Sagacious words

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

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

Journey of Ascension

Face it, the fear of colossal pain-
The monster of hate created to destroy
And the growing silence that screams.

Fall down into the abyss where all hope dies-
The hell of the unseen journey of ascension
Awaits- as the furor of confrontation grows.
Peace be upon the survivors of turmoil-
Warriors who know how to defy and adapt.


Monday, 24 December 2012


The truth it scalds like a flame,
Always burning away the lies,
As the games that people play,
Bypass the fog of many a reality

In spite of the merciless onslaught,
The frantic pace will still continue,
Peppered with moments of cold pity
As well as stepping stones of irony

Some say the winds blow in change,
Yet the boulders of stubbornness
Destroy the house of every just age
In the feral landscapes of ambition

Does the quest for new hope grow
With the slaying of old pestilence?
And under the blind spots of misery,
Will the world's cup always overflow?



Chasing lights in streets of darkness,
The clutter of living, induces a kind of blindness,
Marked targets flee from messy reality-
Anger and fear create the disparity.
In worlds of wonder and dreams,
The shiny inventions muffle the screams.
To outdo the other; a way of progression,
Which always leads to an inner regression.
The furthest from the core,
Lose the fight for acquiring more,
To be swept up on a lonely beach-
Is the result of deep truth and to their own is each.

- J.Bibi

The manic trespasses of reason

Freedom awaits in lairs of pain and deceit,
As the defeated drink the waters of treason,
Just to still the manic trespasses of reason-
To follow roads that lead to a defensive conceit,

-To mourn no more in the prisons of shame,
Because the hours of pain have a time of day
And yet grieve for the moments taken away-
That deserve nothing but the horrors to tame,

Empowered spirits tread carefully around pain,
As through dimensions of layered names,
The courageous challenge the burning flames-
And are given permission to slay the 'inhumane.'

Such is the state of our engimatic species innate,
That as repetitive circles of love and hate grow
The blind follow the blind and the wise only know,
That only the seasons of pain build obscure fate.


Of destinations

In the bluest oceans
And in the greenest fields,
In the brightest snow
And in the darkest night,

The rhythms of dancing hearts,
Grow stronger with each even beat,
Pulsating around the sun-
The energy of the living, shines on.

Through the eyes of evil and good,
The monsters and mice fight on-
Charmed, the defeats and conquests,
In time honoured cycles of presence.


Sunday, 23 December 2012

Lessons of life

Quietly, quietly the night moves,
As the day steals away breath,
In a paradise lost,
Humility of strength proves
To create a trust.

In weakness and in health,
the harder
the test,
the better
the result.

Gently, gently the breeze sings,
As lies lead the way to death,
at hell's own cost,
Courage over fear brings
A divine crust-

In happiness and in wealth,
the deeper
the rest,
the wiser
the touch.


Friday, 21 December 2012

Too much

Too much-
The lies,
The cruelty,
The oppression.

The separation in the sky
Of the clear from the clouded-
Is made possible,
When the air is right
And allows for better sight.



Dignified destiny,
Play not the hand of deceit,
The lies are strong and the days-
Heavy with intrinsic wrongs,
Incensed by the greed of the powerful-
A challenge to the status,
Of reality-
In crawling through fields of broken glass,
The goals were never meant to be lost,
Elemental obstacles-
Creating rage and loss,
The mourning of the worn,
Turns into dust.
The stars light up the night-
Needs must.



Nature persistently fights the elements ethereal
And then leaves ephemeral traces of the surreal
The kaleidoscope of vengeful stars keep reeling
And cycles of constant pain refuse true healing
In a moral compass that has to fester and bleed
And through the due process that time must heed
Days of glorified hell can become something else
When all the shades of light are born from oneself.


Sad days

Anyone but me-
Let the house belong,
To all the others
And let the spirit
Run away from here.

The world is better,
Stronger, superior
Than anything inside
This monstrosity.

The way that the world
Works, is the way it is.
Life is bitter and twisted
And then it is gone.


Thursday, 20 December 2012

Humble abode

To be-
What is expected,
what is prepared for-
The worlds greatest tale,
of deception and betrayal.

In humble abode does hope lay-
The stars shine intensely-
On a landscape of notoriety
And let the chances fall
Wherever they may.


Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Ruthless Process

Torn and bleeding from the wounds of living,
Life kills faster than it forgives-
Such is the ruthless process,
Of destruction and creation.

You say that you are strong and at peace,
When the tears flow freely and the blockades-
Grow ever bigger, day by day.

