Let my thoughts wander off the edge of this world where infinity begins
and endless notions of nihility take place,
where the silent conversations keep going and time becomes irrelevant,
where life loses its meaning and fills itself with void.
I see cosmic bodies mingling and intertwining in their disgusting superfluous shapes judging me as if I was an ounce of worthless something.
How long does a second last here?
Oh, I forgot the time was irrelevant here.
Then where does the blackness end here?
Oh, what does it matter?
My worldly love is of no value here.
My thoughts that scream out their existence are never heard here.
I look to the moon and I look to the stars.
In my panic I look everywhere trying to find the heavenly bodies.
But you see I'm kidding myself. I know better because I know I will not see anything other than the darkness here.
So all of a sudden I'm teary but I pretend that my eyes caught the dust of something extraterrestrial passing by and that I can withstand this.
Isn't it silly to feel that you're sinking while all you could ever do in this frivolous vacuum was to float?
11th January 2014
Scattered Fragments
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Love Letter
It’s
raining.
It has been
for a while.
The droplets
trickle making a sound of a clock ticking.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
But maybe it’s
not a clock. Maybe it’s a time bomb.
Who cares!
I cannot
remember the last time I sat down
on one of the
chairs in Hyde park with that kid.
It must have
been eons ago because
I don’t
remember his name.
I played
tricks with his mind and weaved a web of lies
between us
until the threads could not hold us together.
Now I don’t
know who fooled who.
All I know
is that I lied to us both.
Ha, the
irony!
Oh I just happened
to remember that monologue
while walking
past the park and watching an Asian
couple sitting
on the ground frantically searching for something.
Maybe it’s
her ring they lost in the grass and maybe it’s not.
But what the
fuck do I care.
I wore mine
only for five weeks then threw it safely into a box
and locked
it away.
It was a
child’s play for me that made me laugh.
I still laugh
sometimes.
While walking
I realize,
I am wearing
those black boots today that have a zip by the side of
their laces
so I never have to tie them.
That’s
called convenience motherfuckers.
I am also
wearing a chain around my neck.
Its pendent
says “God” in Arabic.
Maybe he’s
with me. Maybe he’s not.
That’s one
thing I care about but often neglect to see it.
I am grateful.
Truly I am
because I
fell asleep for a few minutes in the afternoon today.
I told my
mum that I loved her after I woke up and ate lots of carbs.
I am truly
enjoying the people in my life these days.
They are
different to the ones I had couple of years back.
Would I have
a different set of people next year in my life?
Oh I don’t
know. All I know is that figs are a blessing from heavens.
I am eating
them with a loaf of bread and wondering
“What if I crashed
an Oldsmobile 442 into a Tree?”
But unlike
Jackson Pollock, my paintings are not complete.
They
certainly don’t cost millions.
So then what’a
fucking point of dying early?
One would
say “ Isn't sleep enough?”
But then I
almost never sleep so what the fuck would I know?
All I know
is that I am not in agreement with death these days.
It’s a good
sign. It just means I am happy.
Oh by the
way, I've just written you all a love letter.
I hope you
read it.
Truly.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
All encompassing
I feel forced
to obey you.
And I think
to myself
“Aren’t
disappointments in life enough?”
She thinks. She
stutters. She whispers.
She carried an
ounce of him for a few weeks
in her womb
and she could not even bring herself
to tell him.
She was left
to figure it out all on her own.
You’re
callous. You’re kind. You’re all encompassing.
Who am I to
question your paradigms
when my own
deeds define my own past.
I cannot be
left alone
and yet I
cannot walk among the righteous.
They’ve
drawn the line. They all stand on one end.
On the
other, it is I.
To what end
shall I consider my fate stand crumbling?
She deceived
herself. She felt loved.
Then she
stumbled across the only truth worth knowing.
I’ve felt
it. I’ve touched it. I’ve tasted it.
Yet I’m
confused.
Would you
just let me go on and let it be
the way it
all is?
Or would it
all end one day
and I’ll
start another life to see yet another era?
Could you
just… would you just…
Hold me alone.
Hold me close. Hold me still.
I’ve been
too happy and I’m afraid,
I may run
into a wall.
15th January 2013
Sunday, September 23, 2012
The Woman in Red
The bridges
are broken like a shattered glass
and we will
never cross each other’s lives again.
I have
carried my tears where once I carried my heart
and I wonder
who’ll love you now. Who’ll fall for you.
Who’ll call
your name in the mornings and in the nights.
