by Tehreem Ali
imaginations,
There blew a faint wind
So faint that it said so much,
Making the old man speechless.
‘There is no song you can find here’
‘That sings itself in harmony and melody’.
‘There is no tenderness you can find here’
‘To rest your aching self’.
‘There is no calmness you can plunge’
‘Your disconcerting mind into’.
‘There is no support you can stand-by’
‘To fortify your feeble heart’.
‘There is no-one to hear the words’
‘That you so desperately want to free into the air’.
‘And there is no light you can catch’
‘To settle into the dark rooms or your life’.
And with that bitter, factual phases of reality just explained,
The old man felt ice break into his flesh
To know about the swing humanity swings upon
In this marry-go-round what some call ‘world’.
Raising his nearly kaput hands towards
That lonesome sky watching him,
The old man whispered words
For which even the darkness felt repentant.
Praying for the stoned hearts to soften a bit,
Praying for the glow of love to spread into eyes ever blinded,
Praying for minds to control their sense of worth,
Praying for the small birds perching for forgiveness to be listened to,
Praying for the long lost sleeping sentiments to awake,
Praying for the noise of aggression to die,
Praying for the lions to aid the weak around them,
The old man shouted every scream for deep within him
That burned like feral conflagration from a long time.
Then at last the skies did shed rain,
Feeling pity on the old man.
But as good frees its soul,
So did the old man,
At whose door the mighty storm,
Banging and crashing at its full force,
Took the old man with him
Into a world somewhat calmer
But never ever does good dies.
No matter how hard the storm bangs or crashes.
Close To The End
Some words are hard to find
While some lines are always clear
When all sides become opposite
It’s just another face of life
All flowers stand on their roots
Unless all roots stand
On the ground themselves
Those who could aim success
Could never stop in their race
Looking for joy in a strange place
Where no one could feel anything
Running to stand still among
All the fast moving seconds
Past is more than just memories
And helping for the sunshine
To break through and
Show you everything
Chances to sink in everything
Never come back more than once
All the fears that one had
Would start coming back
And stop him in moving forward
The heavy tears that one cries
We could still reach out
For every time to go our way
When we could get
Close to the end.
Dandelions In The Sky
Like a transparent, lucid marble,
A consciousness as light as a feather,
Resting in a quite piece of mind,
Floating upon the caramel, dreamy River,
Surrounded by the Diamonds of the sky,
They watch from above, faintly
At the Marry-Go-Round below them
That costs everyone’s ignorance
As a voucher to ride upon it.
They look down below them, in futile
At the wanderers, wandering in the sheer Darkness
For they chatter impatiently, vehemently saying: -
“What is Love and what’s it for? ”
But are bound to answer
For the Ignorant eye of Man
Is to discover it by itself.
They stand upon the edges of Eternity,
By-and-by claming the swollen minds
Of the ever confused, deranged Humanity.
Appearing at times in Black and Blues
Before the blind consciousness of Mankind
To show the way it often looses.
They rejoice with it when Pleasure
Surrounds its luck from all sides.
They contemplate the broken souls
Through their nature that’s always prepared
To mend what it broken.
They fill the quietness of the solemn Night.
They beam at the ones who follow with time
And pity the ones who go astray from it.
They ride with the Thunders of clouds,
Expecting someone, anyone, in need of their aid
In its fate when the Darkness spreads.
They speak without an utterance of words
To the Shadows up above.
They look down on us in repose
While we try making sense out of Life.
They run around in the marvels
Of what occurs to each one of us.
They cover the edged of Reality,
Filling it with new consequences, new situations.
They seek for the ones asking forgiveness,
They protect the ones right in their Soul,
They pave the way clear
For the grass to grow, ever green,
They roam in the Garden of Eden
And yet the Angels embrace the Soul,
Freeing it from the parable shadows and agonies of Death.
Deep Down Inside
There’s a little bit of hatred left in me
There’s a teardropp left in my eyes
There’s a sad moment left in me
They all lie, deep down inside.
There’s an un-solved problem in my mind
There’s a weak part left in me
There’s a heavy breath left in me
The all lie, deep down inside.
There’s an emptiness left in me
There’s a dark part left in me
There’s a rough part left in me
They all lie, deep down inside.
There’s a lonely part left in me
There’s a breakable heart in me
There’s a confusion left in me
They all lie, deep down inside.