From the depth of all that is real,
The night ignores the truths of the light-
And grants a freedom from the constraints
Of what not to think, or of what not to feel.


Thursday, 13 December 2012


The way to, is that a-way
And the light shines bright
But there is just no way-
To get there.

In the depth of the heart
Is a deep, pulsating wound
And its consequences are-
Terrifyingly clear.

With numbness of pain
Move slowly and pretend-
Walk as if you are dead-
Die as you live.

From unearthed sorrow
Is finally born the hope-
For a faith to begin-
To live again.


Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Shadows of the Unknown

The soothsayers give hope in the midst of painful times,
The storms always pass with staunch prayers
And with the determined calming of nerves,
As in the truest form of survival-
The heart understands revival.
In the dark tunnels of birthing the harsh lights cannot kill,
The power of truth of earth, nor the hopes and dreams
Bestowed by the seemingly eerie gifts of failure-
So inherently held in the shadows of every unknown.

- J.Bibi

Carried by the Light

The waves of pain drag under into a world alien-
As the memories are flooded into clear sight.
And the creases of doubts are washed away,
For a distant music grows from the shadows
A place to move to- whilst carried by the light.

Shine me a way from above the murky waters-
A strange place which can be seen through a haze,
The dramatic and skewed sights of obscurity
Are born from the mind of a crazed entity
Which moves in silence through life's maze.


Saturday, 8 December 2012

Furore of the Invisible

Safe in a superficial life,
The warmth, born of lies,
Keeps at bay all the strife.

Meetings on a higher plane,
Create frictions in the dirt,
A play, of universal games.

Flowers frozen within sleep,
Hide a furore of the invisible,
And surrender to a terror deep.

Tears and words of relevance,
Born from within pits of fire,
Are by-products of negligence.


Against Wars unspoken

Crying tears of blood,
In hidden oceans of silence,
The noise deafens-
The heart and it's violence

Move further from the broken;
Gladly from the rooftops,
Of homes with sky lines,
Set against wars unspoken.

One step in front of the other-
Single file and head down,
The mighty terrors of reality,
And the power of one over another.

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

Solid Empathy

I forgive you, even if you failed me
I forgive you, despite the wounds inflicted upon me.
The nights are long and the days are wrong,
I fight for the right to be happy and strong.

In this kaleidoscope of life, the lights shine bright-
The uneasy monsters hidden, put up a heck of a fight.
In the midst of the storm, it is hard to hold on
But letting go of hope, means never moving on.

The road long and stones sharp to rip the feet
And in the distance the chaos moves eagerly;
Will the winds of change create defeat,
Or inch closer to the destined victory?

A life unafraid and yet full of tranquility-
Strength and inner peace born from solid empathy,
That is the prayer of me as the wise sage-
The conflicted struggle in every worldly age.


Monday, 26 November 2012


From the blazing distance, the eyes shine bright,
As the mountainous obstacles touch the clouds
And the shadows of the sun obscure the light.

Frantic and beating heart do not ever falter,
The path is perilous but the goal is clearer,
It is simply your own fear you must conquer.

So many fake temptations all along the way,
Enticing and promising many a better day-
Don't let distractions, from reality let you sway,

The goal is badly clear but the gauntlet must be run;
For the hearts of those who need to be sheltered
And the hard destruction and danger you must shun

The eternal promise of the great universe is greater
And indeed it is raw pain that does creates strength-
Let not your faith and belief in the Cosmos ever flounder.


Thursday, 22 November 2012

The Comfort of Conformity

As the web of lies draws ever tighter, beware the goals of predators,
Today 'they' the evil parasites terminated, tomorrow the goals shift
And 'we' so very suddenly and easily become, the heedless martyrs.

Enslaved minds, surrender blithely free will and free thought,
Where today, wealth soothes and the worker bees work tirelessly,
The comfort of belonging and having- justified as it is hard earned.

In comfortable numbness, common humanity submits too easily,
Surrendering the reins of power to greedy, untrustworthy leaders;
In time the aggressors become the victims of two-faced ideology.

Thinkers for our own benefits, beware the comfort of conformity-
Betrayal is in a days work for those who play efficiently with lives,
Ideologues awaken, beware the backdrop of a money driven reality.


Fill the Universe

Lost in thoughts of loss,
The rage never stops-
In the lands of strife.

The grief of a single soul-
Could fill the universe, whole
But it matters not.

As the winds blow ever strong,
Against those who have done no wrong-
The air fills with excuses.

People are too strong in greed,
In landscapes fit not for the weak-
Say the almost slain.

Time will tell the truth of this tale-
If and when justice will prevail-
To create a reconciliation.


Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Fiery Pits of Hell

The frozen pain gives way to uncontrolled hysteria.
Birth and death hold the keys to an eternal paranoia-
This is the song of the cyclical rainbow
The landscape about which only some know.

In depths of the fiery pits of hell,
The storms pass by in a frequency too hard to quell
And the rise of destructive forces take no blame,
About the goals that they seeks to attain,
Free from the chains of universal reason,
In open repulsion do await all the graves of treason.


Can time turn the tide?

Walking along the path,
Of safe living
The masters of the world
Said that obedience,
Would lead to
An abundance of giving.

As the fat cats
Urge subservience,
Those who fall,
Off of the ride
Sit dazed,
In invisible grievance.

In truth,

Can time turn the tide?
Innocents rendered parasites-

Should be an enlightenment
For those who can see the sequence
And the suspect motivations-
Of those powered by a greedy allegiance.


Monday, 12 November 2012

Folklore of a Millennium

From the depths of time buried and hidden,
I have called out to those who were forgiven;
The light of the sun burns as brightly as ever,
As the bound limbs of the Gorgon, begin to sever,
In timeless gore, alas life has come to become,
Rampant forces of the weak growing ever stronger,
And when the warrior heart shall arise from slumber,
So the tide shall turn as the waves grow in number,
Give apt credence to the folklore of a millennium,
The different fates all point to the same continuum.

- J.Bibi

In Dreams

In vivid dreams, you see the sun
And the moon and all the stars-
You see the echoes of existence
And the way it has always been.

In the dreams, you see the galaxies
And the universe in all its majesty-
You see the souls of those you love
And the calling that their hearts' give.

In dreams, you see the suffering world
And the ethereal healing from the earth-
You see the distance between what is
What was and what in eternity, shall be.

In dreams, you hear the songs of infinity
From souls who sing over time and space;
Whisperings of a power transcendence.
And you know that as you see, you believe.



The lies build up a storm,
Which threatens to destroy everything.

Under the setting sun of an evening,
The flowers wilt from the chill of frost.

And yet as the night grows stronger,
With its song of darkness and light,

The stars overpower the sky,

And the storm becomes a new wonder.

- J.Bibi

Thursday, 8 November 2012

Through the Mist

Cry into the river tears of madness
And as the sun rises through the mist,
Let the heart sing with gladness.

Feel fiercely the quiet loss,
As the pain deafens all reason-
And permits the spirit to move across,

Through barriers of time and space,
The waves of temporary relief,
Allow it all to show upon you face.



The slaying of every trust-
From the poison of lies,
Leads to moments of redress-
To fade and grow in turns.

Hear the cries-
Tell people the truth!
What truth- that which enriches?
Or that which pacifies?

Never let the ambiguity of sides,
Deter the voice against injustice-
As the promises turn into dust-
The visions becomes stronger.


Sunday, 4 November 2012


The relentless roads lead to higher ground,
More on some days than others
And the screaming doubts alight into dreams,
As the realities outstrip the blindsides.
Cover the ground with the carpet of hopes,
As the miles of coverage rise into the sky-
As the song fills the valley of life,
With the sweetness of a higher calling,
Of ethereal senses and surreal belonging.


Wednesday, 31 October 2012

A Rite of Passage

The night begins to draw the day to a close,
As the shadows of a life start to break
And the dreams of truth and ambition
Are nullified through the force of brutal rage-

In the broken, the cracks of damage
Fester and bleed but then slowly, surely
Begin to heal by a rite of passage,
That protects as the storm gathers pace-
And allows the power to become apparent.


Sunday, 28 October 2012

Of Deceit and Betrayal

The truth washes over the living-dead,
As over time the waves of deceit surge-
Into fresh new memories for the misled,
Which cause putrid realism to submerge.

The drowning beliefs become dread,
As images dance before stinging eyes
And with the cold truth, solace ebbs
As all the disparities reveal utter lies.

Into the depths of the dark sea bed,
A light is shone as a beam from the sky
And fear teaches, in the water to tread
For the pain is simply a silent power cry.

- J.Bibi

A Reflection

The label fell off and shrunk but the price didn't,
As the rage grows, so does the resistance.
Plead innocence- plead guilt, or plead ignorance
The remorseless liars are always full of fear,
In deeds the damage is done; so be a hope,
Of all that is not them and be a reflection,
For justice to grow and to clear the air of corruption.