Who’ll find
you troubled and lost
and hold you
close with no malice in heart.
Our
afternoon gatherings upon the cups of tea
would be
reminded once in a while
and at the
end of my lines
I will try
to echo only the last pretty songs.
I will try
to remember the lifelong verses
we exchanged
for a short time.
I will try
to remember the tiny little part of you
that was
once mine
that I
carried inside my womb
while lying
down in my gory colours waiting for my end.
The fools
will laugh and your friends will smile as they do now
when your
selfish deeds will come to define your past
and in the
years to come, when all the bitterness
that both of
us hold so close, has gone
nothing will
be left to be said.
We would
have walked so far away
that looking
back at the forgotten past will blind us
and memories
will not be summoned
that were
buried underneath a long time ago.
For now let
us hide beneath our pretence and so,
perhaps one
day we will both find shelter
in what we
cannot fathom right now.
29/08/2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
To walk away quietly...
She had brown hair and a jaded look.
She had scarred tissues inside her skin that you couldn't see.
She was a stranger to you even when you held her lying in her bed.
I kept spinning and spinning until my thoughts switched sporadically to our fucking happiness.
"Ours" was the monosyllable that now makes my stomach churn with disgust.
So politely you patted my back and said "I want you to be OK" and quickly shifted your attention to the idiocy of your previous affairs.
I didn't understand you because I refused to accept myself the way I was.
I had fucked around in my unstained sheets until you came around.
It was then I thought I could fix my problems by turning to you and hope for the best.
In awe you used to smile and say "Where did you come from?" when I had fallen in romance with the Autumn.
But the bitch in me couldn't stand your unsheathed affection and planted a small ruthless idea in your head.
It was that unforgivable night when I rolled over in my lies and said I loved you.
There was nothing else to say or do except for one last thing; give you the excuse to bail out.
And oh I did! Like a fucking commoner you jumped at it.
You kissed the top of my forehead for the last time bidding me goodbye in silence.
You knew I would smile for you.
You knew I'd stay quiet for you.
You knew that I had lost the friend I had in you.
So foolishly you kept your indifference thinking it will go unnoticed.
Oh you must have thought "How terrible of me!"
But baby with what face would I ever tell you that whatever we endured; good or bad was my own doing.
I deceived myself to believe I could trust the lover in you that didn't exist to begin with.
I hated myself so much so that I could inject you with confusion and panic and in return all you could offer me was my own self-infliction.
I vomited out your pathetic soliloquies when you couldn't smell the stench of my fear.
Then I laughed at us and what was to become of us.
Pray I ask, did you not hear her fall while you turned away?
You must have felt a pulse? Perhaps a heartbeat?
And now she carries an ounce of you in her womb and doesn't know what to say to you.
So now I am doing what I know to be the only truth; blindfold myself to ignore your existence that's nothing but a sham.
Yes it's an art to walk away quietly and I haven't even given you the pleasure of seeing that yet.
5th May 2012 - 16th June 2012
She had scarred tissues inside her skin that you couldn't see.
She was a stranger to you even when you held her lying in her bed.
I kept spinning and spinning until my thoughts switched sporadically to our fucking happiness.
"Ours" was the monosyllable that now makes my stomach churn with disgust.
So politely you patted my back and said "I want you to be OK" and quickly shifted your attention to the idiocy of your previous affairs.
I didn't understand you because I refused to accept myself the way I was.
I had fucked around in my unstained sheets until you came around.
It was then I thought I could fix my problems by turning to you and hope for the best.
In awe you used to smile and say "Where did you come from?" when I had fallen in romance with the Autumn.
But the bitch in me couldn't stand your unsheathed affection and planted a small ruthless idea in your head.
It was that unforgivable night when I rolled over in my lies and said I loved you.
There was nothing else to say or do except for one last thing; give you the excuse to bail out.
And oh I did! Like a fucking commoner you jumped at it.
You kissed the top of my forehead for the last time bidding me goodbye in silence.
You knew I would smile for you.
You knew I'd stay quiet for you.
You knew that I had lost the friend I had in you.
So foolishly you kept your indifference thinking it will go unnoticed.
Oh you must have thought "How terrible of me!"
But baby with what face would I ever tell you that whatever we endured; good or bad was my own doing.
I deceived myself to believe I could trust the lover in you that didn't exist to begin with.
I hated myself so much so that I could inject you with confusion and panic and in return all you could offer me was my own self-infliction.
