Sagacious words

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

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Serendipity

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

Powerlust

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.

J.Bibi


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

Gaza

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.

J.Bibi

Thursday, 17 April 2014

Privilege

Gentle spring breeze,
kiss the crisp sky alight
And crown with warmth
The privilege of a full life.

J.Bibi

Thursday, 10 April 2014

Perspective


A year of heartaches.
Of trauma, of revelations
the future looks bright
despite the stormy
clouds that rearrange
Come what may,
In the storms of change-
through steadfast courtesy
the moment was never lost.

J.Bibi

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Self

 
The bigger the turmoil-
The more the need to hold on to Self. 
Self helps to steer through the storms
Self helps to see through the dark
Self helps to understand the chaos
Self helps to survive the turmoil of living
Self is a conscious spark of the Universe.

- J.Bibi