Just pretending

A sound I’m hearing

Evryone’s stopped believing

But I never will

I’ll never be part of their pages

I’ve got my owns to fill

My own unspoken rages

Quiet you don’t see me

Truthful you don’t hear me

But you just know it’s here

The time’s not gone

It’s just arrived

We’ve shaken hands

And now we’re giving chances

Not wasting each other

Believing in another

We’re building up the dream

We’re starting up a new lead

It’s the tomorrow that came early

And some old day that still lives on

Regrets shattering you surely

Conflicted you are

but you shouldn’t let it be unseen

what’s inside your heart

can be a cure to what you don’t see

so let it out

don’t hide inside that bitter water

no harm no foul

give yourself a chance

as many as you can

and if ever

you stopped giving

call my number

and be sure I gladly will

There is hope ,solidarity and the tingling enigma of a patriot

Then comes a place in time where the parent of enthusiasm is perpetual hope.

I see reflections staring back at tangled theologies.

The urgency within me , the craving of a breakthrough.

In betwixt the realms of hope is the holler against negligence.

Submerging in the eloquent verity besieged in my soul.

Hoping against hope

Fighting against fights

Conquering back the essence lost against time

Rekindling morality

Invoking solidarity

I walk , I walk towards the mystified horizons of justice

The world that will be different

Just

Kind

Listening to the hymns of divinity with hopes encapsulated with sadness

Bottled up anguish

Leashing out to the obscure

Enlightening perceptions for reconciliation

And then hopes meet justice , confinement meets liberty

Here I rise again with the memory of the thought that shall live in me

And the one I must relinquish

Amid the cogitation I have found the purpose of my existence

Probably not the one that really is but profoundly one I will embrace and I do .

And may death do us apart .

“WE ARE COMING!”

From the lips of schoolkid raising an answering finger
To the tongue of the mother tasting stew made with ginger
From the ear of the hunter listening for hoofsteps
To the eye of the pilgrim taking footsteps
From the screams of the woman birthing beneath a hut
To the whistles of a starving man skinning a rat
From the fetish priest dancing around the fire
To the invalid shivering beneath ruminant-skin attire
To the shores of the deep blue sea
Where the waves signal aquatic fauna to flee

“WE ARE COMING!”

Ignoring the strangers calling us monkeys
Mocking our hurting soles from the top of their donkeys
Raising above head-level,our spears
Raising in hysteria,voices that scare our fears
Accepting accusations of abandoning tradition
But still sneaking to embark on our expedition
Staying true to our deep roots
Searching for nutrients to bear our fruits
Silent as the earthly home for the dead
Heavier hearts than elephants fed with lead

“WE ARE COMING!”

Even as some of our own resent us
Wishing GOD didn’t invent us
Claiming they now live on the cooked,garnished earth
And our side is is on a candlelit hearth
As we teach our kids to be better leaders
Helping them chase dreams faster than cheetahs
Spelling out an antonym for war
Inculcating contentment though we strive for more
Anytime you outline our land from a replica
Listen to that portion of your globe called Africa
To everyone you have reason to tell
That you heard my people yell

“WE ARE COMING!”

when everybody i trust lets me down
and joy doesn’t know the way to my town

when i’m blinded by love and refuse to take caution
and watch on as my better-half subtracts her portion

when my wealth once abundant
vanishes as i remain redundant
the moment my future i saw so bright
suddenly looses its source of light

when people i call family
become synonymous to enemy
moments friends i call dear,walk on by
as though they can’t pronounce “hi”

the day my parents go to heaven without permission
leave me to finish their life mission
moments i try to find any use for my life
but rather reach my neck with a knife

when i know the right words to say
yet,things don’t go my way

to drown that creature called sorrow
and make sure it returns not,tomorrow
I’ll go to that place where the colors of the rainbow are million in number
and Ill count each without the threat of slumber

to them,I was too inquisitive to be seven
so when granpa died,they said he’d journeyed to heaven

I’d go to jail if I ever stole
so i fervently asked for sweets in the toffee-bowl

my guardian angel cuddled me to sleep
and my soul was the Lord’s to keep

unbearable pain awaited me,if I played with fire
a warning that burnt my desire

no matter how he managed to look scary
Tom would never make meal of Jerry

everything would work according to God’s plan
so someday I’d grow to be a great man

I’d make some bad choices in my life
and someone’s daughter would be my wife

I’d also have people to call my children
and I’d tell the same stories told to me then

Now that I’m a grown person
and my doubts ought to worsen

I rather note the infinite indication
that,all I once heard has its vindication

Is a possibility

To say you have me

In an impossibility

You could be mine

But I would never be yours

Why not play around?

While we are still around

Who is to say there will be a tomorrow?

Who is to say we might care

Why not make the most of it?

While I still care!

I float with the clouds

I wine and dine with the moon

And sleep with the stars

The earth moves beneath me

I rise above it

Sometimes I am from Hindustan

Sometimes I am from Pakistan

I am here, while I am also there

At times I am everywhere

Never you mind who I am?

I am who I am.

It was here before I came along

It will remain after I leave

You and I have only just met

But our DNA has been here

It’s been waiting for us to claim it

It’s been waiting for us to re-name it

It’s been waiting

It’s been propagating

So why are we wasting time?

Why not make a go of it?