July

There you are and here I am
With the end of another July closing in
Where it all began, this car
on a sun-flooded afternoon
time tells blessed efforts
and racing away laughing.


And we don't say anything
Because the world doesn't need to know.


And because words
Simple accessories to emotion
Just aren't necessary
Sometimes mistook yet obvious.



We share the sky
From similar vantage points
Live lives that ruffles other's feathers
But share one thought
As hours melt
Confidence into submission.


We know that knowing is more than enough.

Why?

Morning sleep and nights disturbed,
Cities a humming buzz, really perturbed,
A peaceful and tranquil month is just an illusion,
They make it all hectic, scuffle and confusion.

With honest intent and patient surrender
Not feeling anger, but why,  I wonder
Why not be kind, why not stop and ponder
Why don't they see what the month has to offer.

Maybe they have their own reason,
For turning it into a bustling "holiday" season,
For not seeing the big picture fully,
Why at all be so fickle and folly?

 

Ramadan

We cannot measure

Its height or breadth -

We cannot measure

Its mass or depth.

It can only be seized,

By patience and sacrifice

And when captured -

It’s a mercy immense

For our lives.

That’s the month

We journey right now.