إرادة الحياة

إذا الشّعْبُ يَوْمَاً أرَادَ الْحَيَـاةَ فَلا بُدَّ أنْ يَسْتَجِيبَ القَـدَر

وَلا بُـدَّ لِلَّيـْلِ أنْ يَنْجَلِــي وَلا بُدَّ للقَيْدِ أَنْ يَـنْكَسِـر

وَمَنْ لَمْ يُعَانِقْهُ شَوْقُ الْحَيَـاةِ تَبَخَّـرَ في جَوِّهَـا وَانْدَثَـر

فَوَيْلٌ لِمَنْ لَمْ تَشُقْـهُ الْحَيَاةُ مِنْ صَفْعَـةِ العَـدَم المُنْتَصِر

كَذلِكَ قَالَـتْ لِـيَ الكَائِنَاتُ وَحَدّثَنـي رُوحُـهَا المُسْتَتِر

وَدَمدَمَتِ الرِّيحُ بَيْنَ الفِجَاجِ وَفَوْقَ الجِبَال وَتَحْتَ الشَّجَر

إذَا مَا طَمَحْـتُ إلِـى غَـايَةٍ رَكِبْتُ الْمُنَى وَنَسِيتُ الحَذَر

وَلَمْ أَتَجَنَّبْ وُعُـورَ الشِّعَـابِ وَلا كُبَّـةَ اللَّهَـبِ المُسْتَعِـر

وَمَنْ لا يُحِبّ صُعُودَ الجِبَـالِ يَعِشْ أَبَدَ الدَّهْرِ بَيْنَ الحُفَـر

فَعَجَّتْ بِقَلْبِي دِمَاءُ الشَّبَـابِ وَضَجَّتْ بِصَدْرِي رِيَاحٌ أُخَر

وَأَطْرَقْتُ ، أُصْغِي لِقَصْفِ الرُّعُودِ وَعَزْفِ الرِّيَاح وَوَقْعِ المَطَـر

وَقَالَتْ لِيَ الأَرْضُ – لَمَّا سَأَلْتُ : ” أَيَـا أُمُّ هَلْ تَكْرَهِينَ البَشَر؟”

“أُبَارِكُ في النَّاسِ أَهْلَ الطُّمُوحِ وَمَنْ يَسْتَلِـذُّ رُكُوبَ الخَطَـر

وأَلْعَنُ مَنْ لا يُمَاشِي الزَّمَـانَ وَيَقْنَعُ بِالعَيْـشِ عَيْشِ الحَجَر

هُوَ الكَوْنُ حَيٌّ ، يُحِـبُّ الحَيَاةَ وَيَحْتَقِرُ الْمَيْتَ مَهْمَا كَـبُر

فَلا الأُفْقُ يَحْضُنُ مَيْتَ الطُّيُورِ وَلا النَّحْلُ يَلْثِمُ مَيْتَ الزَّهَــر

