Seed

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As blood spills
It seeps
Into sands and other surfaces
Becomes seed as a blood stained rose surfaces
We know the thorns too well you see
Lost in intimacy
Used to the searing
Listening but not hearing
To the blood everyday
That drips
From lips
And limbs
And salt water tears
Rubbed into the wounds of women
From the beginning
Probably begging
The silent victims of the bomb drop
The fire fight
The lost plot
The non stop
The screaming and the jaw lock
Are the children of blood everyday
I hope the words made your jaw drop

Serenity And Her Son

She came draped in dark green
Among all the colour and chaos
She looked like dignity.
Serenity stood
With her son by her side
I tried to shake his hand
But no response
I had no wings

And then she did
And when she did
Like resonance
His smile multiplied
Ecstatic joy
Pure as his Mother's face

And as she spoke
She sang
The note was high
Piano
With crystal keys.
Peace be upon you
She asked him to reply
But we spoke a different tongue
I spoke,
They'd sung

Then they left
Like a tide
In this desert
Mirage like; the tide alone
No sea at her back
But her son at her front
Away maybe to sway another soul
To put a smile on a face
They say you can meet angels
I saw a compelling case...

African Vibrant

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She walked out
Limping
For reasons God knew
In her multi colour
Dressing
Sharp spikes of yellow
And darks
The African vibrant
Against the white and silver
That dullness
The blandness
Of terminal 4
Arrivals
As her arrival
Was different
Though she didn't seem to know it
I couldn't see her face yet
But somehow I seem to know it
There was tiredness in movement
Pain perhaps
No amazement
No awe or surprise
At the fact she's under British skies
Where did she come from?
I could've checked the screen
But didn't
I watched on
She slowly limped
To her son it must've been
And hugged
And kissed
And loved
And shook his hand
He smiled
like we all do
Her story unknown
Sadly I could guess at heartache
How awful of me
Or them
Or us?

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

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

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.

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