At the state board
The speaker said- he spoke of soldiers.
My lovers...
All of them.
Young men
Full of valor
Full of anger
Full of pain
Righteous
All of them...
Prisoners of war-
All of them
"Where are you from?"
The lady asked-
My descent- Turkish:Arab:Indian:Persian
"Maybe if we all did that... Soon we'd all be the same and then there would be no need for wars..."
What a wonderful, wise woman
What a beautiful thought...
I saw him walk towards me
Head buried in his phone
At the gym
The man who had not spoken
In days-
Stubborn
With an ego to uphold...
He looked up
He saw me and his eyes lit up
He came forward to hug me
As I turned to embrace him he spoke
"Don't get too close!"
I took a step back
The story of us-
That little scene played it out
Me desiring closeness
And him too
And then the fear
And the push
DON'T GET TOO CLOSE!
He of course blamed it on illness
(Chuckle-)
(Don't get too close- the irony of reality!)
He asked me of my daughter
"Is she religious?"
Religion-
I wondered
What does that mean?
After all
Who cares?
I don't
I believe in GOD!
HE is my religion
Where I find him is my religion
What religion was Abraham
He is described as
An upright man
But what religion was he
He believed
In GOD
That was his religion
I suppose I am not too far off then
I saw her
At the gym too-
In her hijab
And I said to her
Eid mabruk!
She lit up
And we talked
At then end she said
"Thank you"
The raw gratitude so humbling to me
My understanding such a treasured gift
I know the feeling
It was mutual
Back home I cried a few tears
I saw my lovers
Shoot and kill my brothers
I saw them both bleed
My lovers and my brothers
And the odd thing was
The blood that they bled
Was the same
I laughed for a bit
Through my tears
It's red
Their blood
Both of them
It's red...
What madness
Am I mad?
Or are they mad?
Here I cry and laugh at the same time
It's red
Their blood
Both of them
It's red!
I scream
Through my grimace
Am I mad?
Or are they?
What madness is this?
Prisoners of war
Prisoners of pain
Maddened by grief
And GOD only knows
What more-
Prisoners in our mind
Imaginary wars
In imaginary minds
In an imaginary world
With imaginary lines
We choose to call borders
Yours!
Mine!
(Ours...?)
All of us
Just prisoners
Prisoners of imaginary lies
...
We all bleed red!
We are all the same-
8 comments:
You speak so simply of wisdom in others. I wonder... do you see the wisdom in yourself?
M
You speak so simply of the wisdom you see in others. I wonder... do you see the wisdom in yourself?
M
as a student of emotive poetry, I like this.
M
My dear sweet M
I love and miss you dearly...
Average Citizen
"Danke"
I belonged to no religion,
my religion is LOVE,
every heart is my temple...RUMI
I agree with you shahnaz... god isnt the property of anyone... he doesnt need our veils and beards... this is just the wrong wrong interpretations of THE SOLDIERS AND WARRIORS...he is the best QADAR SHANAAAS... he looks into our hearts... he loves us... wants to make us strong...wants us to return back to him.. wants us to believe him ... make him our first priority... appreciate his art... but I disagree with your example of abraham.. he was a messenger of god and had the same relegion as we have...You yourself is teacher... can you teach your students words without teaching them alphabets....the relegion for god is always one with the creation of Adam...it was slowly taught to us humans in different ages and stages and finally we humans saw the completion of morals in their best form when our prophet Muhammad SAW came to this world and completed gods message... why do we restrict ourselves to earlier religions and skip Islam while talking about humanity... while talking about god...
Leave the warriors on their fate...don't waste your energy in killing them and spilling their bloods...all of them themselves want *JEY LO* at their homes but in burqah... appreciate love and fine arts in hymN behavior as you always do... much love for the heart that sees so many things of beauty... :)
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