The ground, swells up to meet the blood sky
When all the birds fall without the ability to fly
And a momentous calm concedes to the fray
As the madness of a force descends into play.
Walk with a calm footing on the volatile land,
The time of eternal  regrets is always at hand,
Every noise does not ergo make a loud wrong
Sometimes the sounds are able to make a song
With a quiet defiance the background dominates
The player oblivious to what it is that capitulates,
Pieces of the puzzle brought together exemplify,
The hurts of that which are late to ever quantify-
That every storm is a beginning which does signify,
The metamorphosis of powers which ever multiply.


Saturday, 20 October 2012


Stab it in the dark
And kill the sadness away,
As the noise of the heart-
Drowns all reason away.

In the abscess of time,
Scary stories become bold,
About the cobwebs of the mind
And all the monsters that it must hold.

Skin alive the fears of tomorrow-
Break into pieces the staid memories-
For time shall truly end the sorrow
And lay waste to all inner enemies.


Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Silent Prayers

Kill the games, kill the shame and kill the fear.

In the oldest of times, the warriors fought and died
And the slaves served secretly carrying the woes of the powerful,
In the womens' quarters for ensuring safety, were there competitions and fights;
The cultures of power and servitude were masqueraded throughout it all.

Hasten away from the harrowing tails of yesteryear, tomorrow is a new dawn
And there is nothing to fear; from foaming mouths that discharge only a despair,
Lessons learnt carry the silent prayers of sinners, for the purifying grace of honour.


New Horizons

The demons of the past, present and future,
Fight for the soul that is lost
And the angels weep as love is overcome.

In the winding walkways towards the abyss,
The hollow screams and shallow dreams,
Fill the voids of regret and the crevices of despair.

In the fairness of loving and dying,
The roses bloom brightest in bloodied torment-
Forever young the hopes of the unseen,
As the tender trails of redemption,
Disappear into fleeting visions of wonder.

Following the footsteps of the dead,
New horizons on landscapes ravaged-
Are born through the eyes of the blind,
The dumb and muted, see more clearly
The sights of the hidden and the unknown.


Sunday, 14 October 2012

In A Zephyr

You made your own bed,
You decided your own fate,
With every word you spoke
And every action you lived,
The walls of your house-
You built.

No more lies of bondage,
Or disorienting turmoil;
born through heavy guilt
And a numbing of sense,
No more covers of deceit-
From you.

You are an anchor lifted
In a zephyr wild and free-
With kaleidoscopes of faith,
Go find every new horizon,
And build a vision to change-
Life, forever.


Thursday, 11 October 2012


The fallout from every fight is utter madness,
As every harsh blow becomes a raw sadness.
And in these eternal moments when pain becomes
Super melded into the core soul as a battle begun;
It is, that within Delphic states of agonised profusions
I overcome animal instincts and find humane solutions.
And as skills and ambitions to breathe become reality
There is from truth of trauma, born an independent dignity.


The Contest of Time

Never let the madness of unkind misery
Steal away transcendental spirituality
And drag all down into the grave trap-
Where fallen angels plot in blind unison
As the mortal heart breaks into oblivion.

Iblis cried with the fury of old arrogance
And Jibreel watched with dutiful patience,
The contest of time, seeing and unseeing-
As the whim and wonder of humanity grew
And the earth bore witness to what it knew.


Emily Dickinson

By: Emily Dickinson

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth,–the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms.
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

Earthly Tides

When the darkness threatens to destroy
from within the depths of pandemonium-
Create a light.

Obviously some power is bestowed,
So despite the paralysis of suffocation-
Put up a fight.

The last few hurdles are the worst,
Goals closer but the raw affliction-
Distorts sight.

I am to burst in the moments of my despair;
Even as the madness of earthly tides exhales-
A supernatural might.



Monday, 8 October 2012

In my Soul ~ Rabia al-Basri


my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel.

Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.

Is there not a region of love where the sovereignty is
illumined nothing,

where ecstasy gets poured into itself
and becomes

where the wing is fully alive
but has no mind or

my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque,
a church

that dissolve, that
dissolve in


Friday, 5 October 2012

A Promised Peace

Eternally vulnerable, this heart and it's treasure,
Infinitely valid, the contending of pain and pleasure,
Soft breeze tender forth a calm, found not only in leisure-
Within and around the storms born from every measure,

On the wings of a dove let it be born from the core-
With the justice of eagles, let it be carried forever more-
Without the howling sabotage of trust from the dogs of war;
A promised peace for children, which every future must store.


Wednesday, 3 October 2012

The Age of Awards

As the tear burns a track and a heart explodes,
As the wheels of time hurtle on fast ever onwards,
And as the cicatrices of every age are slowly earned,

Let the light of the eternal flame learn to shine-
As in the hidden and mysterious recesses of time,
The treasures of validity become fully enshrined.