وَلَـوْلا أُمُومَةُ قَلْبِي الرَّؤُوم لَمَا ضَمَّتِ المَيْتَ تِلْكَ الحُفَـر

فَوَيْلٌ لِمَنْ لَمْ تَشُقْـهُ الحَيَـاةُ مِنْ لَعْنَةِ العَـدَمِ المُنْتَصِـر

وفي لَيْلَةٍ مِنْ لَيَالِي الخَرِيفِ مُثَقَّلَـةٍ بِالأََسَـى وَالضَّجَـر

سَكِرْتُ بِهَا مِنْ ضِياءِ النُّجُومِ وَغَنَّيْتُ لِلْحُزْنِ حَتَّى سَكِـر

سَأَلْتُ الدُّجَى: هَلْ تُعِيدُ الْحَيَاةُ لِمَا أَذْبَلَتْـهُ رَبِيعَ العُمُـر؟

فَلَمْ تَتَكَلَّمْ شِفَـاهُ الظَّلامِ وَلَمْ تَتَرَنَّـمْ عَذَارَى السَّحَر

وَقَالَ لِيَ الْغَـابُ في رِقَّـةٍ مُحَبَّبـَةٍ مِثْلَ خَفْـقِ الْوَتَـر

يَجِيءُ الشِّتَاءُ ، شِتَاءُ الضَّبَابِ شِتَاءُ الثُّلُوجِ ، شِتَاءُ الْمَطَـر

فَيَنْطَفِىء السِّحْرُ ، سِحْرُ الغُصُونِ وَسِحْرُ الزُّهُورِ وَسِحْرُ الثَّمَر

وَسِحْرُ الْمَسَاءِ الشَّجِيِّ الوَدِيعِ وَسِحْرُ الْمُرُوجِ الشَّهِيّ العَطِر

وَتَهْوِي الْغُصُونُ وَأَوْرَاقُـهَا وَأَزْهَـارُ عَهْدٍ حَبِيبٍ نَضِـر

وَتَلْهُو بِهَا الرِّيحُ في كُلِّ وَادٍ وَيَدْفنُـهَا السَّيْـلُ أنَّى عَـبَر

وَيَفْنَى الجَمِيعُ كَحُلْمٍ بَدِيـعٍ تَأَلَّـقَ في مُهْجَـةٍ وَانْدَثَـر

وَتَبْقَى البُـذُورُ التي حُمِّلَـتْ ذَخِيـرَةَ عُمْرٍ جَمِـيلٍ غَـبَر

وَذِكْرَى فُصُول ٍ ، وَرُؤْيَا حَيَاةٍ وَأَشْبَاح دُنْيَا تَلاشَتْ زُمَـر

مُعَانِقَـةً وَهْيَ تَحْـتَ الضَّبَابِ وَتَحْتَ الثُّلُوجِ وَتَحْـتَ الْمَدَر

لَطِيفَ الحَيَـاةِ الذي لا يُمَـلُّ وَقَلْبَ الرَّبِيعِ الشَّذِيِّ الخَضِر

وَحَالِمَـةً بِأَغَـانِـي الطُّيُـورِ وَعِطْرِ الزُّهُورِ وَطَعْمِ الثَّمَـر

وَمَا هُـوَ إِلاَّ كَخَفْـقِ الجَنَاحِ حَتَّـى نَمَا شَوْقُـهَا وَانْتَصَـر

فصدّعت الأرض من فوقـها وأبصرت الكون عذب الصور

وجـاءَ الربيـعُ بأنغامـه وأحلامـهِ وصِبـاهُ العطِـر

وقبلّـها قبـلاً في الشفـاه تعيد الشباب الذي قد غبـر

وقالَ لَهَا : قد مُنحـتِ الحياةَ وخُلّدتِ في نسلكِ الْمُدّخـر

وباركـكِ النـورُ فاستقبـلي شبابَ الحياةِ وخصبَ العُمر

ومن تعبـدُ النـورَ أحلامـهُ يباركهُ النـورُ أنّـى ظَهر

إليك الفضاء ، إليك الضيـاء إليك الثرى الحالِمِ الْمُزْدَهِر

إليك الجمال الذي لا يبيـد إليك الوجود الرحيب النضر

فميدي كما شئتِ فوق الحقول بِحلو الثمار وغـض الزهـر

وناجي النسيم وناجي الغيـوم وناجي النجوم وناجي القمـر

وناجـي الحيـاة وأشواقـها وفتنـة هذا الوجـود الأغـر

وشف الدجى عن جمال عميقٍ يشب الخيـال ويذكي الفكر

ومُدَّ عَلَى الْكَوْنِ سِحْرٌ غَرِيبٌ يُصَـرِّفُهُ سَـاحِـرٌ مُقْـتَدِر

وَضَاءَتْ شُمُوعُ النُّجُومِ الوِضَاء وَضَاعَ البَخُورُ ، بَخُورُ الزَّهَر

وَرَفْرَفَ رُوحٌ غَرِيبُ الجَمَالِ بِأَجْنِحَـةٍ مِنْ ضِيَاءِ الْقَمَـر

وَرَنَّ نَشِيدُ الْحَيَاةِ الْمُقَـدَّسِ في هَيْكَـلٍ حَالِمٍ قَدْ سُـحِر

وَأَعْلَنَ في الْكَوْنِ أَنَّ الطُّمُوحَ لَهِيبُ الْحَيَـاةِ وَرُوحُ الظَّفَـر

إِذَا طَمَحَتْ لِلْحَيَاةِ النُّفُوسُ فَلا بُدَّ أَنْ يَسْتَجِيبَ الْقَـدَرْ

مزاج جبراني عنيف

أكاد أقسم انها ليست أول مرة أشارككم القصيدة، لكني لا أجدها على المدونة، سو هير جوز نوثينج.

