The Noble Teacher

Dear little seedling who has grown more beautiful than expectations go,

Grown one year and yet many more years to go,

Lend me your ear that are like petals so that you could know,

How amazing you truly are to behold,

 

It was awful the day we met,

For it was the day I lost everything,

My admiration, my secrets that I hold tight,

What would relieve me of my plight,

That at the end of our conversations, I have to say goodby,

It would have better without meeting in another time,

And yet this all is a lie.

 

I’m so grateful that we met,

I truly am,

It’s like sitting in front of a humble teacher who knows my plans and pains,

And through your words gives me life from day to day,

The thought of goodbye makes me die a little everyday.

 

I am lost without my friends, lost forevermore,

And it feels like home knowing there is countenance there to be shown,

What am I but dust?

I deserve little but am given so much more,

A traveler fashioned with a permanent home.

The Cloak of the Khalifah

These weary hands stitch,
Thread after thread,
With the tough hide of different nations,
The nationalistic hearts of a broken people,
The cloak of the khalifah,

There was a dream that was a whisper,
The rich shall help the poor,
Racism will be cured,
The family will be praised,
The princes and queens shall be raised,
The righteous shall not fear death,
When faced with adversity and injustice,
And the dreamed I embalm on it,
The cloak of the khalifah,

Evil men wish to tear,
Blinded by their greed and hate,
By deeds that have grown some weight,
Their eyes shielded by the light so bright,
And wish to blame their problems,
On that which can solve their plight,
And now they wish to wear,
The cloak I’ve been making with such care,
The cloak of my khalifah,

He shall wear it someday,
Perhaps with pride and strength he shall walk,
Perhaps someday he shall use it to hide his tears,
Perhaps he shall wear it and sit and bow to the most high,
Perhaps someday he shall caress it to remember his dream,
But until that day I shall wait and stitch for him,
To give to him with my smile,
The cloak to my beloved,
The cloak of my khalifah.

The Traveler

I see the sun,
it is a little closer than yesterday,
a little further from tomorrow,
surfing through space and time,
lightly reaching my stark abode,
though the other men don’t know,
I am a step away,
traveling a million miles a day,
to claim my destiny.

Fleeting days

Sojurn from the mellow days,

the lips parted and wishing to say,

A lost sage I emulate,

My true character he extenuates,

Ostentatious, pretentious, and above a grade,

whose brusque and brazen demeanor abdicate,

The Alluring Prince who assuaged,

The sickness that turned you grey,

Be warned a demon that hides away,

Ubiquitous with every word of dismay

The tribulation of situations might capitualate

A deletorious demegogue it emulates,

Though I hope a fortuitous ray,

That extinguishes the dark soul and renovates,

But not soon are those days I am afraid,

Causing the fragile angel to be scared away.

The Shifting Sands

Men have walked the earth for centuries,
And all they’ve done is move sand,
Through each grain of sand the soul that hide,
A secret lay waiting to confide,
A beast ready to prowl the land,
The cage etched with the words,
Doubt, fear, guilt, smear,
Judge amass, judged at last,
Carve my heart and throw it in the pit to cast,
The world is bare, let the beast out to let it tear,
Ceaser, Luther, Gandhi Beware,
My ambition greater, my love stronger,
I shall conquer hearts like a tyrant,
The Earth will once again quake with a revolution,
Sand Shifting about with the fertile winds,
Washing away corruption from sin,
And so the time has grown near,
Where I stare at the beast within,
Questioning if freedom is worth failure,
Fearing what we are truly capable of,
Trifling about if we will be able to do the beast justice,
Many days shall be spent away from friends,
Many days will be spent on losing sleep,
For the beast requires attention and respect,
Dedication and discipline,
And with vain desires we are replete,
Driven by ambition I shall open that cage,
The beast, upon me, can take out it’s rage,
The world will know me as the mad sage,
I shall tie my turban to keep my thoughts together,
and brush my mount and make it ready for battle,
Staring my ride in the eye,
There is a connection beyond sense of mind,
And in the back I can hear my soul cry,
Tearfully say: “The earth will darken the sand that once shined”,
And yet I stride in the winds that the Merciful Engines Drive,
My sand will scatter on the naked earth clean,
And in the light of the creator it shall gleam,
To finally fulfill its destiny.