Head banging in the circles of loss and reward-
Within the dreams and slaughter of killing hordes,
We should paint the world of realisation as an award.

Soothe the you in me- soothe the I in you,
Soothe the strong of earth in gentle truth,
Soothe the ancient and old in the infinite new.



The deafening drums
That beat with malice,
And with the force of time
Reveal all that is tragic;

A bee in the summer of love-
Wandering and lost-
Precisely just to find magic,

As it derives nectar from blossom,
Through the energy of love
And as the caress of the breeze,
Wipes out all tragedy,

The drums still beat silently
And hostility is rendered impotent;
As the treasures hidden by time,
Strive to remain forever innocent;
The highs and lows of conflict
Are shadowed by the sounds,
Smells and sights, of life.


Friday, 28 September 2012


The undeserved cry of preference
Congeals into shallow moods of indifference;
The crow will fly as the stench grows in every which way
And the truth will survive as the lies, reality does slay
In the wilderness of loss and denial
The carved lacerations are rendered menial-
Within currents of chaos that lead to healing;
The limitless endurance of an unconquerable feeling.


Tuesday, 25 September 2012

True Face

The cord is cut and the blood flows free,
As the breath returns and the stars shine eternally,
In glee the locusts spread across the night,
The crops and the disease vanquished outright-
Maybe the wounds were meant to bleed until scarification,
Maybe the life was meant to flow until depletion.

Walking, running crawling, sliding towards the light,
The followers of regression, capitulate and give up the fight,
As screaming souls banish the solar system to its rightful place,
The lies of life and the deceptions of death show true face-
Grieve for the days gone and the suffocation still-
A stampede against the future destroyed through mind-kill.


Saturday, 22 September 2012

The Calm of the Eye

In the midst of the ageless storm,
Relief is in the calm of the eye,
A little of normality to be found,
In the raging of the infinite sigh.

From the depths of every bomb,
The star-led pull toward the light
Since times of the unbeknown-
'Tis the fiery path of an eternal fight.

In the old ways the wounds bleed
As the pains of life surge skywards,
The crying game pays not any heed-
To the infinite flames hurtling onwards.
- J.Bibi

And then the Rage

Round and around in circles,
The pain-
The grief-
The guilt...
And then the rage.

More so the ride terrifies,
The betrayal-
The deception-
The shame...
And then the rage.

Clinging on to  hope,
for calm,
For health,
For love...
And then the rage.


The Ruins of Fate

The laughter and jeering of belittlement and derision-
Are ploys of control generated as the games of gods;
The favours bestowed upon the less fortunate-
As inside the monster's lair all prey fights for survival
And the deeds of the valiant hang shredded,
Amongst the ruins of fate destroyed leaving heart embers to glow,
Within freshly unearthed hope, despite the thriving markets of obfuscation
And for redemption the hard won goals of need submit to the airs of turmoil,
As with the shelter of reason the quests lead to a trespassing-
On ethereal plateaus of fiery and dynamic imaginations.


Wednesday, 19 September 2012


Unpalatable truths are exposed-
 In hurricanes of revelation,
And an acceptable understanding
Is a spiritual exploration;
known as the height of accomplishment,
Within an array of galaxies
The universe is the witness,
To all matter of injuries-
Tiny specks of irrelevant being,
And atomic seconds of eternity
Make virtually supersonic matter called life.

~ J.Bibi

Saturday, 15 September 2012


The shaken earth moves and the skies fall into the abyss-
And the seal of death gives that which life cannot dismiss;
As the feasts of contempt coincidentally cause delusion-
The groundswell grows through to become a confusion
And the bitterness of reality poisons the stream of normal;
Sometimes regular is rearranged into something phenomenal.


Tuesday, 11 September 2012

Two wings

Vilification and rejection are the two wings of alienation.
And though seeds of violence, can grow into wisdom-
It is the size of the heart that always defines the outcome.

Triumph over the crooked lines of barbed wire provocation,
Is the sum of all times, within the daze of wounded reflection-
And always the journey in isolation is really one of validation.

- J.Bibi

Monday, 10 September 2012


The same as is to live life, is to become undone,
For feeble mind games are never really strong,
When love transpires into a gladness lifelong.
When shallow graves of the undead are opened,
To reveal a beauty of all our powers most potent
And in holy matters of solid peace and devotion-
A life becomes an odyssey of doubts and beliefs;
Where to seek wisdom in the reflections of grief,
Is to find ground upon which agony becomes ease.



