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Apr 15, 2010

He Sang

So, he had to sing;

All alone he sat

Wondering if he could

Sing what he had.

No words could take

His flaring breath;

They came as if

They longed for death.


At the end of all words

He smiled in pain;

Yet all words he sang

Knew only joy.

When I asked him why

Why he sang;

He gave a pause

And again he sang.


When I asked him why

Why he never rhymed;

He gave a pause

And again he sang.

When I asked him why

Why he sang alone;

He gave no pause

And he sang.


The long lines

He whispered with joy;

The short ones said

He hated the weight.

He raised his pitch

And came down in low;

Even a sea

Would see no waves

Like he showed.


I asked him why

Why he sang;

He just sang.

Several breaths I took

Fearing his song;

My heart grew loud

And night seemed long.


I heard his song

Wondering all the while;

Why he sang

And never rhymed.

It gave me joy

And a frequent pain;

Every time he stopped

And started again.


Now the morning arrived

And the darkness dried;

No birds chirped;

He continued his song.

Long and long he went

Beyond what the rays

Of the sun could go.


Into my heart

His voice began to burn

And darkness cleared;

To the full the light gained.

His song never stopped

Nor the refusal to rhyme;

I asked him why

Why he sang.


He smiled and continued;

Into my nerves;

He got it all.

Only if I knew

Why he sang.

For all I thought

Why he sang,

Could give me a peace

And ease.


But this time now

I heard his song;

And realized then

The mistake I made.

I heard his song

But never what he said.

Yes,

I heard his song

But never what he said.


A song needs no rhyming

Not even a head;

A heart it needs;

Another to listen to it.

All who hear

Never get it.


It was a song

Not a nursery rhyme

Where only the last words

Seem to rhyme.

Now that I was listening

It was sweet;

It was life

Talking to me;

And asking me to live it.


Searching for poems

In songs of heart

Was a mistake

I always made.

Looking for rhyming

In last words

Time I wasted.


He was singing to me

My own life;

For me he sang

And I kept asking

Why he sang.

He sang for my joy;

He sang against my pain;

He sang in the darkness;

And also in the rays.


Singing he also smiled.

At him I never looked;

I only wanted to know

Why he sang.

He paused to see

If I would realize

I was his audience

And his only friend

My life he is.


Singing to me

A song of love.

Singing to me

All tears he rolled;

And the pitch he raised;

The whispers he rang;

Were for me

For me to listen.


And to live

Not to complain

And waste calling it a pain.

He sang for me;

For me he sang;

Always he will.

The favor I return

I live,

And he will.

Sep 17, 2008

... At All

Imagine a day without having to think,
A day with no reason at all.
Imagine a day without a desire,
A day with no dream at all.
Imagine a day with no carving for love,
A day with no tear at all.

Imagine a day without a need to talk to a friend,
A day with no smile at all.
Imagine a heart without a need to beat,
A heart with no crack at all.
Imagine lips with no desire to kiss,
A flower with no color at all.

Imagine a hand that never longs for a touch,
Arms that never long to hug.
Where there is no desire to sing,
Or no desire to whisper.
If we have to live with no sorrow,
And never have to feel pain in our souls.
Will that be a life worth living?
A life with no life at all?

Sep 4, 2007

A Ball Of Hard Rock Suspended In The Space

A ball of hard rock suspended in the space,
Holding no life neither giving any away,
Rolls every thirty days,
I don't understand why,
"As beautiful as the moon" they say,
It has no soul except for the poets,
Who praise it for nothing else they can get,
That moon with ugly mountains and valleys,
It's such a pity nobody sees the tragedy,
A ball of hard rock is what the moon is,
It is cold, has no heart and is ugly from close,
Worthless is what the moon is.

Let The Dark Sky Be Decorated

Let the dark sky be decorated,
With the moon so beautiful and shy,
Make the breeze cool the sky,
And ask the seas to rejoice.

