Sagacious words

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

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.