Give & Take

I’m here for you, my love, whose heart and mind are so good,

You are never absent from my verse,

Like the ones who never understood;

Like those who think they own this earth,

Like those who think they’re better than the crowd,

Who rant on their own pride and worth.

I’d fight for you, my dear, who doesn’t speak aloud,

to give  you hope and maybe courage too,

to help you out from behind that shroud;

Because you gave my heart the strength to stay true;

When I was so frightened, hiding from the light,

Though both our stories merit getting through.

This Afternoon (Hajj 2012)

A personal impression of arriving at Al-Haram in Makkah this afternoon, nearing the end of Hajj 2012.

See What is happening, on this hot desert day,

There are a million voices murmuring around- what do they say?

They are excited & overwhelmed, chattering of what to see & do,

But they speak a foreign tongue - what do they ask of me and you?

The heat and dust don't bother them, for it's a time of spiritual bloom,

Even through the polluted air and lack of walking room.

They faithfully continue on, mindful of their duty and doing,

And reward they hope soon, will come with God's blessing.

They are to be as if born again, hence such devotees,

The journey for certain has been a tiresome one, but a dream they've come to see.

And millions of voices chorus in tune,

As they made their way this afternoon.

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.

One

One with scars, knows one with scars

One with pain, feels one with pain

It made no sense, 

Going after the fickle and vain.

One who aspires, knows one who aspires

One who is sacrificial, sees the sacrificial

It was of no benefit,

Being with the selfish and superficial.

One with strength, knows one with strength

One who cares, needs one who cares

It isn't for a loving heart,

To be faced with tears and nightmares.

No Angel

I may not be an angel
Perfect beings are so few
And even though i'm not
I still belong to you.

I'm not looking for an angel
To spill my heart & soul to
And even though you're not
I still confide in you.

For every little fault you might have
You'll see I've got three or four
The tiny little flaws you may have
Just make me love you more.

I may not be an angel
And neither may you
But every day that's passing
Loving each other is all we do.