workshop
Insulated from the world, listening
to whatever selection of music
I had decided would best protect me
from the perils of dull conversation
and the lives of even duller people,
I noticed a small child, at his mother's
hip, desperately concentrating on
the banana in his hands and I smiled
memories' involuntary smile as
I was instantly transported to days
filled with laughter and soft kindness and I
could not remember when I'd given up.
Stillness
sheathed my need,
a gentle sheen
glistened your chest,
and my hands
yearned to reach
sliding my fingers
over your length.
But you beat me
with strokes on
the embonpoint,
tracing my navel
with the tips,
brushing my thighs
with your lips.
A rise of emotion
embodied my fervor
and flowed to surge,
as my mouth dried
limbs began to shake
this was the beginning
of a body quake
embodied the tangle
and the brush
fair locks
full of sleep
and sunshine
dreams
and restless
dark winds
treasures
and keepsakes
coveted
I proclaim the love of Christ
I proclaim the love of Christ
I proclaim it in my heart
For the rest of my life;
I proclaim the love of Christ
Such a love that does not envy,
Suffers long and retains plenty;
Love as it bleed but not paraded itself,
Kind enough to die on the cross for all else.
… the love of Christ
I proclaim it forever.
The aliens won't ever come for me
when I'm lying in my bed at night.
Awakening, I'll never see
odd grey heads looming in my sight.
I won't ever feel the curdling shock
of strange grey creatures lifting me,
or the fearful sudden knock
of paralysis hit my sweating body.
They'll never take me to their ship
to do their weird examinations,
or tag me with a micro chip
to track my subsequent locations.
A veil of sadness
was pierced,
the fabric of sorrow
ripped.
In moments
a rippling silence
eschewed.
I was liberated
from a shroud
that bound my grief,
I am now a silken thread
fixed to spin,
in silent whorls.
I know you miss my silly talks,
the silence which speaks a lot,
the sharing in everything.
every moment day or night,
secretly wish to stick together
with every beep of our heart.
But you never say it...
Just let it out...,
Let your heart flow to me
This used to be my home
where tears and laughter bloom
nothing fancy inside
but a love which shines bright
White paint on the old walls
now turned to shades of grey.
and here, i remember
the sound of children at play
and my father's deep voice
as he reads the Qur'an
while his students listen
accepting his guidance.
As I entered the rooms
I shared with my siblings,
I find myself missing
moments i hold so dear..
the childhood without fear
Do you all know,
one day yet
to one's birthday
one is a child
and
a day after the 18th birthday
one becomes a man(woman)
now tell me
a crime committed on a day
short of 18
one is dealt with
like one was a kid
and
a day after he cuts the eighteenth slice
he becomes a man
then what is his position
as he cuts the cake
and
pierces his ex
will you treat him
as a man
o tell me
fair man!
I think I know.
You don’t think I know.
I don’t think you know.
But you think you know.
You think, I know
but you know I think.
so you think, I don’t know,
I don’t think I know.
You think I know
I know I don’t think,
but I know you think,
so I think, I don’t know.
You don’t always think,
I think, that I know.
I don’t always think,
you know that, I think.
I think I know
you don’t think I know.
But I think you know
I don’t think - I know.
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