Who said politics is a noble profession. I don’t think it was mentioned for us as a nation or as a society as it clearly dictates in our attitudes and behavior that we are not politically matured and secondly no notion of integrity and honesty in what we do and how we do it. Every […]
As the rain pours its fury
In a city, asleep in its clamor
As thoughts begin to wave
As the colour begins to fade
Stands there, an old nomad
With words made of clay,
Washed away, in stones
To keep them alive
As the desert begins to dance
An old signboard in its neon lights
Carries it no meaning, these words
Come here they all,
With visions […]
This speech was given few years ago in a place called Leicester, about 150 miles from London, as we attended one of our friend’s wedding, which caused a lot of distress I hear later after this speech when we left. Only recently I was shown the video of from that night of the speech and […]
In abundance, this pain
Unbearable and intolerable
All here for you to see
What is left of our remains?
Our grandeur and purity
Here you will find it all
To your heart’s desire
Here you will find it all
For what we have created
Our squalor, of misery and despair
Chosen we have a dwelling
From all what we have done
Our deeds and our actions
Residents, our […]
Potions of magic or poison,
As we deliberate in our worlds
The old questions
Of thoughts and its mechanics
As it leaves our souls,
For some; it’s magic
For others; its poison
Gather they all to see
Its effect, in a distant time
The old teacher,
In the streets of Athens
For wisdom and knowledge
The chosen wanderings
The pronounced price
As they turn into whispers
As whispers turn into […]
From Zhangmau to Africa
There exists a story,
Waiting to be born,
Of us, the humans we are
Kicks in, this binding effect
From sheets made of paper
Stitched, with kindness and care
With needle, of our thoughts
In existence and in its hours
Remains in us, the old desire
To create these mosaics,
Of embroidery and emotion
Stand there in silence, few
For warmth and for comfort
Outside, […]
In this trance, as I move in and out
The old comfort, as numbness dwell
Behind me, the old trail of music
Out of sight, my existence and mind
In this trance, as I move in and out
As this world withdraws its temptation
As these hours of serenity arrive
In silence, these mosaics of the past
In this trance, as I move […]
You remain in me, my friend,
Like an old continent, in its space
As fate folds you into moments
As moments fold you into memory
As memory folds you into my dreams
Free I become from the need
To explain or defend,
Those constraints imposed
By this world and its snares
By this world and its inhabitants
No longer the need to speak
No longer the […]
What is it we have?
That cannot be taken
By hook or crook
Eternally ours,
These voices of freedom
They may claim
Of its possession
Caught up in their belief
Of rulers and oppressors
Ours it is, eternally ours
These voices of freedom
No rain will dampen,
No rivers will hinder,
Flow it will in its path
The rhymes of its existence
Moments of its reflection
Ours eternally,
These voices of freedom
Like […]
I live in the West,
The happening world
I am going to travel
To exotic places,
In search for sun and fun
As the world
Around me falls,
Not interested,
It’s not of my creation
I am going to listen
To music,
As these chords mix
To create the sound
In search for peace and comfort
I am going to adapt
New habits,
Odd and strange;
Simple and easy
For experimentation
In search for […]
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