Saturday, 8 September 2012

Upon Wings of Deceit

Some of the faux righteous gaze over the bounty of their great deeds,
Whilst others remain ignorant to the secret burials of their real needs
And lost to all rich heirs; is wealth in the journey of just introspection-
As those sustained by conformity, eventually find empty, all exaltations.

In the haste of a panicked retreat, is the defeat of the soul blamed-
As the nightmare of truth, with lies has always been callously tamed.
Onwards, is the march to guiltless horizons upon the wings of deceit-
As the favours of glory and justice, always are made via cold conceit.

And carrying, harrowing remorse for responsibilities of gain not shared-
Do the guilty leave the battlefields of life with their remorse undeclared.
The awoken renegades of dissent still live upon survivalist insistence-
As within covert wars of rebellion, is a passionately simmering defiance.


With Patience

Dangerous and destructive
The journeys of regression
New waves
in detailed old indiscretions
The cyclical movements
Keep growing
As the x-rayed insides
Keep burning
The dream is alive
As the horizon is receding
Fools hold onto pride
And betray their very souls
Savage but picturesque
Primitive goals
Make the fires rage
As the landscapes smoulder
And the foolish shout
As the innocent run
And the wise dream
Within all terror
Is the truth bared
As it is inhumanity
Which controls disarray
Yet it is with patience
Of love and humanity
That harmony is restored.


Fusion Dreams

The retching, fainting and folding in-
Give way to the growing and flourishing,
The moods swings become-
As different worlds of vision
And the imagined becomes-
The solitary reality of fusion dreams-
Instead of becoming clear and fortified-
The justified malaise of forbearing indulgence.
Increased awareness of incidents,
Pertaining to indifference and it's effects-
The most indefinable sections of the matrix-
Reveal the most exciting and relevant developments,
The freshly learnt puzzle pieces of the picture-
Causing a greater kind of confusion-
What is the meaning of the image?
Any which way makes it clearer
But in effect, less succinct.


Friday, 7 September 2012

Wonderful Rain

As the heavy rain washes away
The fear of mundane existence,
The grey clouds comfort the world,
With the promise of reborn earth,

And the puddles across footpaths
Come across as treacherous chasms,
Disallowing safe passage, which can
be overcome with careful navigation,

Raindrops flood the dusty plains,
With the fresh breeze of renewed life
And outlines of umbrellas that shield,
Bend from the meeting with strong winds,

As the innocence of wonder flies
Against the face of cynical experience,
Gone are the bounds of responsibility
As the carefree kick through quagmires,

Soaking those who stand unassuming
And breaking through the fickle layers,
As the force and sting of ethereal tears,
Allows for respite and a spiritual breathing.


Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Fears of the Wounded Heart

Comforted by the trappings of all good, worldly decadence
The wisdom of the past gives way to progressive ignorance-
The fears of the wounded heart become ever deeper,
The vision of reality is obscured with every little reminder-
Maybe it is easier to quit aspirations and go with the flow
And to let the forces of the world do what they would do.



The walls we build-
Make up this house called life,
Walls that are solid enough-
To shelter us
And strong enough-
For us to lean on-
Walls that separate
And walls that hold us in, Walls that keep out the cold
And hold in the warmth,


Song of Lament

She sat there for hours.
And as she meowed and screeched,
The air stormed.
The pitiful sounds played in the wind like moving echos.
She just sat there and sang her sorrowful song.
And it was beseeching sadness-
The tone, that came from her throat.
The two little kittens played impatiently around her.
She seemed oblivious to them
And even as they leaned on her trying to get her attention,
she angrily pushed them away with her paw,
Though her face didn't change,
Her eyes didn't move
And her song of lament didn't stop.


Sunday, 26 August 2012

Clear Minutes

Nothing left standing in the way except the right to be wrong,
Nothing left but the right, to be able to write and sing a song,
The notions of belief, in seas of disbelief,
Give credence to hope and the forfeits that come with age
And all that it bestows, showing life in different lights
For many are the minds that refuse to work within walls of hate.
And the kindness of people delivers a lesser density of travesty,
Sometimes the assaults on the living, are softened by gestures
Of warmth, shown in the care found in clear minutes of intuition,
Which give perception to the illusions of the contradictory life.


Saturday, 25 August 2012

Ralph Waldo Emerson: The World-Soul

An Excerpt:

...The politics are base,
The letters do not cheer,
And ’tis far in the deeps of history –
The voice that speaketh clear.
Trade and the streets ensnare us,
Our bodies are weak and worn,
We plot and corrupt each other,
And we despoil the unborn.

