prince.
making loudest cry,
oved the brim of history,
while to see the dances,
of death.
under the red sky.
Rafique Farooqi
139
THE MERCILESS
This little world,
beneath your feet,
bringing fame to swords,
of the conquerors,
wiped the written words of fate,
from the slate of time,
and quill and strings,
on disposal of stilling verses,
while the tongue of life,
stretched to lick,
the moments of ages,
the fresh tears of the sky,
merged to fill the,
rivers of persia,
and frozen peaks of the mountains,
saw the bloodflow in their lakes,
and collusion of ages,
fuelled the tragic tales,
as the ends are always with pains,
and with mists of frozen cries,
putting the legends,
to role on downslopes.
Rafique Farooqi
140
THE ROADS FROM THE STEETS
some threats,
closer to necks,
distasteful to tongue,
spitting out bitter wishes,
over the feet of patience,
pulling out the veins from.
chest of waiting hopes,
and gravid will,
spaced apart from heart,
of walls,
street bulls heading in dark,
bruising skins with their feet,
when the milks split on dusks,
long laughed shadows,
stretching wide over the heads.
The aimless birdwatchers,
dancing on drums,
Never to see the sky,
and earthly heated,
sands,
the red and hot winds,
blowing up the cries.
now watch the silenced,
streets and sleeping doors,
out from the roads.
Rafique Farooqi
141
THE SUNRISE
Glory is the might,
that glows over the,
cheeks of roses,
earth and moon,
are tears of the sun,
as love is made from,
the bliss of heavens.
blood runs in the veins under,
the skin of life.
once or twice,
or always,
my heart thinks,
while beating,
if love is oceans,
waiting eyes are beach,
that adores the rising sun.
Rafique Farooqi
142
THE SURVIVAL
Life is tortured,
beyond the thresholds
of painful existence,
and natured to selection,
and squinted eye of sky,
having peripheral visibility,
deceived to outfitted exits,
and tissues fabricated,
to skeletal cages,
the inhaled stuffs,
causing inflamed veils,
over the eyebrows,
of the nature.
and the fittest to survive,
limping on hot stones,
of way to live.
Rafique
Rafique Farooqi
143
THE WALLED CITY
why not the cage fixer,
be punished,
and traps of hunters ruined,
and strangulating hands shackled,
the rusting flower feeded,
to scorpions,
eyesight diverted to back head amensia walking on the barren road eating mascarene
grass with creepy bray to pause shrewish utters of pained revenges.
The house full of bald scalped maniacs making louder applause. over rubbish demo of
stupid boss.
the feverish skulls,
running to exits,
latest hells open to fools of walled city.
Rafique Farooqi
144
THINKING OF ME
i have two ways,
one takes me towads you,
and other away from you,
and there is no wayside else,
and in between,
i am with vibrancy,
and egotistic, strengths,
where to find?
my image,
if i am a different,
i think sometimes,
for and about me.
Rafique Farooqi
145
THIS NIGHT
dancing and hallucinating,
fireflies,
behind the blinded, thoughts,
lost in gravities of straying ideas
in void spaces of thick blood,
sticking on walls of ages,
nauseous like whirling dervish,
and stupor of metamorphosis,
maggot like larva sticking,
on the tongue of beautiful virgin of time and space.
my loved plenet broken,
into astroids,
and fates and lucks,
smoked to ends,
closing the eyes of sky.
clouds are reluctant to,
exhale their vapours,
on my palms,
green leaves ripening,
beneath my eyebrows,
wet with dew drops
Rafique Farooqi
146
TIDES OF THE TIME
Long long staring eyes,
frozen eternity to real,
it may be so valid,
like rising sun of the east
While few feet beneath my feet,
there is another world,
dormant and silent,
like lips of bride,
time jumps too long,
Enslaving the moments in the cage,
Your presence is worthy,
Leaving me in a slot,
I may think a lot,
to untie this knot,
Rafique Farooqi
147
TRIPLE PURPLE ANGELS TRUMPET
my veiled desires pouring,
out of my veins,
and my mutant genes,
germinating in grooves,
of moist brick walls, of alley,
making stalks of weeds,
my four chambers,
of heart throwing my red,
and white cells out of windows,
there is breed of multiple,
disorders of personality,
a tornado of psychotropic pills, over-aggressive, cries,
of wisdom in darkened insanity,
roses crushed beneath,
feet of aggravated pains,
the angels' breathless in veins,
it is numbness, of sorrow,
suffocated, lull,
a rumble of judgement day,
the sun is coming down,
the winds are to blow-up,
everything,
coming from,
triple purple angel's trumpet
Rafique Farooqi
148
TUBULENCE
This time difference,
marking still births stories,
related to extinguished generations.
ruling for centuries,
watching with graves of kings.
and their fish mouth shaped,
crowns,
telling the tale of cruelty,
and darkened shadows,
dancing over their skulls.
the days are not other than,
when the peace was set on blaze,
and life riddled with calamities,
the surface of earth pained with inflamed desires.
when the ages quickened in hands,
leaving running out astonishments to humanity..