البعض نحبّهم
لكن لا نقترب منهم…….. فهم في البعد أحلى
وهم في البعد أرقى…. وهم في البعد أغلى

والبعض نحبهم
ونسعى كي نقترب منهم
ونتقاسم تفاصيل الحياة معهم
ويؤلمنا الابتعاد عنهم
ويصعب علينا تصوّر الحياة حين تخلو منهم.

والبعض نحبّهم
ونتمنى أن نعيش حكاية جميلة معهم
ونفتعل الصدف لكي نلتقي بهم
ونختلق الأسباب كي نراهم
ونعيش في الخيال أكثر من الواقع معهم

والبعض نحبّهم
لكن بيننا وبين أنفسنا فقط
فنصمت برغم ألم الصمت
فلا نجاهر بحبّهم حتى لهم لأنّ العوائق كثيرة
والعواقب مخيفة ومن الأفضل لنا ولهم أن تبقى
الأبواب بيننا وبينهم مغلقة…

والبعض نحبّهم
فنملأ الأرض بحبهم ونحدث الدنيا عنهم
ونثرثر بهم في كلّ الأوقات
ونحتاج إلى وجودهم…. كالماء.. والهواء
ونختنق في غيابهم أو الابتعاد عنهم

والبعض نحبّهم
لأننا لا نجد سواهم
وحاجتنا إلى الحب تدفعنا نحوهم
فالأيام تمضي
والعمر ينقضي
والزمن لا يقف
ويرعبنا بأن نبقى بلا رفيق

والبعض نحبّهم
لأنّ مثلهم لا يستحق سوى الحب
ولا نملك أمامهم سوى أن نحب
فنتعلّم منهم أشياء جميلة
ونرمّم معهم أشياء كثيرة
ونعيد طلاء الحياة من جديد
ونسعى صادقين كي نمنحهم بعض السعادة

والبعض نحبّهم
لكننا لا نجد صدى لهذا الحب في
قلوبهــم
فننهار وننكسر
ونتخبّط في حكايات فاشلة
فلا نكرههم
ولا ننساهم
ولا نحب سواهم
ونعود نبكيهم بعد كلّ محاولة فاشلة

..والبعض نحبّهم..
..ويبقى فقط أن يحبّوننا..
..مثلما نحبّهم

جبران خليل جبران

Sweet Mornings

Feeling a bit nostalgic, once upon a time, whenever I was down, a friend would read me some Nizar on the phone in an attempt to alleviate the mood.

This is one of my favourites, given how early I’m always up on a weekend and in solidarity with all of you who also managed to lose precious sleep, a sweet sweet morning 🙂

صباحك سكر

إذا مر يومٌ ولم أتذكر

به أن أقول: صباحك سكر…

ورحت أخط كطفلٍ صغير

كلاماً غريباً على وجه دفتر

فلا تضجري من ذهولي وصمتي

ولا تحسبي أن شيئاً تغير

فحين أنا لا أقول: أحب..

فمعناه أني أحبك أكثر.

إذا جئتني ذات يوم بثوبٍ

كعشب البحيرات.. أخضر .. أخضر

وشعرك ملقىً على كتفيك

كبحرٍ.. كأبعاد ليلٍ مبعثر..

ونهدك.. تحت ارتفاف القميص

شهي.. شهي.. كطعنة خنجر

ورحت أعب دخاني بعمقٍ

وأرشف حبر دواتي وأسكر

فلا تنعتيني بموت الشعور

ولا تحسبي أن قلبي تحجر

فبالوهم أخلق منك إلهاً

وأجعل نهدك.. قطعة جوهر

وبالوهم.. أزرع شعرك دفلى

وقمحاً.. ولوزاً.. وغابات زعتر..

إذا ما جلست طويلاً أمامي

كمملكةٍ من عبيرٍ ومرمر..