Deep Within
Problems come to mend us
But not to break us
Hardships occur not to worry us
But to make us strong
We get betrayed so we could realize
What people are from inside
Curtains of darkness fall on us
To force us to search for light
Lies are told to us
So we may find the truth
Sadness comes to us to make us
Fight for our own happiness
Fear comes in us to make us brave
Failure takes place in our lucks
So we may work hard for success
Selfishness takes control over us
To make us kind
Things get lost so we may find them
Time runs from our hands
So we may run for it
Our past goes away so the present could come
And the present also gets lost for the future to come
And at last, the future comes
So that life could go on
And our life goes on
So that we could live
But all of this is meaningless
Unless we realize it
Deep within our heart.
Falling Down
I saw the stars fall
ing down
Like glowing starlings
And the swing to lead my way
To take me somewhere
Where no one else goes
A place where no one else knows
But the heavens that
Watch from above
I heard the voices
That had been locked up
For so long that they
Forgot if anything existed
I climbed every mountain
To see every path and rock
I dreamt without fear
Of a world apart from this
I held hard on-to the rope
Thrown towards me
Which brought me back to a
State knows as ‘reality’
Where one could actually
See the real color of the skies
And feel the wind on his skin
But for better or for worse
We try to see the un-real
Image of our life slip away
In an un-real world
Knows as ‘dreams’
They may give comfort to one’s heart
But they take us apart
From the real us
And thus, we become the lost wonderers
In that un-knows world
But no more persons.
Free Of Life
They are the ones
Who don’t see the world
With some black glasses
But with eyes full of hope
And with not a single
Doubt in them.
They are the true artists
Who can paint a yellow spot
As the sun
And everything with a new look
Giving it a new life
Just by their imagination.
They are the ones
Who sink deeply
Into one’s soul
Just to understand them
And to refresh what they have
Hidden deep down inside.
They are the shadows
Protecting us
The angles beside us
And the clouds above us
Showering their call on us
And giving it’s every wish to us
In it’s every drop.
They are the true leaders
Who will stand up
And step forward
For even one voice
To call upon them
And raise their chances
To bring just and right.
They are the ones
Who have opened the doors
Towards success and aim
And to do something in life
And to let our imagination
Pass through them
To the place
Where it all recollects.
They are the ones
Who don’t judge anyone
Or point fingers at anyone
But are always happy
With what they have
Even if they are alone
Just by themselves.
They are the seven skies
They are the heavens
And the seven seas
They are our tomorrow, our now
They are what we believe in
And who we can trust upon
And who we can always count on.
They are who put something
Into this dead space
They are who imagine
More than what they have
They will some day bring justice
And they are the true followers
In whatever they believe in
They are, indeed ‘Free Of Life’.
Freedom
Put your head
In the clouds
Up high in the sky
Let your soul
Touch the wind
That blows by.
Take a look at the moon
And all the shimmering stars
That shine so bright
And so far
See the beauty of nature
And find something good
In the future.
Feel the freshness of
The flowers, their coolness
And their power
Walk on the correct way
That God is going to
Lead you on and walk
On your own path
To find your own destiny.
Hand Full Of Wishes
Wet in the morning’s dew
Tired under the hot sun
Sleepy beneath the shadow of trees
Cold in the dark chilly night
The day traveled on it’s way.
Lost in the crowd of others
Working for the loner’s heart
Wondering in the absence of light
Hearing the lies chatter away
The world moved on without us.
Confessing our words of fear
Stumbling on broken feelings
Imagining a better situation
Watching our own pass by
The others could also forget us.
Giving our very best to others
Eating up our emotions when we know the past
Seeing through the visible mistakes
Loosing our every desire for them
‘Ignored’ is what we are by others.
Throwing our love into the fire of hate
Drawing our own lives on pieces of blank papers
Thinking of re-inventing our close bonds
Using all strength to make it better
The relations break away, leaving us behind
Spending time behind the bars
Approaching for the coming seconds
Walking on the road to nowhere
Mourning on what had been done when nothing is expected
We are the ones left alone by so much.
The days passed away
The seconds were soon over
The seasons came and went
The lives were fed and died
The promises were made and soon forgotten
All absurdities and miracles came and went
We also moved on with our lives.