The Forgotten Jewel

Alone it sat there, eyes glued to the clock,
though it belonged wrapped around the queens forelock,
Or displayed behind a jeweler’s shop,
but neither man nor beast can find the stairs,
that lead to upper chamber of heirs,
and so it will remain hidden, alone in shock,
the jewel that was stuck in the rock.

A Walk With His Sister

Clutching her cart a girl with her purple hood,
Walks through the dreary woods,
In search for the apple groves,
The silence broken by the dried leaves.

And by her side is her brothers smile,
On looking each tree with keen eyes,
And in that stillness their bond starts to grow,
As they search for their prize on the naked grove.

When shadows length started to grow,
An apple lay waiting for their hosts to show,
As quickly was it spotted was it struck down to fall,
So that it can be warmed in the girls nimble hands.

A nibble was taken by the little girl,
And retorted “it’s really too sweet you know”,
Her brother looked back with cheerful eyes,
“Let’s go back home my little prize.”

Questions Of The Wise Man

Do wise men ever fall in love?
And when they do are they blinded by it?
Do they make silly mistakes and lose sight of it all?
Or do they laugh it off and have their emotions in control?
Do they mourn that which their wisdom dictates cannot be loved?
Or do they woo the girl who they started to love?
Do they continue to make jokes even when they fall?
Do wise men immerse themselves in the thought of their beloved?
Every breath wishing they could see their loved one,
Every blink of the eye hoping to conjure her,
Every neuron firing with her in mind,
Do wise men ever go blind?

The Starry Night

What stars abound,

the stars that aren’t yet found,

the stars that shine of hope,

but have departed quite some time ago,

And have only left their ghostly glow,

The aftermath of their legacy.

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I wish I could fly to each one,

as they spiral towards the dark abyss,

as they shoot life creating matter here and there,

boldly going where no man goes,

staring empty space in the face.

–

In their residue,

at the speed of light,

dancing upon my rods and cones,

is a message,

an invitation to be friends from afar,

my earthly prison and my short life despair,

for science may not reconcile it’s affair,

In time for me to kiss their hands of light,

And tell them directly staring at their face,

Your light has illuminated my darkest night.

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And so, I shall yearn and mourn each photon sent my way,

And bear patiently day after day,

That I will never meet you in life face to face,

But will gather wishes from you as you fall today,

A shooting star who has robbed my pains away.

Lost Brothers

Amongst the bustling crowd, of a quiet town,

In the air full of whispers and joy,

In the town you and I grew up in,

We were little seedlings and in an instant,

We were roaming the streets as unbridled horses,

In the forgotten memory and the lucid dream you’ve been trying to ignore,

Mistakes were made that scarred, changed, and created a misty hue.

New roads to traverse and questions with answers we didn’t know,

And in that confusion I decided to fight these new shadows,

Travelling alone into the dark,

Surrounded, scared, I battled but didn’t care,

Day’s grew into weeks, weeks into months and months into a memory,

the answers to one mystery only lead to questions of another,

Everything was questioned but one thing remained certain,

I wished you were here with me,

My brother, my other half, the one I lost,

I was told that the darkness would leave the more I fought,

The more steps I took, the longer and more foreboding it got,

After realizing this was an endless struggle,

I decided to look back,

Light upon light, the one I fought was my own plight,

But where were you I wondered,

I have erased what was in me so that I could now see,

But it was too late, hovering above the clouds you watched,

At peace and waiting,

That someday we may be reunited,

The forgotten brothers of a war torn world.