It's in the sky,
Often a part of all dreams,
It's in the songs of those,
Who have seen love in all means.

So many poets, so many poems,
They all can't be wrong,
About the awesome moon,
That holds hearts so strong.

Sep 3, 2007

The Auction

There was an auction,
Of a type that was never heard.
The occasion was kept secret,
So that nobody could attend.
A heart was put on sale,
Truly it was an artifact to be sold.
The seller gave the sign,
Waiting for the first bid to arrive.
He heard no word, no voice,
Not even a whisper in disguise.
He hoped sharpening his ears,
Making himself alert as he waited.
He breathed,
"Priceless, priceless, priceless".
And carefully said,
"Sold".
He picked up the heart with a sigh,
Left the place without a quibble.
An angel appeared in his dream that night,
And explained "worthless".

May 19, 2007

No Words to Sing

I tried to search for words

To find a peace from within

I tried, I tried

Through the empty space

I found no light to believe in


 

In my heart I searched

I heard my soul blank

I tried, I tried

Lonely I was

With no songs in my mind


 

Not knowing what to do

I tried to think

I tried, I tried

I still found nothing

Nothing but this poem to sing

May 1, 2007

A Destiny to Celebrate

A truth in tears
A mirror of my own naivete
A shot in my heart
A drop of blood
A destiny to celebrate.

A pain to teach
A plan to excoriate
A game to loose
A conviction to stay
A destiny to celebrate.

A pinch in the throat
A dream to elevate
A pearl in the eye
A depth in the voice
A destiny to celebrate.

A love it takes
A wave of hate
A time of darkness
A wait of light
And a destiny to celebrate.

I'll

I'll be there when you smile
In your heart and on your lips
I'll be there when you cry
And be the loving kiss.

I'll walk you through all your sorrows
And be the moonlight
I'll wipe every tear
Even before it comes in your eye


I'll be your solitude in loneliness
To kiss your eyes with mine
I'll be your singing rhyme
And give you all my life.

I'll give you all my dreams
And make your dreams mine
I'll fight for you no matter how I live or die

For you will be my life.

I'll be your love and joy
And the seamless open sky
I'll be your light and shine
Even in the heavens we'll fly.

I'll be there to see you walk to heaven
I will beg to God that you fly high

I'll be there for you
My love will never die.

I'll pay in tears
So that you always smile
I'll stay with you
And never say goodbye.

My love's always on the line
I know its how I am going to stay

I long to feel your hand in mine
And that is all for I pray.

Mar 2, 2007

Yet Another Day

My breath ran faster again
I couldn’t understand where I was going
The light around stared dull
It was all heavy in my heart
I pretended I knew why I was in pain
There was yet no reason that I must cry
The tears couldn’t roll
They just ached inside my head
There was no rain pouring outside
Yet the grief was similar
I wondered how the next moments would be
The future felt all open but too narrow
Something was plugging my throat
May be it was my breath itself
I had to continue breathing
Some dreams stretched just scattered in my mind
There was little hope that they would stand again
There were still some dreams
And they were the culprits
My thoughts were all negative
Just brought more and more sting
I wished somebody should punish me
For all the sorrow I caused to myself
It was like … like a force shouting from inside
‘Somebody please pound my head hard against the wall’
But there was nobody to listen
I tried to imagine how it would feel to have my head milled
I couldn’t image the pain
I was already in so much pain
I was expected not to smile but to cry
Something made my lips tremble
And something even made my smile
I thought tears would ease it all
To weep was near impossible
Somewhere between the feeling of crying and not crying
I prayed that someone would hold my hand
And told me all that I wanted to hear
I closed my eyes and searched for a face
There were castles too far away
But I had to cry and I tried to cry
I tried as hard as I could till I felt some tears in the eyes
They were not enough
They just made things harder
I wished I could run away from myself
I wasn’t blessed even with that thing
I still kept myself there
With all of me still with me
The hours went by slowly
Until it was the end of that day
I live and die yet another day.

©2006 Zubair