History of a Pandemonium
When the soul is resilient yet seems
To be broken in a thousand pieces,
When the heart beats firmly yet the chambers
Are breaking with every beat in anguish,
When the eyes catch every glimpse of light
But are actually drenched in gloom of thousand hallucinations,
When thoughts are born in the void chambers of Possibility
But are themselves unstable, confused and disordered,
When imaginations dwell among the finest of Arts
But are nothing but mere dark visions of Death,
When ideas light up every second in the gloom of their prison
Although seem to be born out of restlessness for the on-lookers,
When the dreams are those of peace and tranquility
But in the light of Reality are nothing but unattainable goals,
When every decision made reflects a solution
Yet is possessed by uncertainty and regret,
When the faith seems firm and unreachable by Doubt
But all that the belief lies in is mere delusional,
When every perspective seems easy to conceive
Yet is camouflaged under false notions,
When every memory is born again in the hope of Remembrance
But never really existed to be too alive to be stored,
When every feeling is consistent in its own accord
Yet truthfully isn’t even a bit of mortal,
When everything said seems a token of Sympathy
But is just an auditory hallucination of those that never were,
When the picture depicts every part as a whole
And breaks at the mere touch of Wholesomeness,
When steps are perceiv
ed to be taken forward in the Past
But are seemingly the ones taken backward into the Future,
When Love seems to dwell in the heart in its full bloom
But is just a fragment of a heart, broken long ago,
When every lost hint of existence is found
Yet never really was lost but dimmed by Confusion,
When the Demons are anxious for life and limb
But are actually the pure hearts turned unrealistic
By the Delusional Veil cast upon the eyes,
When the one to aid is the only one to understand
Yet is the facsimile of own self, counseling
And figuring out its own reflection with its doubts,
When every fear seems to be buried deep inside
But is planting roots to every other phobia,
When every hope is crushed,
When every past misery seems alive again,
When every path to righteousness seems littered,
When mere seconds seem like Eternity,
When every thought is haunted by necromantic delusions,
When every ability seems a curse by Fate,
When ones own shadow seems to be someone else’s past,
When hallucinating numbness possesses every bit of consciousness
And when one’s own life doesn’t seem its own
But a total stranger that wont go away
That is the time when Mentality gives way to Insanity.
When a Mind that once thought freely
Becomes the slave of its own negativities.
Hit The Sky
Dark at night, I walk
In the middle of the road
With no one around but
The moon and the stars
Their light falling on
Each and ever part
I look up, feel like
I’m going to hit the sky.
Thoughts running through my mind
About my past and future
But the slightly cold breeze
Blowing by whisper in my ears
That tomorrow might be
Good for me
Filling me with a new hope
To fulfill my dreams
I look up, feel like
I’m going to hit the sky.
I never wonder about how
I’ll en up, with
What or where
How I’d have to face
The difficulties if this world
But the shinning stars
Give me a sign o hope
That God will always
Be there with me
And I look up, feel like
I’m going to hit the sky.
I Need You
I need you to make me smile
All the time
I need you for all my life
And I need you to always
Catch me when I fall.
I need your shoulder
To cry upon
Until you give me
The happiness I want
And I need you to stop
My tears and all my fears.
I need your love
To make me strong
And your power from
Which I can live from.
I need you to carry me
Through all the hard ways
And I need you
For all my life
Till the end of time.
Ingredients Of Immortal Thoughts
Perception-the soul of the yet un-born miracle.
Belief-it’s reason of eternal existence.
Hope-proof of its un-limited reality
Realism-its completion of mortality.
Possession-its shelter to thrice un-seemingly.
Realization-strength for its weakness.
Time-the tool to control its resilient powers.
Insight-reflection of its pure nature.
Potential-it’s atmosphere to grow and nourish.
Selflessness-its hope of devotion.
Questioning-the logic of its eternity.
Joy-the frame for it’s broken spirits.
Fear-it’s courage to face its mortal demons.
Anxiety-it’s vision to perceive deeply.
Confusion-it’s gateway to solutions.
Pain-the cure for its mortality.
Suffering-it’s eternal struggle to thrive.
Isolation-understanding of it’s own doubts.
Failure-platform to arise from its own depths.
Silence-connection with its eternal fate.
Aura-to bloom its voidness.
Ideas-its eternity for empowerment.
Dreams-the color of its dull burning embers
And Imagination-its cup of Immortality.
Light In The Dark
If the sun would vanish
And the moon shines no more
The stars fall into pieces
And the sky falls apart.
If the earth gives itself away
And every living creature
Is carried away
By any distinction of light.
