Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Friday, 13 November 2015


When you pay for the down and outs in your community,
You pay to invest into the future of your very own society-
It maybe, perhaps, for a future that is not fully guaranteed
But it is a prudent investment in the future of all humanity.
Yes, you may well find yourself resented, by the very scum
That you have given of your hard-earned money to feed:
You may find yourself assaulted by a boy, whose poor mum-
Your money helped keep, from becoming another broken life
But consider this: That same woman may have other children-
One who may grow to become a doctor- who saves your life,
Or another, not so smart, who ends up wiping your backside-
For as an auxiliary nurse, it’s his job to care for the likes of you?
When that day comes, you may find, that you have become infirm
And become an economic burden- and a drain on the system too.

~ J. Bibi

Monday, 20 July 2015

Summer Rain Haiku

Fresh summer rainfall,
Lifts the heaviness all around
Giving ease to breath-


Wednesday, 10 December 2014


Where will the paths meet?
how will the twists of fate,
entwine the roads that can carry,
the map of a destined journey?

And the meeting of aligned planets
is in the folded veil of every future,
for the truth is a temporary concrete
which builds walls full of half lies;

Put one foot in front of the other
and step by step, the ebb and flow
of life and death will surely become
a scenic walkway of pains and gains.

J. Bibi

Monday, 20 October 2014

Suffocating Realism

Civilisations are born, thrive and expire through an infinity,
Powers change in the blink of an eye to become mythical
And as we bear witness to the expansions of every empire,
The methodology to acquire power is as duplicitous as ever.
The common people often gain little but empty venerations'-
For honourably sacrificing their blood for the aims of the few.
Universally it is idealism which ignore the realities of power
But yet still, there is no greater quest than that of higher ideals,
Even as the idealistic venture sometimes into blind foolishness;
It is realism that stagnates and festers without hopeful dreams,
As in narrowness of practicality, there is consistent suffocation.

J. Bibi

Saturday, 20 September 2014


Again and again, the force of the curse hits,
It doesn't stop at all, it identifies with nothing
But total dominance.
In lust for power and rule,
They accuse, cajole and manipulate-
They try every which way to control your fate-
For they are ruthless and greedy people,
Determined to let not the structures of status change.
A life full of misery and suffering-
what a way to be, what a 'living' to have to take.
It is a rape of the soul-
And all is equal in the brave new Anglophile world,
As stagnated exotic empires of old are vanquished;
Where the girl child is not buried alive, nor the broken man-
But they are 'negated,' all of them, in every way,
Throughout every step of life,
The assaulted stand righteous though targeted daily-
By all of the dishonourable intentions of the mighty,
Yet like a phoenix rising, a new birth has been enacted
The death of the old was long expected and long overdue,
The decayed power thrones of superficial establishments,
Are the chains that bind to hold you prostrate,
And in place of the love that they should give,
To help growth and humanity advance- they simply deceive,
With tainted philosophies, perverted and deviated from,
That were and maybe forever will be, used as a fantasy
To subjugate and subdue all valid challenges to modern tyranny.


Thursday, 11 September 2014

Ode to Existence

Battered and broken are the shattered remains of every heart
often to be found in every nook, cranny and corner of the earth;

Fighters of eternity grieve not for wounds of time and place
but in painful hindsight look at the losses and betrayals faced.

Hollow are the known victories of conflict not graced by dignity-
and shallow are the claims for the dead in their dubious morality.

And as in time the mind reels with a vague comprehension
that such are the turns in the fairground of human existence.

As we, pieces of the puzzle fight for the privilege of calm stupefaction;
To let the arrow of life, fly, towards a slow and determined affirmation.

~ J.Bibi

Tuesday, 29 July 2014


Hm...Eid was hard.
Tense celebrations-
Personal issues
-political realities
Gaza is heartbreaking
as are all the other conflicts
but no less than those 
dying from hunger everyday.
I'm grateful for my lot..
I can't forget their lot. 
Perhaps that is my excuse
...or my salvation.