Sagacious words

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

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.



J.Bibi


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.

J.Bibi



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.

J.Bibi



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.

J.Bibi

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.

J.Bibi


Security

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,


J.Bibi

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.

J.Bibi