Rafique Farooqi
149
UNCERTAIN BREATHS
It was all about,
and some mishap,
we walked through unpaved,
road of life.
and our aches,
pretended to smile,
when,
Joined hand to hand,
In the stream of pains,
roling like uprooted bush,
Pushed by fated winds,
Longing up to nominal stare
and journey ends with strides,
chocking wispered cries.,
was it some unfamiliar gaze? ,
while soul and body,
Just broken,
on a pause of breaths, ...
...................
so uncertain breaths.
Rafique Farooqi
150
UNFORGETTABLE
is anything wrong, ? i dont think anything went wrong,
we lived as family,
in a dreamland,
we made a long drive in rains and in open sky,
we floated in dreams,
i think you got beautiful moments,
foolproof and open hearted,
my hands were soothing,
it was what i cant understand,
and you also,
if you miss this union,
then it was love,
if you have forgotten,
it was a miraculous imagination,
if you still dont understand,
then it is an eternal love.
you found it accidentally,
Rafique Farooqi
151
VICTIMS
Sorrowful cries and wails
fallen behind your brick wall
and dying flame ofdesire
fluttering at your door
with tears
on each fragment of memories
declare the independence from life
with scattered tissues
in pool of blood
this sizzling evening
is different than every
mournful event
as innocents are slain
by ruthless claws again
telling the peacekeepers
the undeclared war of evil
is not over
Rafique Farooqi
152
VIRTUAL HARASSMENTS
my image broken,
with my mirror image,
shattered into millions
of pixals,
mine living tissues under spell,
of visual acuty,
referective trouble-shooters,
parallel index,
nevertheless it all nothing,
virtual harassment,
a weapon of future war,
bloodless bloodshed
changed, reshaped,
sharpened threats,
hunting online,
slavery online,
child abuse,
painful labour,
unskiled roundups,
online wars,
only survival,
condition to surrender,
before invisible enemy.
Rafique Farooqi
153
VOID DAY
it was a siqually thrust,
and over-aggressive stare of the, sky,
rendering skull bones detached,
likely torn thought,
murmuring like flies over,
rancid grapes,
dragging my legs over thorn of time,
teasing sounds pierced my ear sacules,
motive....to aware my soul,
from hotly glazes of the sun.
one spash of water wetting my eyes,
who could be the food of
wild velocireptors,
they need their hungers,
exagrated with promises,
of proteins,
dribbled sliva showning their tactful hunting,
Radar and bullet useless,
with fused batteries,
i am to run back with angel,
from the warfare, of drea
Rafique Farooqi
154
WAITING ALWAYS
All i wanted to know,
what you dont prettily tell,
either me next to recollect,
the crusts of mine wounds underneath,
or my heart sounds aloud,
awakening from the sleep,
and wandering clouds,
to see from the window,
over the distant white mountain in fully growing moon,
like sleeping bird in his nest.
to open sky,
my eyes waiting,
and dancing flaws in clouds,
making unrest aloud lightening in sheath of open heart,
i am feeling your face in my hands,
i see my face your eyes,
but there is getting silence,
in my ears, your voices raising,
from my thoughts,
that linger like smoke in still air,
and my frozen hopes,
suspended in room,
and door opens i see you,
coming in,
it always seems to be, it is always a dream for me,
but it goes on, till morning.
every night
Rafique Farooqi
155
WAITING IN WINGS
when the roads,
streets and trees of the,
city are asleep,
i am with empty arms,
before the silence of my room,
and waiting with constant stare,
on drowsy lcd of my pc,
with my vestigue wings,
wanting to fly some island,
with mine scleroftic heart,
kisses and hugs soaring in thoughts,
and floating on the sea of,
visionary bands of love,
i see white doves coming down, from higher clouds,
and the moon hiding behind pieces of clouds with circled hollow of brighteness,
nights are not always dressed,
with kindness,
and fragrance of jasmines,
not always mine,
untill dreams are real,
and getting bliss of life..
Rafique Farooqi
156
WALKING WITH WILD AMENESIA
You blew rose petals,
on your palm,
went floating in the air,
simulating butterflies in circles.
we went walking slowly on flowered,
paths, of life, to the love dreams,
searching snails on the beach,
over footprints of birds,
the crimson rays of the setting sun passing through your golden hair.
your lips paused saying something, you wanted to say,
putting your face on my heart,
my fingers touching your eyelashes,
and crossing the arches of eyebrows,
forgetting myself, got lost in your green eyes lakes,
and you went to deep sleeps,
in my open arms.
golden water ran over the words written on the sands,
our promises slowly grew in the daydreams.
our souls diffused in eternity,
and the snow spreading on the earth, chilled to the core of existence.
and finally was goodbye,
leaving your warm tears on my palms,
i am standing under an autumn tree,
listening to the crying withered leaves under my feet.
