POETRY


WITH LIGHT IN MY EYES & LOVE IN MY HEART, I DREAM OF LIBERATION

LIKE THE GOLDEN MOON

Like the golden moon, I shimmer

Sultans have fought for my light,

With battles and bloodshed

Dwarfed by pain and desire,

As I beamed across the sky.

Man cannot contain my power.

I am the embryo of gold.

Lead courses through my veins.

I am the descendant of Babylonian knowledge.

Alchemists sought to understand,

How something so simple

Could blind all mankind.

And the day have come and gone,

Where my beaming rays have tarnished

Leaving nothing but a cryptic reflection

Of riches once borne.

My power hid beneath the earth,

Left to be discovered by anxious hands

Groping in the darkness,

Fervently searching until

I emerge.

And, today like the golden moon, I shimmer

Wrapped in golden ribbons.

I await the gentle hands of Love

To free me from myself,

And together we shall carry the night sky

Filled with hidden precious metals,

Back to Babylon.

BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN CITY

This is a beautifully broken city.

Bustling bodies brave through the streets

Through ancient pathways

Carved from limestone

Crumbling beneath their feet.

This is a beautifully broken city.

Masked faces adorned with machine guns

Overlook the Kingdom Halls

Of pharaohs and kings

Sipping on sweet sugar cane juice.

This is a beautiful broken city.

Youthful faces dance to Oum Khalthoum

Dubbed to the soundtracks of walkie talkie static

And street vendors cries

As they are rushed away from their homes.

This is a beautiful broken city.

Unborn artists paint the skylines

Brushing dust on the speckled buildings

As they look over their shoulders

And prepare their IDs to be checked.

Cairo, oh Cairo

You are a beautifully broken.

Just like your lost generations

Calling on the dreams

Of a revolution that never came.

PARI

azizam,

you called me pari

as divine fires

warmed your soul

in your eyes

beauty & love

dance beneath the moon

until my body rose

your heart from the dead

repenting for sins

you hadn’t yet committed

& i already punished

joonam,

i lost my heart

at the gates of heaven

refused entrance

i found your tears

as you cast away

the child’s prayer

& called on the divs

to save you

from the moral tempest

of the pari

you discovered.

janam,

the divs you brought

destroyed the forest

where a pari

could find her home

now,

i must wander

knowing a mortal man

could never be with

a pari

like me.

THE LONGEST DREAM

It started with fear.

The solstice opened the earth

And long lost souls

Came out of the night sky

Bringing us into the longest dream.

Our slumber came and left

But we stayed in the clouds.

Dancing in the winds

Rainstorms took us apart

And the moon brought us back

To the longest dream

That ever was.

I was saved in the arms of love

My shallowest breath slowed

My spirit rested

At long last my pain

Was cradled in the heart

Of the beloved.

The winds sang us

Spiralling into tornadoes

Drawing us apart.

We stayed in trance

And the distance

Called upon the nightmares.

It returned with a confidence

With the summer solstice

And the opening of spirits

That hypnotized us once again

Dancing to the trance

Of the longest dream

That ever was.

NO ANSWERS

She has no answers.

She came to us in the darkness.

When all the pathways to light,

Were obscured by death.

And agony had left us in solitude

Climbing out of quick sand.

She has no rules for us to follow,

Only bodies to touch

And warmth to give.

Love is a joy untold.

We will not hear her whispers

Or feel her presence

Until she has carried us home.

He worries.

He can’t give me what I deserve.

Yet,

I rejoice in all he has given.

And take each moment

Like a bird in flight.

The earth beneath me

Reveals only possibility

That the wind will propel me forward

Far away from here.

How fearful

We must be to love

In a time of death.

How foolish I must be

To touch him

When he is so broken.

But she told me so

And I listened carefully

To her guiding songs

A remembrance of a future

Beyond wars,

Beyond pain,

beyond death,

beyond destruction.

So,

I fell in love in war

Only to find myself

Living in fits of nostalgia

For a life

Before wars,

Before pain,

Before death,

Before destruction.

Still,

I fell in love.

And I got no answers.

No answers at all.

Except,

That this war

Brought me his love

And maybe,

It can take it all away.

TRINITY OF FUNDAMENTALS

i spent so many years,

looking for Love

i forgot about Revolution.

i spent so many years

looking for Revolution,

i forgot about Love.

yet, i never thought about Life

only Love & Revolution.

only to find out,

it was Life all along,

that sent me looking

for Love & Revolution.

Love, Life & Revolution.

MAGICIAN

I have convinced myself

You don’t exist

Just as I convinced myself

He didn’t exist

When I laid in your arms.

He was the love of my life

Just as you were mine.

But both of you

Became my magic tricks

Disappearing and reappearing

At the drop of a hat.

Your eyes burned into my soul

Just as his tore into my heart.

Where he left off

You picked up

And what you were missing

He had tenfold.

When did I become this magician?

