Human life is now a borderless
town to a pandemic spur but birds
remain free, their wings flap constant
liberty while I continue to breathe in
manmade OXYGEN …and yet I still want to wake up to Today
…longing to hear Tomorrow…
Feathers
Tag: #lovepoems
Been there…
Seen spaces
Befriended strangers
Watched drifters up and go
Joined parties, city lights all a-glow
Sampled delightful dining
Dipped my fingers in bread baskets
Trekked on heels
Got behind the wheels
Dug through maps
Entered camps worthy of nobody
I was sworn to secrecy
Trailed the touristic path
Searched beyond the horizon
Hungered by treasured temptations
Packed, stamped I was inbound
Gone cray-cray wild at concert grounds
Shopped malls, marts till daylight ended
Hopped on tramps, subs and buses
Walked the buffet line, at times no hits nor misses
Did the scenic routes
Pictured towers, monuments and statues
But nothing comes close
To something as equivocal
As this day
As I am being lifted
As I am greeted by a nebular hello
As I stand afloat
As I breathe in the mass of spread beneath me
As I take in all of it
I have been given this chance
I grab it and make a homerun!
Photo by Farzleen F. Khan Copyright 2017
Vantage Point
From up here I witness
An excitement so profound
The excitement of being in the now
Of embracing
The gifts of everyday ups and downs
The challenges, the stupor
The little fights that make us bigger people
The idiosyncrasies that help us become endearing beings
The little time we have to forgive and forget, let bygones be bygones
The armor that protects us from the belittling and unappreciative kind
The poignant moments of change, transforming us after personal battles are put to the test, given a rest
The benevolent ending to condescending and insinuating remarks
The helplessness seen in those who continue to create unlikely chapters of our lives in their minds
The myriad of uncontentedness in those out to rob us from achieving happiness and peace
The sensation we feel yet can’t explain when small matters are blown out of proportion through small talk resulting in complete assumptions
I still do not understand why they do it They do not get paid for it
It must be the motivation in their attempts
To get high on believing that
Stories about others can be conjured without checking
One thing I do know is after all
I am one with myself
What others see in me is only what they want to see and have made up to be as I really am what I am – I am the creator of my own destiny
Epic
When honest conversations are exchanged
Smiles and tears become an outpour
Of years of real experiences
Of pure challenges; obstacles of the heart
Of genuine generosity
Of what moves and feeds
Us with a wanderlust of moments so
Epic as this day in which we
Have come together, brought together
By an endearing concern, an upheaval of love and solitude to
Pick each other up when we are at our peak
Hold each other in thoughts and prayers when we are weak
This is a list we want to strike off
When our days are short
When the merriment years are numbered
When our lives are etched in a monstrous book of living and being
Warrior (not…)
Not completely out of the woods
The cry for help is as invisible as
The notion that loneliness is what I befriend
The world doesn’t look the same
My heavy limbs that ache and twitch
Numbs most of the pain
I get stuck on words frequently
And when the vessels had had time to compensate some
My head gets beaten by the stick of a drum
It acts like a scavenger killing the transmitters you have inherited
It is like a curse that cannot be lifted
Just as you make progress
It all comes back, weirder than it was on Thursday
It’s these troubling sensations I get
When I often
Say to those who love me ‘try feeling what I feel every day since that day’
Terrified I am of ending as a bed ridden corpse
It will then be euthanasia as an answer to all of my questions, perhaps the feeling will be more secure
I am a survivor (warrior, not)
Undergoing survival training all over again
With no survival kit in hand
Letting Go
I keep telling myself
Time and again
This life needs a
Constant and consistent battle
A form of fight against the odds
Amidst the relentless parasites of deformity
Avoiding risks of sorts at all cost
Removing harm and error
Escaping gruelling dungeons that play tricks with the mind
Ill thoughts must be diminished
Holding back tears and that lumpy feeling behind the throat is wise
Let the misfortunes go by
Never let anger derail
Hopeful intentions, justful reactions
Lost I am without you
But with you whispering
Mantras of
The kindred kind
All I see still
Is a lost in me
This fight will soon be
Too intense
Too profound
Too sickening
To be endured as
I lay down my cards
I push the wooden table,
Trying to make
Sense of all evil
Trying to stand upright
But no! Staying strong
Have all gone wrong
This is no longer my fight
I am done, I have found
What I feel is right – I let go!