I vomited out your pathetic soliloquies when you couldn't smell the stench of my fear.
Then I laughed at us and what was to become of us.
Pray I ask, did you not hear her fall while you turned away?
You must have felt a pulse? Perhaps a heartbeat?
And now she carries an ounce of you in her womb and doesn't know what to say to you.
So now I am doing what I know to be the only truth; blindfold myself to ignore your existence that's nothing but a sham.
Yes it's an art to walk away quietly and I haven't even given you the pleasure of seeing that yet.
5th May 2012 - 16th June 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Orange fall
So I stumbled again
I bought an orange dress to match my lipstick
and a few ounces of your time.
I set myself up for another fall
with a bottle of rose.
I kept it all to myself
so you could not see the expression
of my sleepless nights.
You were just another stranger
who were to step in to pave my broken streets.
Instead you jumped into the muddled waters
of my existence.
I could not watch your indifference from afar.
You were tired and fucking hungover
from your last one.
You wanted me punished
and pay for what you did not deserve.
So I crawled into your uneasiness
a little earlier than you had anticipated.
You gave it your best shot.
You became predictable.
I had tossed and turned
under my torn sheets a little earlier myself.
It didn't make me forget who I was.
So why did you?
Did you not know the reason
why I decided to walk with you?
Ah, you were just too fucking hungover
and I couldn't even carry your heartless despair home.
At the end I wrote you a poem to bid you goodbye.
I stumbled across the street
so I could pick up a carcass of my momentary lapse
only to find myself taken with another fall.
Written sometime in February
I bought an orange dress to match my lipstick
and a few ounces of your time.
I set myself up for another fall
with a bottle of rose.
I kept it all to myself
so you could not see the expression
of my sleepless nights.
You were just another stranger
who were to step in to pave my broken streets.
Instead you jumped into the muddled waters
of my existence.
I could not watch your indifference from afar.
You were tired and fucking hungover
from your last one.
You wanted me punished
and pay for what you did not deserve.
So I crawled into your uneasiness
a little earlier than you had anticipated.
You gave it your best shot.
You became predictable.
I had tossed and turned
under my torn sheets a little earlier myself.
It didn't make me forget who I was.
So why did you?
Did you not know the reason
why I decided to walk with you?
Ah, you were just too fucking hungover
and I couldn't even carry your heartless despair home.
At the end I wrote you a poem to bid you goodbye.
I stumbled across the street
so I could pick up a carcass of my momentary lapse
only to find myself taken with another fall.
Written sometime in February
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Thin waters
Thin waters
Tell my love I cannot come home.
I'm not sure if its raining
or I've just fallen behind.
I cannot tell if it's the echoes of our laughter
or if I'm just clenching my own soul.
I cannot see the end of our lives
but I can see the broken bridges
and echoes of our silent flights.
I think I'm wearing someone's smile
while walking on thin waters of my demise.
Oh but the smile is not yours
because now all your highlights dance around her saddened hope
and what's become of me was not my own doing.
I cannot walk pass strangers paving my broken streets
and not know what truly is mine.
I'm terrified of what's about to fall upon the little girl inside me
that screams and weeps every so often.
Oh but I'm forever more happy than you'd ever imagine me to be.
Yet my content comes in broken pieces
and must I collect them only to see my hands bleeding
with cuts and wounds those pieces leave behind?
Yes life's a constant motion of cosmic forces
and I'm drifting somewhere along the mountains
of oblivion and consciousness, waiting to see what I pick up next.
Have I not always?
6th January 2012
Tell my love I cannot come home.
I'm not sure if its raining
or I've just fallen behind.
I cannot tell if it's the echoes of our laughter
or if I'm just clenching my own soul.
I cannot see the end of our lives
but I can see the broken bridges
and echoes of our silent flights.
I think I'm wearing someone's smile
while walking on thin waters of my demise.
Oh but the smile is not yours
because now all your highlights dance around her saddened hope
and what's become of me was not my own doing.
I cannot walk pass strangers paving my broken streets
and not know what truly is mine.
I'm terrified of what's about to fall upon the little girl inside me
that screams and weeps every so often.
Oh but I'm forever more happy than you'd ever imagine me to be.
Yet my content comes in broken pieces
and must I collect them only to see my hands bleeding
with cuts and wounds those pieces leave behind?
Yes life's a constant motion of cosmic forces
and I'm drifting somewhere along the mountains
of oblivion and consciousness, waiting to see what I pick up next.
Have I not always?
6th January 2012
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