وأغمضت عن طيباتك عيني

وأهملت شكوى القميص المعطر

فلا تحسبي أنني لا أراك

فبعض المواضيع بالذهن يبصر

ففي الظل يغدو لعطرك صوتٌ

وتصبح أبعاد عينيك أكبر

أحبك فوق المحبة.. لكن

دعيني أراك كما أتصور..

نزار قباني

Half Lives

لا تجالس أنصاف العشاق ..
ولا تصادق أنصاف الأصدقاء ..
لا تقرا لـأنصاف الموهوبين ..
ولا تعش نصف حياة ..
لا تمت نصف موت ..
ولا تختبر نصف حل ..
لا تقف في منتصف الحقيقة ..
ولا تحلم نصف حلم ..
ولا تتعلق بنصف أمل ..

إذا صمتّ ، فـاصمت حتى النهاية ..
وإذا تكلمت ، فتكلّم حتى النهاية ..
لا تصمت كي تتكلم ولا تتكلم كي تصمت ..

إذا رضيت ..
فعبّر عن رضاك لا تصطنع نصف رضا ..
وإذا رفضت ..
فعبّر عن رفضك ، لأن نصف الرفض قبول ..

النصف !!!!
هو حياة لم تعشها ، وهو كلمة لم تقلها ، وهو ابتسامة أجّلتها ، وهو حب لم تصل إليه ، وهو صداقة لم تعرفها ..

النصف !!!!
هو ما يجعلك غريباً عن أقرب الناس إليك ، وهو ما يجعل أقرب الناس إليك غرباء عنك ..

النصف !!!!
هو أن تصل وأن لاتصل ، أن تعمل وأن لا تعمل ، أن تغيب وأن تحضر ..

النصف !!!!
هو أنت ، عندما لا تكون أنت ..
لأنك لم تعرف من أنت ..

النصف !!!
هو أن لا تعرف من أنت ..
ومن تحب ليس نصفك الآخر , هو أنت في مكان آخر في الوقت نفسه ..

نصف شربة لن تروي ظمأك ، ونصف وجبة لن تشبع جوعك ،
نصف طريق لن يوصلك إلى أي مكان ، ونصف فكرة لن تعطي لك نتيجة ..
النصف هو لحظة عجزك وأنت لست بعاجز ..
لأنك لست نصف إنسان !!
أنت إنسان ..
وجدت كي تعيش الحياة .. وليس كي تعيش نصف حياة

جبران خليل جبران

Hat-tip to Bassem Sabry!

On Non-Apologies

Nervous, oh so very nervous
Agitated and unrehearsed
I made considerable effort
To remain intelligible and coherent

You have my undivided attention
Well, any attention I have control over
I’m not devious, nor calculating
Yet here I am insanely over-analysing

I, as always, had set out to impress you
Made every effort, pulled all the stops
Yet you remain unmoved, unimpressed
My childish antics have made no dents

You smile, you tease, you disagree
Becoming self conscious, a tad angry at me
Take a number and join the club
I’ve never been more disappointed internally

Flawed is my existence, I agree, no contest
Endearingly, you tell me you love me
I hear your words yet fail to register
My twisted mind refusing to believe

If in my own head I have failed
Does it matter if in your eyes I succeed?
I covet a different sentiment
Perhaps some day you’ll be “proud of me”

You love me. No. You love the potential
That only you and I seem to see
It is ok. I’m in love with the idea of you too
A perfect unique immortal divine existence

Please don’t disagree. I don’t take it well.
Disappointment.. critique.. even praise.
Above all else, desecration of idols.
I won’t have it… I can’t handle it.. Please?

Wondering if we’ve reached that part of the story.
Where you give up.. or I inadvertently mess up
Historically, at the end, I’ve always been sorry

So consider this my public non-apology
Consider this.. a promise from me to me
To possibly earn that which I so aggressively seek.

Perhaps then.. I’ll believe it when I hear it.