If every belief is lost
And every call is rejected
If the need for victory
Does no longer exist.
If the rich have control
Over the poor
And every intention
To fight back for the right
Is cursed by the darkened of all.
If the hands can’t ever reach
For anyone’s sake or sacrifice
And every question to live
Is never to be answered.
If the past is brought back
And the present is lost
If the future no longer holds
The words of our leaders.
If a thought is captured by doubt
And any imagination
Is never to be notified of
And every questions is
Never to be answered.
If a tear is turned into great fear
And every smile is turned
Into some sort of show off for the world to see
If that love is turned into hatred.
But at the end, if this is
Just a dream or
Just a minor thought
Then what would happen
If this all was real?
But it’s simply just another
Way of thinking of life
And a matter
To think of.
And to be thankful to God
For what he has
Sustained us with
And not to find mistakes
In anything he created.
So all this is just an imagination
But rather imagined with an IF
Some what more like imagining
Some light in the dark.
Neon Lights
Pages turn back and forth,
Words rupture like total strangers,
Letters fall like shooting stars,
Lines tear apart mercilessly from each other
And all chapters of life go astray, forever.
Dreams turn into never-ending nightmares,
Fear linger about in our minds,
Illusions circle the path of our thoughts,
Lunacy seems to be working on its way
And all the pleasure of life becomes
Nothing more than vacant images.
Love leaves the edges of our heart,
Laughter denies to smile on our face,
Hope no more shines in our eyes,
Sympathy no more resides in our acts
And all the comfort of life dies out.
Taking turns we never anticipated to take
And seeing facts and reasons we never notioned of seeing,
Our life flashes right before our eyes,
Like neon lights, blinking and fading in every moment,
As a life is given and another is given.
&nbs
p; No One
There’s no one to cry for
And no one to smile for
No one to breathe for
And no one to live for
Life is nothing
Without you anymore.
There’s no one to fight for
And no one to stay strong for
No one to hold on to
And no one to take support from
Life is nothing
Without you anymore.
There’s no one to stay with
And no one to share my feelings with
There’s no one to care for
And no one to worry for
Life is nothing
Without you anymore.
Life is lonely
Life is dark
Now, life is nothing
Without you anymore.
Not With This Wind
Through the window I see
The sun as it comes out
Smiling to this earth
As it relights every corner
The voices of birds
And the wind singing
Is what I hear
Some how this morning did
Break through from the night
And washed away yesterday’s absurdities
So long as the day comes
Some struggle hard for their rights
While some find it too much
Happiness is what is needed all around
With all the curves and turns
That this day brought with it
But soon the rays of the sun
Start to hide behind the curtains
Of the deep soling sky
And washed away yesterday’s absurdities
While every roc starts to roll back
And the birds stop to sing in their melodies
The ships in the sea ship without sail
Everyone turns their way back home
From a tired day, through the work
To rest in the warmth of that only shelter
Not after long, the twinkling stars
Shine on the lonely blank sky
That stands alone, without a pillar
Merging in the way of the last minute
We did what we had to do
And we felt all we could feel
We said what ever we could say
And crossed over every hardship
That wouldn’t have brought us back again
And yet, we had waited for that
Another day to arrive.
Nothing From Something
The world fell asleep
When the flames rose up
Every dark faded away
When every light came in
Deaths were rejected
When lives were given
Lies were hidden
When the feelings came out
Tears were turned away
When all smiles were brought
The rains were over
When the skies could see us
Those lazy days coming
Our way were turned back
When knowledge was what we aimed
The shadows went forth
When the sun shone
Violence could no longer speak
When the voices of laughter
Flowed up into the air
All betrayals were over
When promises were made
Every curse was destroyed
When beliefs were formed
And this was the time
When one could live
A more hopeful life
But now, we expect
When there’s nothing left
So that nothing comes from something.
Now And Then
The un-said can’t be said
The un-seen can’t be seen
The aimless can’t be aimed
The hidden can’t be shown
The misunderstood can’t be understood
The un-heard can’t be heard
The un-forgiven can’t be forgiven
The un-worthy can’t be trusted
The fallen-down can’t be broken further
The lost time can’t be found
The done can’t be un-done
The mistakes can’t be erased
The lies can’t be spoken from the heart
The dead can’t be awaken
The past can’t be the present
The dreams can’t be the reality
The answers can’t be enough sometimes
The starters can’t be the enders
But when we look back
We regret our own mistakes
Of not taking the risks
Life is in-complete without
Problems or sorrows
And it’s worse without them
Then it is with having them
And they are some
Building blocks of life after all.