Yet there in the parlor sits
Some figure of noble guise,
Our angel in a stranger’s form,
Or woman’s pleading eyes;
Or only a flashing sunbeam
In at the window pane;
Or music pours on mortals
Its beautiful disdain....

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Friday, 24 August 2012

An Imperial Elegy

Not one corner of a foreign field
But a span as wide as Europe;
An appearance of a titan's grave,
And the length thereof a thousand miles,
It crossed all Europe like a mystic road,
Or as the Spirits' Pathway lieth on the night.
And I heard a voice crying
This is the Path of Glory.

   ~ Wilfred Owen

Friday, 17 August 2012


Hatred comes hidden like a thief
Stealing hope from the heart,
In moments of extreme emotion
That overtake sane inclinations-
In the world of human intricacies,
The world is a phase of expectations.

J. Bibi

Inner Calm

The cuts of a chilly breeze,
Awaken the sleeping mind;
Like the heart that steels itself,
Against screeching bouts of pain,

In the weirdness of all new ways,
The frozen mind makes a space,
Inside of every memory blinded,

In effect, the place becomes
A new ascension of the soul-
As the heart grows wings;
In the cold comfort of now,

It picks up on the growing serenity
And gives in, to an obscure patience
Which from the dawn of all living;

Grows away upwards,
Towards higher ground,
To be inside healing smiles
And on top of calm clouds.


On Children - Khalil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Tao Te Ching - Lao Tzu

....If its deep mystery we would sound;

But if desire always within us be,

Its outer fringe is all that we shall see.

Under these two aspects, it is really the same;

but as development takes place, it receives the different names.

Together we call them the Mystery.

Where the Mystery is the deepest is the gate of all that
is subtle and wonderful.

~ Tao Te Ching - Lao Tzu

Tuesday, 14 August 2012


The soul that does not die,
When confronted by destruction-
Is the spirit that knows how to fly,

The morning always follows the night-
Amidst hopes which don't hide from realities;
The slippery road teaches how to walk upright.

And the dream-fields promise new life,
As the struggles of self against the world continue;
The  mission to accomplish control over strife.


Monday, 13 August 2012

William Shakespeare

But wherefore do not you a mightier way

But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify yourself in your decay
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens yet unset
With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair,
Which this, Time’s pencil, or my pupil pen,
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. ~ William Shakespeare

Wednesday, 8 August 2012


In the midst of living and dying
There is the cursing and crying
Laughter covers every wound
From the broken cries of shame
To the temporary highs of gain
Let the lightness of every move
Deny not the pastures of wonder
And bar none the music of heart
For as the wars of world are done
Let survivors kick start beginnings
In the midst of living and dying,
There are always shades of the sun
As the pursuit of human perfection
Makes the misery drag down validation
Gently, for every action of raw depression
Let rhythms of human progression
Speed forwards with a kind intention.


Monday, 6 August 2012

The kindness of the clouds

The rain is a gentle kindness of the clouds,
It gives a cooling respite to burning bones-
It improves on dusty environments of old
And creates forests and fields for new life:
Just as healed remnants of a heart burned-
Are moulded slowly into pieces of gold-
As tenacity found in the aftermath of storms;
Within sands of loss and inside the plains of time.


Broken trust

So the greasy path is betrayed
And with treacherous certainty-
The imminent end is fully displayed

As scavenging hyenas circle with cowardly lust
And growing tornadoes begin to ravage destruction-
Compelled by the furious aftermath of broken trust-

The savage winds of derision claim ground
And the interfering blades of self doubt cut clear-
Diminishing the fresh glow of power new-found.

As the mountains grow ominously bigger-
Through the forests of regret and pain
And towards redemption the heart staggers.

The fruits blossom on the branches of the tree
Of nurtured wisdom and understanding-
The tastes of which enable, the enslaved to feel free.


Colours True

The quest for freedom
Brings in colours true;
The fools sing notes of brightness-
As the wasteland diminishes-
And the sum of misery grows;
As the infrequent bouts of wealth-
The fortunes of the lost-
Grow into fantastical monuments,
Of survival instincts.


Thursday, 2 August 2012


The wind caresses

Sweetly the wisps of hair,

The blue sky moves-


Rolling the clouds past-

As a conveyor belt of images.

Watching in unison,

As the rest of the world

Seems to slow down

Into a blurry slide show.

Scratching at the scars,

The scabs strong,

Reminders of the pain,

The need to be real,

The need to feel in control-

As environments of suffocation,


Into shapes of white fluff.


