Delta One

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Where is this home which I cannot find
I have gone to the farthest horizons-
And to the hazy shores
Yet, this home which is missing
I could not even find its door
So I climbed the mountains and sat in their sinful peace
But the home I was looking for–
I could not find its lost keys
Even the desert was as empty as it could be
Because the earth oozed this cold bitterness
I turned inwards to my soul
But it was not at ease
And I tried looking for this home then
In the heavens, people and even trees
They were as haunted as they could ever be
And maybe vagrants are not meant–
To find a home
Or maybe it was never meant to be
So I turned away from myself
And maybe that is why home was lost to me
Or maybe, within me there was nowhere to go
So it is was cold and hollow as it could be
And even the stray raven has a place to go
So maybe–
It was not about where I am going
But where I was coming from
But alas!
Even there I could not find
A place to rest my torpor
And that is why the space was as daunting as it could ever be

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A Fable; Part Three–The End

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But there were fireworks and this was the glory
For this is just another story
Slowly the Grey Rose would die away
And the Piano’s tunes, forgotten
The two—buried apart
And the memoirs will also fade
Yet the stars would still be there
And the moon, the sun
And the freckled sky
And somewhere would fly a Purple Dove
And a Blue Kite would fall in love with it
Glass will shatter and the pages will turn
Swings will oscillate and the pendulum will break
For such is love; a curious display

A Fable; Part Two–Love and Purpose

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But was it dead or was it alive
What was it’s purpose?
Who was it for?
The Stars did not know
And the Moon was not sure
The Sun was perplexed
Yet the Piano knew
For it had fallen in love
With the Grey Rose
It’s petals remained of dust
Like the Piano’s internal rust
It’s stillness filled the sky
Like the Piano’s still cries
It complimented the brilliant moon
Like the Piano did the dusty room
And when the time would be right
The Piano would look outside the window at night
The Grey Rose would be there
And the Piano would sing a tune
And it was a love so complete
But doomed
Like a sailor’s ship on the island, marooned

A Fable; Part One–The Flower

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From the shadows of the empty bed
And fires of the lonely nights
When the moon stood forlorn
Was born a Grey Rose
On the dusty and barren land
Which told tales not of love or lust
Nor of glee and freedom
Nor of togetherness
Nor did it speak of evil
Nor of sadness
Or for that matter–
morbid fabricated tales
Of love lost and death
It was a tale of a scavenger
A yearning
A longing and waiting
It was a reprise–
Of stagnated sheltered dreams

Orange Canary

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There was a grey fire here last night
It burnt the roof of the city down
The orange canary sang in wilderness
The red dog wept in sadness
The purple cat hid in dismay
The people stared at the sea
That was an escape and this was the dream
The trees were ash and the house on the hill…
Turned rust
And the golden canary sang in its nest
They looked for me and I tried to hide
This was the story and it was a test
The whole city was burnt and there was smoke
People looked at the sky
For it was far and that was the cry

I Will Close My Eyes

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Was it a full circle?
Is it a vice
If it is death, then I will close my eyes
The cracks have now reached the end of the road
Darkness leaps from door to door
The Swan glided while the Raven danced
If it is death then I will close my eyes
But the mountain fire raged in an orange glory
The stars seemed to be fading
The ocean had turned black
And if it is death then I will close my eyes

Ufaq

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I left myself at the nape of the road
I moved ahead, yes far ahead
When I looked back, I could see a speck
Which was myself
Yet I trudged on-wards
Until I amalgamated with the horizon
There I met You
And you were a speck too
So I looked to see myself,
I could no longer see anything
And when I looked at You
You were gone, and I met myself
But I could not touch myself
Neither could I turn into myself
Nor could I see, or touch You
So I cried a sea
And I became the sea while You became the sky
And I looked at You,
You looked back at me
I was You, and You were me
Thus we come to know how–
The Sky is a reflection of the Sea
And the Sea is a mirror of the Sky
And on the horizon even today
There stands a speck…