"Not one is filled with madness

like to mine

In all the taverns! my soiled robe lies here,

There my neglected book, both pledged for wine.

With dust my heart is thick, that should be clear,

A glass to mirror forth the Great King’s face;

One ray of light from out Thy dwelling-place

To pierce my night, oh God! and draw me near"

--Hafiz of Shiraz

(Translation by Gertrude Bell)

My pen slowly starts to twirl

As the waltz of my thoughts erupts,

And I gaze at the series of emotions

Which burst forth from the inky tip.

The paper breathes finally

As the colour spreads on it,

And the sealed up song

Drifts through my pen in a haze.

The lines loop enchanted

As the spell cast by my thoughts

Engulf their being

And they dance and whirl around

Under my serene guidance.

But soon the hand halts

And the pen rolls out of my grasp

As I come out of a reverie.

The emotions transformed into words

Are still there,

And I lay them aside

For others to read.

Words

Scattered

Scrambled

Lying around

Alone or coherent

Evoke various emotions

Instil numerous thoughts

Without feeling, I feel

Without seeing, I see

Their power

Overpowers,

Overwhelms me

Pulling me away -

Away from the shackles

Of uncontrollable

Controlling

Reality

Confined, I am

And liberating, they seem

Inhibited, I am

And unleashed

They let me be

For they are

My marijuana

My hashish

My ecstasy

I crave

I yearn

Addicted

And in need

Something that I don’t know

Something that is contagious

Something that is difficult

Difficult to know

Difficult to have

Difficult to see

Something making belief

Something that we need,

Need to survive

Something that makes you go -

Optimistic

Something important

Important to be free…

The difficulty of hiding

a treasure was revealed

last night, when a thief

tried to steal from the

riches I keep inside

my chest, awaking my

eyes from the dreams

of merry-making in the

synthesis of love.

My chase yielded in

the gateways of a soul,

I stole all my wealth from.

Now, I’ll let the love

gleam through my eyes.

No one to hide it from.

We both are the culprits.

The scattered things

over the place

And I am looking at them

just thinking

As my soul is scattered

As my self is scattered

Broken away

With no harm

Into pieces.

I have no value

Anyone can come

with their own wish

Take a piece of mine

and throw it away

on the floor

and make some more pieces -

Now who will collect these?

I am waiting -

For someone

To collect me,

Take me away

and just say, "I am with you..."

Drenched,

Yet yearning to quench the thirst

Tooled,

Yet aching to unscrew the thorn

Free,

Yet hungering to breath in the breeze

Alive,

Yet longing to live a life...

A tear rolled down her wrinkled cheek,

The light in her eyes instantly died,

Her trembling lips couldn’t utter a word,

Her withering soul just tore apart,

Dropping down on her knees,

She covered her face with her hands,

Her trembling shoulders,

Old and slouched

Yet strong enough,

To carry the burden of the world.

So you want to know what it’s like to be me?

My living, my dressing, you want to see?

With all my grief and all my glee?

In my life you really want to be?

Fine then, I’ll tell you,

My life’s like the sea so blue,

What I did and what I’ll do,

I’ll tell, and it’s all very true.

I’m just another person, just another kid,

Stuck in youth and childhood’s mid.

Doing all what my elders bid.

Busy with my life, from the world hid.

Alive I am, soon I’ll die.

Along with the spirits I’ll also fly.

To this world I’ll say goodbye,

But remain hidden, no matter how hard I try.

My children will remember, and the children of theirs.

That’ll be it; the rest won’t dare

to think of me, they won’t even care.

As now forever I will disappear...