the Creation

i don’t believe for a moment
that he rested on the seventh
if you are a creator
and enjoy creating
rest is indeed tiresome

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Salt and Sweet

from a complex inspiration
He created the teardrop
a simple release of grief
or an expression of joy
just the right amount of salt

to the intricacy of hives
worker bees carry nectar
conceive cells of honey
a universal remedy
just the right amount of sweet

~Inspired by these words someone said to me

“well, all life on earth is dependent on bees and algae on the surface of the ocean
we are killing the bees and acidification of the oceans are killing the algae
so sweet…and salt
we are killing both
yet both are needed for all life to exist”

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there was a time

there was a time
when i stared
at my almost
empty blog
and i thought
“what will i write about?”

and today
i believe
there’s little
i can’t write about

words don’t become less
the more you use them
on the contrary
is a bottomless cauldron
of magical inspiration
stirred by faith
that out of nothing
there will be something
and even everything

creativity thrives
if you choose
to practise it

If you neglect your art for one day
it will neglect you for two
~ Chinese Proverb

Gratitude, smiles and best wishes to every one of you who supports and encourages me.

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truths or lies

there are more lies
in truths of today
than they were
in yesterday’s lies
how many lies
there will be

what you hear
truths or lies
add a grain of salt
no truth
nor any lie
is constant

your perception
of truth or lie
will change
over time
and experience
with history uncovered
through every narrator

only you
can recognise
your own truths
only you
can fabricate
your own lies

don’t be

go beyond the truth
there waiting to be asked
lie the right questions

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first call

dawn fast approaches
water splashed on sleepy eyes
standing tall on hurriedly unrolled mats
and the day’s first call of prayer

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Secrets Within Secrets

the dead can’t speak
the living won’t speak
secrets within secrets
what more do you want?

the dreams you killed
our grief belittled
secrets within secrets
what more have we left?

the fears unexpressed
and greed is spread
secrets within secrets
what more can we hide?

when leaders are bound
our voices have no sound
secrets within secrets
what is left to be said?

when the rhythm will break
and only echoes reflect
secrets within secrets
that silence dutifully buried
is there anyone who cared?

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Never Too Late

Never too late to forgive
Nor too soon to forget
what you cannot forgive, you must forget
what you cannot forget … forgive

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Seven Veils

it took seven veils
of light chiffon
to conceal her
till only amber eyes
remained, warm
like a fragrance at night

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Alone, Alone I Will Go

This week’s Dungeon Prompts challenge is Until Our Last Breath. What would I imagine thinking about as I take my final breaths. This is not something I tend to write about, and whatever did form in my mind made me cry and was too personal to share. If you notice with my poetry, I don’t or very rarely use obvious references to my personal life. So, I had been holding on to this poem debating whether to share it or not.

Then, these words came to my mind. Possibly the closest thing I could call my life mantra, I have oft-repeated these words to my daughters. In fact, my younger daughter was late in talking, but when she finally could talk (more about her in my first poem The Listener), she spoke this verse more fluently than any nursery rhyme, song or prayer:

Khudi ko kar buland itna
Ke har taqdeer se pehle
Khuda bande se khud pooche
Bataa teri raza kya hai

Elevate yourself to such an extent that even God, before issuing every decree of destiny, should ask you: Tell me, what is your desire?
~ Dr. Sir Muhammad Iqbal

I realise that in sharing this poem I have been courageous and made a personal achievement to elevate myself towards my own destiny. So here is my response to Until Our Last Breath

Alone, Alone I Will Go

Alone, alone I will go
Evaporated with my final breath
Surrounded by regrets
And gratitude

Alone, alone I will go
It is me and my deeds
And their fruits
Whether bitter or sweet

Alone, alone I will go
Leaving behind my achievement
An unexpected inner strength
For you to inherit

Alone, alone I will go
Hoping you will remember me
With celebration, my beloved
Music and words

Alone, alone I will go
But not too far
I will watch over
And fiercely guard you

Alone, alone I will go
I did my best
Please forgive me
I was a mere human

Alone, alone …

This I dedicate to my two special daughters and to our struggle, which we face with faith. I am grateful to God and recognise that He manifests Himself through my family, friends and even strangers.

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For about 3 or 4 days, I kept remembering a song vaguely. I had forgotten its name, in addition I couldn’t recollect the band. All I remembered was it was definitely a 70’s band and either the band or the song itself started with the letter “S”. I tried not to think about it, but you know, the more you don’t think about something, the more it consumes you.

So tonight, on a hunch I Googled all the 70’s bands starting with the letter “S”, hoping that it wasn’t the song which started with “S”. It took a few searches…and YES! as soon as I saw the name I recognised the band….Supertramp and their classic The Logical Song


When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily,
Joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
Logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
Clinical, intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.

Now watch what you say or they’ll be calling you a radical,
Liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re
Acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!

At night, when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run so deep
For such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.

Soon as I heard this song, I had a response to this week’s Dungeon Prompts – Driven. All our basic down-to-earth values have been swept aside and we have been fed to learn to become intellectual, logical, practical, cynical…a vegetable. I feel alive when I visualise a world where we can heartily enjoy and share freely, without exchanging material values or having the need to dress appropriately or speak about what is “acceptable”. Where the spirit of togetherness, acceptance of each other, spreading the beauty of this world supercedes ambition, greed, self-centeredness and most importantly pride. We have killed the child in us.

How I wish we could unlearn it all and go back to basics….

Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.


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