August 2009

Bloody Note

ورقة في بحر الدماء

في كل مرة أراها أو أتحدث عليها
تقتلني
في كل مرة يُنطق إسمها أو يضيء شاشة هاتفي
تقتلني
أراها، ولا أكاد أفارقها حتى أشتهي رؤياها
شوقي يقتلني
…………………
تنظر إلي اليوم
تحبني
لا أشك في ذلك
أشعر بقوتي ، بقدرتي على تغيير العالم، لأنها تؤمن بي
إيمانها يقتلني
………………..
تنظر إلي اليوم
لا أدري إن كانت تحبني
قد أعيتها الحياة
لم أنجح في تغييرالعالم
لم أستطع حمايتها
إخفاقي يقتلني

تنظر إلي
نظرة عتاب
نظرة إحباط
لا أتردد لحظة وأنا أقتلني

It has been brought to my attention that I seem to have a thing for suicide scenes. Perhaps.

The Juggler

Craving attention I took center stage
The crowd hushed as the lights dimmed
Confident I step into the spotlight
Juggling one ball, soon they were four
I juggled them with ease, asked for more

My tricks grew more and more elaborate
My arms grew weary as I juggled faster
Sending the objects into the air
With utmost ease, not breaking a sweat

The crowd cheered as my load grew
Their cheers stroking that inflated ego
Egging me to be daring, to do more

I pulled a stunt I had not rehearsed
I fumbled, they gasped…
As I pulled an amazing save

Here I stand with the balls all in the air
Nothing holding them there save God’s grace
Any minute they’ll all come crashing down
Will I be able to save one? or all?

Lost – One TV ;)

Hmmm, might have plagerized it, not sure. All I know is I can hear this going through my head to the music of one of “One TV”‘s spots. If its a song, I apologize in advance. I can hear it so vividly. Possible that I’ve written entirely new words to the melody 🙂

Lost
Without compass nor map
Weathering wind and the seas
No beginning and no end
To this journey nor for me

Rise
From the ashes and live
Son of Adam and of Eve
Leave that body in the ground
Keep only laughter and the tears

Try
To find a where and a why
With a hunger and a greed
You’ll make errors as you go
Learn through trial and repeat

Lost
Without compass nor map
Weathering wind and the seas
No beginning and no end
To this journey nor for me

Waves

Riding the wave
Going with the flow
Been doing that my whole life
Don’t wanna do it no more

Stuck in this loop
For as long as I remember
Drained… going around in cycles
With time I’m developing a temper

I know you, but do you know me?
You think you do, but this all ain’t real.
It’s the same script over and over
When curtain falls, this game will be over

We meet, we become close,
we tragically lose touch.
Pardon, did I say tragic?
At times it ain’t much.

Do I bore that easy?
Oh wait, it isn’t always me.
Typical to assume blame though
First person I blame is me.

In and out of each other’s lives
Quick glimpses, scenes, flashes sights and smells.
When the dust has settled
Chances are we’ll all be dead.

I’m left with the memories and the open sea
Washed out to shore, who me?
Nah you’ve got the wrong surfer.
That broken soul ain’t me.

Get back on the board, catch the wave, go with the flow.

Sindbad

Ahem, I actually can’t remember if I had posted this before 😦

In an unprecedented crusade to clear surfaces for my study material I came across this. Hope you guys like it.

Sindbad

Though Sindbad may have travelled the 7 seas.
He could never hold a torch to me.

My travels are more complex, more unique.
More profound and precious is the prize I seek.

For eternity I shall travel that uncharted course.
As I loose myself, mesmerized by those eyes of yours.

I journied as I delved deeper into your soul.
In an endless quest to answer that call.

Time passed, I lost track of how long.
By the time I snapped back… you were gone.

Song of the day: INXS – Afterglow

Back to School Blues

Inspired by all my favourite university students. 