Omnipotence
Inside the endless realm of Mind there lies
A box of stars we never dare to open,
A kingdom of Memory we try to rebuild,
A temple standing on pillars of Imagination we try to crush,
A jewel of immortal Thought we try to steal,
A chamber lighted by lanterns of Idea we try to blow,
A dying flicker of Dream we try to resurrect,
A translucent glow of Sanity we try to wear,
A lifeless seed of Perception we try to nourish,
A lost melody of Hope we try to sing,
A trembling bead of Faith we try to cling to,
A fallen kingdom of Belief we try to protect,
A growing root of Fear we try to diminish,
A medal of Bravery we try to gain,
A statue molded from Anxiety we try to disfigure,
A bird of Wisdom we try to enslave,
A fire burning with embers of Instinct we try to cool,
A rehash of Pain we try to hide,
A deep lust of Deception we try to melt,
A prison of Deceit we try to break free from,
A cell with prisoners of Secrecy we try to camouflage,
A hurt of Weakness we try to heal,
A bone of Regret we try to swallow,
A demon of Anger we try to defeat,
A poison of Shame we try to drink,
A book of Truth we try to burn,
A curtain of Delusion we try to lift,
A broken chord of Love we try to repair,
A pool of Hatred we try to wash away,
A dark night of Ignorance we try to rest in,
A race of Dominance we try to win,
A mirror of Realism we try to shatter,
A lost arc of Peace we try to sail in,
A beating of Torture we try to resist,
A game of Injustice we try to play,
A desperation of Desire we try to summon
A scream of Anguish we try to silence,
A spell of Corruption we try to enchant,
A cloak of Divinity we try to rip,
A mask of Purity we try to wear,
A melody of Grace we try to hum,
A chain of Reality we try to break free from,
A valley of Sorrow we try to fossilize,
A messenger of Happiness we try to locate,
A murmur of Helplessness we try to bury,
A flashback of Mortality we try to gaze into,
A corner of Guilt we try to sneak into,
A vacant glass of Freedom we try to drink from,
A vision of Fate we try to blur,
A provision of Creation we try to deny,
And a barren land of Immortality we try to conquer
But a slight glimpse of the Omnipotent's awareness
Is all it taken to turn into dust
The shields we try to hide it all with.
One Love, Alot Of Pain
In life, there’s one love but a lot of pain
Love heals your wounds
when the pain is too much
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love is an angel while the pain is a devil
Love gives comfort when the pain is hurtful
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love is the light while the pain is the darkness
Love is a rainbow while the pain is a thunder
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love will be strong when the pain is weak
Love is true but the pain is false
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love fair while the pain is un-fair
Love is surely possible when the pain is impossible
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Protecting The Invisible
The sea won’t come to us
To cool down our thirst
The stars won’t fall for us
To shine on us
The future won’t speak to us
To warn us
The emptiness won’t show us
That it needs to be filled
The sun won’t rise before it’s time
To shine-on on our sorrows
The solutions won’t come to us
To solve our problems
The intelligence won’t be thrust upon us
To make us greater
The dreams won’t let us wonder
In them to take us away from ourselves
The truth of kindness won’t
Open-up by itself
To make us clearer
And all we have to do is
Stand up for ourselves.
Puzzle Of Life
Among the puzzle of life
There are pieces
That can’t be separated
And the pieces
That can’t be joined
There are pieces
That are hard to find
And the pieces
That are right before us
There are pieces
Showing the right picture
Of all our memories
And the pieces
That are always apart
There are pieces
That give the perfect meaning
Of our every question
And the pieces
That break the instant
They are held
There are pieces
That join with others
To make a perfect match
And the pieces
That aren’t meant to be
There are pieces
That follow that one direction
And the pieces
That tear-away every path
And so, this puzzle could
Be solved by the one
Who created it in the start.
Rock In A River
They say heart is like a fist
But it’s a open hand
Holding out it’s feelings
They say mistakes are accidents
But they are what make a person
They say words are enough
To explain everything
But they never express feelings
They say life is long
But it’s a small journey
For us to explore the world
They say ‘money’ is what
Makes a man trusted
But it’s his own deeds
Which make him trusted
They say it’s hunger and thirst
Which make a man survive
But it’s God who