To Palestine
A thousand mutilated heavens, The lost glory of ages divine, The remnants of Time’s crumpled tears – Try not to cry, Children of Palestine.
Tag: English Poetry
You know Chechnya
You know Chechnya, sometimes I cry We could have, but we didn’t try To save you from the enemy’s eye You know Chechnya, sometimes I cry
The Stranger within Me
Unwanted, unseen, like a dry fig leaf, I float through the air over glistening stones. Sometimes, I scorch in the burning hot sands, Sometimes, night fills me with chill to the bones.
The Metaphor of Existence
Vast expanses of red meadows, The broken glasses of a window-pane; Perhaps, somewhere there is my home, Perhaps, sorrow is my second name.
A Conference of Birds
An artistic representation – courtesy: http://www.tumblr.com/search/the conference the birds A year ago when I was dead, I walked alone the lonely road; Thinking of nothing, I moved towards The icy chill of my hellish abode.
Touch. Heal.
Look around, the world is weeping, Where am I, unaware and sleeping? Entrenched in dungeons I’ve built around me, Which my own eyes are unable to see. It’s my own world that calls for healing, That calls for help, for hope, for feeling.
The Sea
The sea, blue, broad, and vast, stretched before me, endlessly, As I walked on the bed of sand without a trace of lea. The white waves broke on the shore with a crash, And then they disappeared from the land in a flash.
A LAYMAN PERSPECTIVE 