I open my eyes
I’m not dead yet
Disappointed
Yet what the heck
I slink out of bed
Live the day
Like any other day

Meet people
That I don’t see
Ghastly
Don’t listen to what I hear
Couldn’t care less
Live the day
Like any other day

All the same
That cursed routine
Damned
To an eternity
Like this
Live the day
Like any other day

Worth it?
Hardly.
No where to go
Taken for granted
Sick of it all
Live this day
Like any other day

Heading to oblivion
No matter what
Doomed
To the same job
Same life as them
Perhaps I’ll die this day
Unlike any other day

Divo Confessions

Forgive me father for I have sinned
It’s been years since my last confession
Pray, be non-judgmental and resigned
Hearing the tale of my obsession

I wasn’t always such a heinous character
I was once a self-righteous young squire
An eternity of impediments, my morals did falter
All good is gone, all what is left is desire

Bare with me, padre, as I sketch her for you
Strands of golden hair woven from the sun rays
Eyes, alluring deep pools of crystal-clear blue
A slender figure that’ll haunt me to the end of days

I lusted for her, father, in every waking moment
Plotting and scheming how I’d win her over
Poetry, flowers, candy and gifts; to her I sent
Became her best friend, confidant, her lover

A sin like her, padre, I’d never had before
She became my fixation, my reason, my universe
I was an insatiable monster, always wanting more
Destroying her life, never caring, never amends

Took advantage of a girl innocent and naive
Caught up in my fervent of wild passion
A slave to my obsession, if that you can believe
Crazed, demonic, loosing control of my actions

She grew tired and scared, padre, how she begged
Wouldn’t release her, until one night she was gone
Possessed, starved, exhausted and sleep deprived
I hunted her everywhere, from the crack of dawn

I roamed the streets calling her name, unanswered
Stella.. stellaaaaaaa… stellaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
My own voice echoing in the emptiness around
Returning to reverberate in the hollowness within

She was gone forever, a victim of my rage
Escaped my human hell to your holy Eden
To start a new life, turn a fresh page
Leaving me a changed man, I was finally beaten

Father, I can almost see your look of disdain
But both my story and I are nearing our end
I’ve been bleeding all along from my severed vein
Purification is what I seek my holy friend.

So forgive me father for I have sinned

Written sometime in Mid-2006 during a dark spell.

My Addiction

Puffy eyed and broken boned
I cursed the sun of the new dawn
Forcing awareness; adieu sweet sleep
Cold shower awakened the beast
Growing iron balls in my stomach pit
Skull breaking headache.. incurable itch
Egging me to cave.. to go for that fix
It sneaked up on me.. 1 dose..3 …6
Invented excuses to take those shots
A need to relax.. to concentrate
I can always stop, I’m in control,
Completely intoxicated I loose it all
Poison seeped into my system
Irritated and tired.. a dangerous mix
Took it out on everybody yet the pain persists
Finally salvation.. the gong is struck
Sun has set…. but still no luck
Withdrawal symptoms get worse every day
Will I quit.. or will I just fade away

Juka

Mine is coffee… what’s yours??

Song of the day: Torn – Natalie Imbruglia

The Choice

Standing at the edge of the world
Outstretched arms reaching for the stars
Fixed gaze level with the horizon
Tired body covered in wounds and scars

It has been a long and heavy journey
To the top of this cliff where I stand
I’d hoped for things to turn out great
Now it was entirely out of my hand

I stood there knowing what I had to do
The dark pitless canyon awaited me below
Felt I needed a running start to jump
For my hesitency was beginning to show

Then it struck me, that its yet to be over
That I have a hand in the matter
I turned around and walked away
With a promise to redo this better

Think before you act
Said my inner voice
To live another day
That is my choice

28/3/2006

Song: Hero – Chad Kruger

Royal Date

Dress, makeup & heels! This is so not me
I’m a nike-denim girl, totally carefree
But I am going for it.. just for you
I’d change a lot more than clothes if you asked me to
I cant imgaine that you are mine
In your perfectness..utterly divine
Will this date ever work? can it really be true?
Will you stick to your promises? will you follow through?
Will you ever love me as much as i do?
What a fool I am, you probably don’t have a clue
How much I wanted you since the first day i saw you
Could it be possible that you’ve wanted me too?
Oh dear Lord please give me strength!
For in every step my heart does wrench
I turn a corner and can finally see you
In shorts and sandals, awww, you’ve changed for me too!

13/9/2006
(Co-written with a charming princess).

Song of the day (a 2007 comeback element): Rob Thomas – Ever the same

Be Strong

Special dedication to a young lady.. she knows who she is.

