Read it Live

At the end of the day,
it’s just you and me.
Age and time dance
hand in hand
like a curious symphony,
discordant with physique
and texture,
A wrinkle, a cramp,
a creak in the neck,
like old woodboards
in a dilapidated house.
The trouble is not over
as things settle down,
as the dust of mortal fiber
spreads its wings
on a shadow
of a frame,
a frail being in its [...]

I know not love.
I have never loved one
without my self.
That may mean I just might be
more accursed than I think.
And that, dear friends and all,
is a scary thought.

Does hell exist or heaven?
I’ve seen enough to know
we can create our own of either mode.
But if they exist,
they need not my approval.
They will exist
without my earthly stamp.

God [...]

I will fall like a cut dove
I will rise like a swan song
I am the secret
I am the mystery
I am the Lamp
I am the Niche
I am the veil
I am the hidden

I contemplate myself
before I celebrate myself
and in doing so
I live again

I will float like a free wind
I will sink like a pregnant cloud
I was nevermore
Then [...]

Note: Don’t worry abt the incoherence between title and story. It’s drawn from a deeply Sufi context that I do not expect most people to know. (If you’re interested, read up Ann Marie Schimmel’s And Mohammad is the Messenger)
Could a love be so big that it shadows the sun that is Juliet?
Could a love be [...]

Drops of music fall
upon a water of calm longing,
stilled longing,
like a quivering broken quill,
hovering,
above a blank sheet.
Who shall pat this longing
on its fragmented,
decayed,
sore back?

Multitudes of sweet sounds
tiptoe behind each other like
soft twilight shadows;
they ripple like a bead curtain
rustled into motion,
thrust into momentum,
ripped apart and eaten,
bead by bead, note by note,
by an impatient lover.
Music always swells [...]

The idea of death
is a dream
you and I watch
with heavy-lidded
open eyes.

The smoke has swirled
its last now.
The haze and craze
have died down.
The last of the bells
tolled last night
when we dreamt our fight
and the monster died.

We shall look
back now
with pride.
We entered, we gazed
upon the book
of deeds.
We sighed, we cried,
and we died.
Now we shall rise
with the morning mist
as [...]

Kunnn…
I imagine
a soft whisper
wafting across the forehead of nothingness.
Spaceless aeons,
timeless infinities,
ceaseless beginnings;
it was done.

An old man with a crown
and a frosty beard,
playing a game of chess,
coughs.
Kunnn.

So it was.
Why does one imagine
nothingness to be black?
I’m defined by opposites
as are you.
But God
has no contrasting colour.
Is that why He’s hidden?
Kunnn.

I say it too.
Daily. Now. Tomorrow.
In the face of [...]

Have you ever known passion to pose for a picture?
Surging and thrashing its head,
it breaks away from the cities of the dead
into a wilderness of its own make.

Why do you run?
Why do you thrust your face
in the burning pupil of the sun,
when adrenaline shoots through your system
like a mystic’s fever,
rendering all in a twirl?

We move [...]

It is done.
The last song has been sung.
The last rung
has been strung.

It is done.
I will not know
what I am saying;
not till the half-light
has been sprung.

It is done.
I lie. I lie.
There’s an ink stain in the sky.
It spreads and whips across
the sun.

It is done.
We will move away now.
We will depart with a dying dirge.
The surge
of a [...]

Does it take a man to do something doable?
Do the stars do the deed
or does destiny drive the drill?
I do not know the dirge of the doves
nor of the dew drops dangling from the dead leaf.
I disappear in my dark shadow.

There never was a day when death
did not dry its wings at my door.
I dare [...]