Wednesday, 1 August 2012

A Tranquility Ascending (The Last Breath)

The great and small make the mass,
The fighting for the peace should last.
Human contradictions which make whole-
the conflicting pain and ambitions of the soul.
Let the last breath sigh forgiveness and understanding
And the tortured mind give into a tranquility ascending-
The habits of life grow into chains that bind against truth-
Resist by nurturing the minds ability, to find paths of growth.


Thursday, 26 July 2012

On the run

As in age does the wisdom grow
and as in pain does the resilience show,
When the artist delivers a stroke of genius-
The light of life shines on the darkest of canvasses;
Flow brightly the colours under the sun,
Flow freely the imagination on the run.


Sunday, 22 July 2012


In the hardest of places,
The shrouded fear truimphs a pure defiance-

The laziest of souls die-
In hyperactive compliance

The ease with which life betrays,
Is overshadowed only by that which it destroys

Through the rough terrain of survival
Does the spirit validate it's arrival.



The vines of the old  giant fortress,
Grow old and weary over the craggy rocks-
As the entwined branches cover the  dead and the living.

The death of the old,
Gives way to the growth of the living,
The ways and the days-
Of  inevitable qualms and of forgiving.


Thursday, 19 July 2012

You and the Rage

You and the rage of the world;
In search of a peaceful place-
And yet impeded by every demonic race,

Globally the waves of hate crash on serenity;
Too big and too much of a bait-
To allow the building of harmony.

Why the discomfort to fight for a cause?
Why the internalised wounds of discontent? 
The normal life is good, it is safe,
Yet in the mind burn the fires of dissent

And life delivers every unseen blow,
Just often enough to let you know-
That total healing will not be allowed-
The furnace of strife moulds nothing more-

Than half-made and half baked creations,
From the rain and sunshine, it follows
Are made insidious lies and overt lying sensations;
Why do some, see what they want to see?
And others see none of the prescribed scenery?

Fly away misery,
Fly away crappy negativity
Fly away the cursed inability
And let good things be.


Saturday, 14 July 2012

Laws of the Jungle

The laws of the jungle, signify the arrival
Of extortion and the demise of nature.
The savagery of the hunt  involves nurture-
Destroying the processes of survival.

A measured step that leads to an appreciation-
Of the assault course and propels towards deprecation-
Of movements, geared to undermining the real game;
For the continued enhancement of the food chain.


Friday, 13 July 2012

The Splendour of Hypocrisy

The gregarious splendour of hypocrisy,
Shines out with such a glaring ferocity,
That the hidden truths seem to be dead
And the mighty liars never need to regret.

The monstrosities of the human mind,
Devour all hopes of the redeeming kind,
Where life can be truly safe and sound-
Yet an honest heart is ever forward bound.


Tuesday, 10 July 2012

Fires of Faith

The words ring empty as the reality refuses to catch up
And the worlds of silence grow in magnitude-
As the fires of faith struggle to contain,
The harmony of peace, required to patch up-
The results of ground breaking ineptitude.


Thursday, 5 July 2012

Reflections of Being

I wonder sometimes, how will history judge us?
 How will history judge me? Will our lives fall into the abyss of irrelevance? 
 Or will there be any note, realistic or otherwise- 
as to how we affected the progress of humanity's imprint on planet Earth?
I know that history is written by the victors but it still adds to the reality of 'now'.
 I sometimes think about people like Marco Polo,
 Ibn Battuta, Temujin Khan and Nusayba bint Ka'b, 
they were just people. People who bled and cried, who hoped and dreamed. 
 Some of them more privileged than others but vulnerable all the same.
I wonder, do all people know and understand how it feels to fly?
 People CAN live peacefully, otherwise, we'd all have probably butchered our own families first.
I read something the other day, that we are all a part of the cosmos,
 just as a wave is a part of an ocean. 

The universe makes us, just as from the ocean comes the droplet. 

You could view this in two ways. 

On the one hand, this proves the irrelevance of 'us'.

 In mass and in individual form.

 On the other hand this could also be seen, to prove the relevance of 'us'. 

 In mass and in individual form...

I guess the key is to find the balance between individual power and mass power bases...?

I have a problem with people who speak in absolutist language.
It's true that my 'reality' is mine and all you can hope to do,
 is to influence it. You cannot truly change it, ever. That is my power alone. 
I know that I do it myself, a lot sometimes- 
speak with an authority that is maybe not justified.
 However in order to walk we need to take solid steps- the key though,
 is to understand strongly, how easy it is to get lost... for we are fallible, 
slaves to nature and to the traumas of being born and dying.