Be strong child… they said;
in the face of any storm
Be brave child… they said;
when the lonely nights are cold

Advice from friends and strangers;
like the matter was all up to me
Put themselves in my shoes;
test how strong and brave they’ll be

There is only so much one can handle;
some shocks too great to comprehend
Must look for the force within;
must believe that time will mend

Holding on to my faith as I face this storm
Praying ever moment for nights less lonely less cold
Brave and Strong I ain’t! I’m just a child growing old.

7/8/2006

All the Words Written.. All the Lyrics Sung

It seems there is nothing left to say
No matter how hard I try to find a way
Like banging my head against a wall
Racking my brains for words to tell y’all

All the words written… all the lyrics sung

Its spring, teenage love is in the air
She loves him but he isn’t aware
Fearing failure she doesn’t give it a chance
Though you could see the sparks of romance.

All the words written… all the lyrics sung

They are older now, playing the waiting game
Second guessing each other is becoming an aim
She ain’t psychic; you of all should know
If you love her; you should tell her so.

All the words written… all the lyrics sung

Dreams abandoned or replaced by ones anew
Years have flown, rushing by both me and you
We wanted fame, fortune and success
Wanted it all, wouldn’t settle for less

All the words written… all the lyrics sung

But it’s not over, not by a mile
Not till “Love” runs out of style
When all the lost souls become merged in one
Will all the words be written and all the lyrics sung.

Growing Pains

Pencil markings on the room wall
Memories of a child’s growing tall
Child-proof locks and safety pins
A hundred different little things
Packed in boxes and stowed away
To be remembered some other day

Wall fills up with pictures we took
My library fills with a hundred books
New perceptions formed as I read
Disney’s Lion King became Hamlet
The pair of jeans I once lived in
Now spends weeks in the laundry bin
School bag replaced by a sleek leather file
My addidas with heels that I totally despise

Pencil markings on the room wall
Memories of a child’s growing tall
Child-proof locks and safety pins
A hundred different little things
Packed in boxes and stowed away
To be remembered some other day

My walkman a discman then an mp3
A digital world. Next? a robotic me!
My tennis racket gathered dust
A favourite chain turned into rust
Take That poster down, Maroon 5 up
Similar minor changes to all my stuff
Pinki swears archaic as we learned to lie
We’d learn much worse things before we die

Pencil markings on the room wall
Memories of a child’s growing tall
Child-proof locks and safety pins
A hundred different little things
Packed in boxes and stowed away
To be remembered some other day

Chaotic and hardly worth the read
Those lines I jot on a clean white sheet
To rant and lament days long gone
To moan of pains of growing old
Going through one such memory box
What do you know, the Beatles still rock
I fingered the keys of a piano I once played
A melody to the song of the growing pains.

Inji
11/9/2006

The Puppet

Tiny puppet crafted from wood
Hanging by my many strands
A puppeteer masterful and skilled
Controls my moves with his hands

The curtains slowly opened
Revealing a very colourful set
I moved to his every wish
As the play lines were read

As the story slowly unraveled
I started to believe it was true
That I was the star of the story
Its creator, its director, its hero

I lived the fantasy that I created
Taking actions, becoming stronger
Experiencing the character’s life
Just a puppet I was no longer

Then suddenly with no warning
The strings were cut and I began to fall
Into the unknown darkness below
Weak, defenseless and not in control

With a thud I landed on the floor
The applause set the stands on fire
As the curtain hit the stage
I lay there….broken…

17/4/06

 

Photo courtesy of Sou (www.sou-varne.com)

Bones Like Iron Blood Like Mercury

To the same theme.. a poem I wrote a while back.

I want bones like iron….. blood like mercury
Such that you no longer have an effect on me

Aspiring to be superman for just this time
How I crave immunity from your eyes and your lies

How I long to be free from those insomnic nights
To move on, break out, take a risk and dive

I want bones like iron….. blood like mercury
Such that you no longer have an effect on me

Unbreakable, that’s what I want to be
Too late for that, now that you’ve broken me

Time after time, you come and make amends
I yearned to believe you, to forgive, to accept

I want bones like iron….. blood like mercury
Such that you no longer have an effect on me

Oh that damned little heart of mine
I’ll never understand why you still reside inside

14/3/06

Inspired by Hola and a Dispatch song.