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I heave my plastered pain

And go about on two crutches

A broken-winged old crane

Caught between two ditches. Read more »

A Spring streaming from the gutters of the earth
Unheard of, unseen, unsuspected
No man or beast has ever approached it,
Tasted it
Or even touched it
Only pebbles, stones, the sunlight and shade know it. Read more »

Whether grand or petty
sad or happy
the moments spent
the moments being spent
are all sucked into
time’s black hole

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The higher we move upwards
The more blatant
The insignificance of things:
Seen from a thousand miles
America looks like the genie in the bottle

From a million miles above
The earth itself 
Resembles
A pigeon’s egg on the surface of a frozen sea Read more »

I looked at the sky
And asked:” Who made you so high?”
It replied:” The one God, of course.”

I stood under a tree
And asked:” Who made you so green?”
It said:” The one God, of course.”

I gazed at the blue sea
And inquired: Who made you so vast?”
It replied:” The one God, of course.”
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From time immemorial
I have been walking towards you;
You have been walking towards me
Now our destinies converge
And here we meet,
Aliens or acquaintances?
I cannot tell
But I have the feeling

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An applause in the dark.
Who’s this?

Layers of silence
Shroud the light.

What is this for?
The comfort of obedience
Or the discomfort of disobedience?
The choice is yours.

Who are you?
I don’t know and shall never do: Read more »

Like a wailing violin in the stillness of dawn
Remorse is insidious, inescapable.
Though muffled by the hustle and bustle of living
It seeps through the pores of conscience
A lone soloist —remembrance—
Wells up through the jumble of my heart and mind—
Bitter and sweet:
Bitter because of the wrong I have done
Sweet because of the determination to right it.

Farhat Ahmed Ali

Whirlwind or repose?
Further down!
Further down!
The treasures of the unseen
Are exposed
Bare and clean
They beckon me to reap them
Lavish and luxurious Read more »

Harbinger, bringer of glad tidings!
Wrinkles that plough the fertile field of my face
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H O R I Z O N T A L Y
You dig and burrow in all directions
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