When will the magic tricks end?

Maybe when I realize

That I am both

The magic and the tricks.

For isn’t it me who keeps

Disappearing and reappearing

Convincing you both that

I don’t exist?

MAKING THE ROUNDS

May you make the rounds

Of all the women of the world.

Whisper to them softly

And play with their hair,

Gaze into their eyes

Under the light of the moon.

May you make the rounds

Of all the women of the world.

And write poems

About their eyelashes,

Painting masterpieces on their backs

To feel their body against yours

Igniting the fires of beneath you.

May you make the rounds

Of all the women of the world.

Hand in hand through foreign streets

Taking care of their tender hearts,

Singing sweet songs of spring

Sending shivers down their spines.

May you make the rounds

Of all the women of the world.

Searching for the passion

In a dream you’ve never wanted,

They’ll return your search

Empty handed and weakened

By the fear that rides their souls

Roaming lost in a sea of lovers.

May you make the rounds

Of all the women of the world.

To finally understand

Why I couldn’t stay

And why you must continue,

To make the rounds

Of all the women of the world.

OUR PARENTS

our parents left on stormy seas

seeking refuge in a safer world,

they ran from distant shores

where bodies piled.

they ran from their ringing ears

tracing the falling bombs.

they set out in search of peace.

& when they landed

they were greeted by Fear.

fighting endlessly,

they built shelter with their weakened hands.

so when it came to have children

they fingers were tired.

they were tired

because the ringing still played in their ears

because the bodies still crawled into their dreams

because the Fear had set into their bones.

so they reminded us

of the nightmares the safety could not bring them to forget

of the violence that jolted them awake.

born into the imagination of bloodshed

we sought to recreate this terror from within.

although we lived in peace

the distant echoes of bombs still rung in our ears.

& we discovered old torn photographs

of piled bodies in our minds

with the weight of grief upon our shoulders

sacrifice became the language of love

& guilt the tender hand of affection.

love was bounded by the chains of shame

& expectation swelled with the growing tides.

because as long as we were here

they remembered they weren’t there.

REMEMBERING

ive been remembering my lovers,

each one grander than the last.

i’ve been remembering my loneliness

with all the moments it grew weary.

ive been remembering my heart,

as I climb mountaintops with my eyes shut.

ive been remembering myself,

beginning to feel the dirt beneath my feet

in lost cities of drunken youth.

all I am is but a bird in flight

freed by the blessings of divinity,

landing on golden dunes of stolen civilisations

prepared to uncover beauty.

i have been remembering to live,

making up for all the years i spent dying.

COULD BE A DREAM

This could be a dream.

I have no question of that.

Tomorrow,

I could wake up

And realize it never really happened.

All these lives were lived

On make belief timelines.

The nightmares of this world,

With all of their ecstatic fantasies,

Make it into the greatest,

Never ending

Dream.

So,

Just as we dare

To take control

As we sleep.

Let us remember,

That this one too,

May very well be a dream.

Be courageous!

Make it a story.

To repeat with excitement,

Over a morning coffee

With the greatest of lovers.

NAMESAKE

One day,

I will die

And return home

Where I belong

In the sky.

I will be

The light of the moon

And I will see

The whole world

At once.

I will gaze over

All that is

From the loss

To the love

That fills this earth.

Far above

I will be silent

Listening to the spirit

Of every soul

Softly whispering

The secrets of the heart.

The world will unearth

It’s hidden lovers

Before my grace

As they remember

The days

They have forgotten.

HARVEST MOON

On this harvest moon

I made love to myself.

The eve of my birthday

The stars softly sang sweet lullabies

In the swelling belly of the tides

Against the bleached sand dunes

Kept far away from my desires

My soul sucked the sweet air

And licked the warm mounds

Of the supple glistening mountains

As the wetness of the winds

Dribbled onto my tongue

Quenching my ravenous thirst

For freedom in love and

Love in freedom.

I DANCE LIKE THE MOON

I dance like the moon

I come close and go far

The patterns are clear

To those who see

The guiding force

Of ebbs and flows

Within this sacred union

With the skies above.

In my fullness

I bring light to darkness

And in my distance

I am but a remembrance

Where you shall dream

Of my sacred return

To these skies above.

EVERYTHING & NOTHING

dreamscapes of a lost childhood

intermingle with the suffering

of the world’s grandiose devastation

as Lovers sing eulogies

to corpses lost at sea

in an orchestratic memory

of a fleeting memory

that came minutes

before the Day of Judgment.

fears are blown to the winds

as long as acceptance

guides the tender hearted

in the turbulent waters

of Life’s course.

i dreamt of Joy in fits

of nightmares that

plagued my meaningless existence

under the setting sun

of a day I never believed

would come for me.

the eve of misery

left my days hidden

under thunderous clouds of anger

& my body grew cold

until the touch of Life

dissipated my existence

& i became gold

belonging to a piece of

of everything & nothing.

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