If in the Same Spirit
We may live in the same continent
But be ever discordant
We may live in the same homeland
But be deeply divergent
We may live in the same town
But be daggers drawn Read more »
Category » Inspirational Poetry 1
The New Century’s Eve
The clocks are ticking away
The last seconds of the twentieth century
The tick tocks echo in dismay
The pounding of bombshells over Grozny
The Grand fireworks embellishing
European and American skies
Hush the sobs and wailing
Of the mothers of Palestine
Farhat Ahmed Ali
Mother
The rain falling on a parched, scarred land
Takes me back to your refreshing existence.
The cooling oasis in the midst of the desert
Reminds me of your quenching presence. Read more »
The Deserted University Building
The former university building
Has been coldly deserted.
Its walls and corridors, hushed and muted,
Are silently moaning and sobbing.
The doors and windows mourn
The hustle and bustle now gone.
They dimly echo the cries and laughters,
The words of love and passion
Of students in lonely corners. Read more »
A Dead Man Doesn’t care
A dead man doesn’t care
Whether his mouth is filled
With dust or diamonds.
A dead man doesn’t care
Whether he is adorned with flowers
Or fouled with fetid smells. Read more »
Pillars
The pregnant ancient pillars
Stand erect and defying
Their steady time-disdaining gaze
Fills the air with awe and silence:
They knew father, a man and a child,
They saw Grandfather decades ago,
They witnessed great-grandfather’s
Birth and still echo the prayers
Recited at his funeral. Read more »
The Death of a Tycoon
For fifty long, long years
He strained and slaved;
Drudged and struggled;
Slogged and sweated;
Toiled and laboured;
Strived and …. Died.
He purchased cars he was too busy to drive
He ordered planes he scarcely flew
He bought houses he did not have time to live in
He acquired ranches too remote to visit
He paid for furniture he hardly ever saw
He procured antiquities for mere show. Read more »
Words and I
Words trickle
And build a nest
Little by little
In the fore of my chest.
Words patter
On the roof of my mind
And pen a letter
To night and sunshine.
Words pour
And awaken my heart.
They shout and roar Read more »
Transcendence
The silence of memory
Is sweeping the swelling waves of time
I am a humble, downcast slave
Caught in encompassing incomprehension:
People come and go
Like tumbleweeds along the road.
Uproot your fear and come along
For nothing will remain, nothing will avail. Read more »
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