Monday
I used to hate you
I dreaded the sunrise
When the Sunday moon
Retires, I realize
All day everyday
Isn’t always great
Isn’t what I am cut out for
Snoozing was all I had
To erase the fine lines on my face
To make me forget
In another hour hitting the road
Gets me turmoiled in anger
I had once missed you
But it did not last forever
Digging through grubs and shrubs
A mothly being with wings catches my attention
Beaded in sweat, I am out and about
In the sun, storming the rain
Planting seeds of passion
Plating meals of contentment
Making me a strong believer
That watching the days go by
Wasn’t a favourite past time
But a hobby worth every consider
Now I begin to love you
As night turns to morn
I am gratified
That today will be
The rest of my life
In whichever way
I choose to, owing to
The latent craving
For a continued germ of a rebirth
Kindled by a transmigrating of
Souls and the inevitable
Connection for the actions
Recorded is all from
Birth to death
Air
An ocean with reefs,
Crown of thorns and barnacles
From swimming narwhals
To the slender, seldom-seen oarfish
Colonies of microorganisms
Submerged deep
Awaken they are
Like the planktons
Giving bed to
A planetarium of
Creatures awaiting
The diving-friendly
As beauty beyond
The blue yonder
Becomes witness
To a gamma of nature
Somehow, somewhere
Someone loses sight
Of its usefulness
Its diversity
Its loyalty to mankind
Why an oxygen tank
When the need to
Come up for air
Is suddenly felt more and more
Vision is lost
Chest is heavy
Lungs filled with liquid salt
Entire body freezes
In a frenzied gasp
Contorted in time
Regret we are of
What has become
Of what’s now left –
That no longer can
Be Undone
The original home to
Earth’s animal life
Surrenders
Kid no more
Instantly, head falls hard
Hand pounding
On concrete ground
No cuts no bruises
Only feeling dispositioned
Dumbfoundedly numb
Attempting hard not to frown
She was never good at begging
Not a fan of screaming
Avoiding a spectacle is all too common
‘Hush’ is all she had
Observed by many is
An obedient servant
Making null
A performance that is staged
To silence
The sudden outburst
The lashing, the outrage
The rampage of
An uncontented character,
A beast in the making
Scotoma
Flashing lights
Zig zag patterns
Distorted vision
Sparkles or stars
Colored spots
Swirled or contoured
Curved or C-shaped
Experience once
Extremely terrifying
Just the thought
Of having another one – distressing
300 types
All categorised
Linked and lined up
To a source,
The best care
They say
You need to take control
You are your best healer
You need to talk to your body
You need to manage when dreary
Fascinating enough
Help is not always
All fun and fancy
Talk is always easy
Lets do the math
Photo Copyright 2017 Farzleen F. Khan
On the Roof
I woke up
With stars and
Pitch black
As ceilings
Guiding my
Every move
Blanketed by
The midnight breeze
I befriend
The silence
That holds me
Captive
As the only
Subject
Of interest
Of cravings
Of an inward path
A sudden precept
When the mind regulates
A Desire in check
It’s from up here
I devise the disciples
Of simply living
Heartstrings
Always an excuse
To watch a chick flick
That ends in perfect fairyland
Where two hearts become one
Walking down the aisle
In gallant strides
Garlands ribboned
Candle lights flicker
A finger taps on a single harp
And a gentle tune plays
Always had a soft spot
For when vows are exchanged
Tears stream warming
The faces of those
Who bear witness,
Who identify the hearts belong
To each other
Always looking forward
As the first dance
Makes its way into
The hall, dimly lit
Eyes fixated, receptive to
The wondrous of new beginnings
A series of believable moments
A cornerstone where dreams collide
A reassurance that life is meant for two
A scintillating shutterbug of memories
A tugging at the heartstrings
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