Gems never remain,
always with us,
the parents,
the vigours of the youth age
loving friends,
and singing birds of the springs.
i am alone to walk on the barren road of life with my wild amnsia.
Rafique Farooqi
157
WALLS
you are right,
i know this,
since i never knew,
anything about my whereabouts,
when objectives flamed,
in smokes,
and strains pierced,
blistering ambitions,
predatory weathers,
prevailed on roofs,
and pyramids,
raised on sands,
when humanity was shackled,
and scales were invented,
to weigh the mass value of bloods and water,
and flesh was fuelled,
to raise walls,
Rafique Farooqi
158
WELCOME BACK
Glitters of our bonds,
got rusted with time,
You got changed a little,
and me also,
like winds,
and moving ocean,
we are alive,
with healed scars,
we are back,
on the road of life,
with the same passions,
as these were before,
Rafique Farooqi
159
WHEN YOU ARE COMING?
I am here with love,
sympathetic neurons,
peaceful dreams,
What remains,
Is bunch of roses,
and breezily love,
waiting your advent,
doors of my eyes,
opened in silence,
of nights, and colors,
of days,
the walls of my home standindIng still,
on toes of hopes, ,
the trees of my garden,
are bowing with fruits,
and full moon with his buties,
Star are flickering,
with notes of string.,
weathers are springs for you,
dont change your destiny,
at this place,
Your strange,
desires are welcomed here..
Rafique Farooqi
160
WHERE THE SUN SETS
In the lap of the horizon,
over the blinks of the evening lulls,
red yellow and crimson clouds,
the painted sky by greater sun,
a canvas of love & faith,
a bride of the universe,
with red glow on her face,
and kiss of orange on her lips,
always with golden hair and bliss,
a pride of the whole day,
the evening sky with sunset.
the golden grass and golden trees,
and longing shadows towards the ends
and birds flying back to their nests,
always it is out of of reach,
always i want to go there,
where there the sun sets
Rafique Farooqi
161
WHILE I SMILE
Smile on my face,
is not a possible truth,
i may not tell you,
what i feel,
my wounds are never to heal,
What i should reveal,
and what should i conceal,
Lingers a question,
In my eyes,
and writes a wrinkle,
On my face,
till the ends are far-reaching,
and hope that peeps,
like oozing blood from skin,
The real hides deeper than that.,
and you stay in front of me,
to make doubts,
about me, and my person,
while i am talking.
Rafique Farooqi
162
WHY TO MISS?
If you got my taste,
then why to waste,
the time in your fist,
running so swift,
and dont think,
a bird on the sky,
that will fly,
and never be shy,
Or you will cry,
and why,
you are too late, ?
to know your fate.
Rafique Farooqi
163
WILD MISADVENTURE
Sparrows are falling,
like stones,
from the sky,
over the clouds,
the baby is hungry,
swallowing the paper,
no more teething,
mum is sneezing,
virtual virus,
just now breeding,
in my nightmare,
elephant foot,
stepping on my chest,
no more cry, event for to die,
i am here, and nowhere,
what to share,
just my life,
comiing soon,
on the moon,
purple baboon,
seen from here,
how you dare,
dont stare,
its unfair,
no more eyes,
eyes of tiger,
fixed over my face,
needled canines,
on my jaws,
i can eat, all your meat,
all your flesh all your skin,
born to win,
dont fear, i am alone,
just come down,
without your gun
Rafique Farooqi
164
WITHOUT LOVE
without your love,
i am just a plant of chilli,
with brittle buds,
and barren futures,
darker nights,
scorched days,
haunted mind,
opaque eyes,
parched lips,
drunken gaits,
half hearted motives,
useless gestures.
pointless thoughs,
and nothing else.
Rafique Farooqi
165
WORN-OUT BLOOMS
A withering leaf,
Crest fallen,
Below the clouds of sorrow,
Waiting the loud lightening,
To jump down,
In depths of saddened,
end,
And slow moonlight,
prevailing behind the darkness, of rainy clouds, waiting of kiss of heavens.
And banks of river,
Standing silent with questions.
Is it a cleared fate?
To find epmty hands,
Where worn-out blooms,
End in glooms
Rafique Farooqi
166
WRITTEN TRUTH
Under the shadow of,
your eyelashes,
Tears blinks in agony,
And dafodils dancing,
With vibrant lips,
Pain floates with notes,
making scratch on the heart,
The glow on cheeks,
Is oozing love.
I am smiling over,
Knots of strange moments,
You are so beautiful.
Rafique Farooqi
167
YOUR AUDLE IMAGE
my heart flutters for you,
more as you are a dream,
or reality,
or still a stranger,
or a question to unseen realities,
may i look,
my face in your words,
somewhere,
written on wall of,
sands,
in the desert of fate,
or footprints,
mine that lead to,
search of my desire,
or my famous despairs.
born with ill-fated,
person of me,
mingled to strive for,
my viability,
righteous to live,
on audle hopes.
Rafique Farooqi
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