Saturday 25 June 2011

Desert Rainfall











Glamour
On the run
Neck crooked
Catching strains
From skyscrapers
Draping the desert
Like technicolour rainfall
No drought here
As they pour from the ground
Pushed upwards by clouds of slaves
Brave brown men pushed to the sky's limit
But ride with it
The wave, still rising
Tsunami surfing 'civil engineers'
Basking in the sun's glory
and soaked in the rainfalls
The recipe for rainbows
Unseen by many

Sunday 19 June 2011

Dreams From My Father

Dreams from my Father
Dreams of my Father
Selflessly deflated
For me to go farther
Little could be harder
But Father is a master
Of service, an art that
I should've mastered
Before a disaster
To put life before laughter
My Father a Master

Monday 13 June 2011

Looking Upwards

We are not from here
These realms of hellish facade
I am heavenly
As are you
Regardless of what they tell you
Regardless whether its the A or B team
We play for the same team
And walk around the same drum
As we drop from clouds and seep through
Earthly clay
And through the velvet
Elegantly trimmed curtains as we play Shakespeare's men
And women
The celestial is where we come from
In both tenses
We sit and marvel at wonders of the Mother
And rightly so as we glorify the Source
Who may produce His brilliance through many a means
Which means
Dubai is no Manhattan
But the Nile remains the Nile and the Amazon the Amazon
Rivers which we swam in before
The skill itself left us
Wanting and panting for breath like fish
Who leave the sea
If we could only see
That all the water in every glorious depth
was within us and running through our veins
Since the days we were born.

Friday 3 June 2011

Jeans With A Kurta On Top

My tattered past
Strips of it here and there
Across artificial borders
Historic notions of home
Blurred by visions of the present
And friends and family
And songs sung in different tongues
But a love song is a love song
I suppose

Fearing betrayal of both my houses
A plague has struck me
Of questions and uneasy answers
Said smiling because I love the asker
And want them to take me as their own
I am one of you
My blood is red and my soul hidden

Strange to read poems
To prose like questions
Like two different languages
So here we go again my friend
Having swam in both salt and sweet seas
I know they're both just bodies of water