Evening Light Is Failing

Time is standing still, Finally still for me. As I see the water fall silent, My gentle wind is free. Shattered glass of myriad memories, Fall unto the green water. And the river shines a red glow, As the flickering shadows grow longer. Its time for you to set, My Divine Light, Long have you shined at heights. Long have you warred the mighty rain clouds, Against dark nights with dying lights. For once the horizon is not black, The oceans are quiet as a still morning calm. The winds are retreating into the mountains white, And no rain clouds threaten the winter lark. When the last wave on ocean shores broke, The sun died into the welcoming night. The water was still as the winter snow, As the light disappeared beyond their sights. Sleep my Sun, sleep forever, Rest your light for the morning after. For you may yet rise again, Like a phoenix burning in an orange light. But then the morning never came, And with it never came the sunlight. This sunset was final it seems, For the morning never met the horizon bright. This will be my last poem I guess. I'm quitting.

Cheating Shadows...

Ive got aged jars with venom floating inside, when i wished for clouds so silver lined, and is it its insanity that beckons me, or is it your ignorance that holds the key. The tunnel ended in light, I ran as you came, the house breaking down, in its mason's mains, and as soon as I touched you and held you as mine, you vanished yet lingered, like passing time. Body spinning in circles, eyes searching for stones, no rubble, no blood, finally a home, every wish, every prayer finally come true, and I'm stuck ouside, with a brand new,you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Dying Of The Light

Take me away, to a land of oceans, Where the land is swallowed by the withering waves. Where the water is swept by the buffeting wind, And a red darkness envelops the sky. Where the stars are dying in the dark night, There shall the solar wind fall. To bury the last strands of the final light, The forest trees stand tall. The clouds are the enemy, Who have captured the evening light. The hail of rain pierces the oceans black, As it falls through the mourning night. Destroying waves rise a mile high, But still can't free the sun. The bleak horizon darkens with tears, Falling from the dying sun. How can the moon now rise, Without the sun's light? What's beyond the clouds no one shall know, For the sun has lost its final fight.

Flecks

I am an eraser- I rub away your pain and sorrow. Give you a little of me Willingly... my heart and soul Soon all of me whole, Till I'm not shiny and new, I don't erase like I used to. I'm still there ... as I am erased all the way, away So I've given you me- Would erase it all away for you again. But now who is to erase the sorrow? the end of me has become? I ask now- What has become of us? And where are we now? ----------------------------------------------------------- Oh you all know I can no longer write, I no longer write. It was good to read all of yours again. I do advise you finally see those comments I should have written a long time ago. Please come back. I'll let you know, I'm here. But maybe not for long? Heylo all. I still love you.

Paper dreams

i knead my Sunday dreams on blank sheets and kites that you paint with blossoms of purple, red and white. these walls i build high as to hide the sun, you touch time and turn them to bridges in a while. through that door which i never opened, you send me a lullaby will you sing it again when am lost in the sea of mirrors without a name? will you? In a bubble I blend, to the rhythm of the sun, in shadows I die, to be that rain which could pass the borders and bleed with the earth to regain those leaves where you wrote my name. like those secrets your lip holds, the grains of sands lie dead, shall i hold them as they slip? to make them the roots of a tree that will always remain. the pages have changed to paper boats and planes, just like those dreams you hide in that valley with no wind, shall i call them back, counting every changing shade of seasons to hold your hand at the break of dawn? shall i?

Departure

Walking among woods never did a shepherd found his lost sheep Everything breaks, even a stone, but the mountains couldn't cry, whispered the sky to lend them some rain as they counted clouds touching and leaving away. The hands that cupped to hold a river moved away, and never were the two grains seen, one that slipped away and the other that tried to built a shelter in between the walls of two fingers, two grains of sand attached to one branch no one saw when they met became one and left.

The lonely city candy affair

A pause in this loneliest city, A dialog I add of footprints emerging In chapter of turndown eternity. Since I turn only to you undone, In retiring light of the morning moon, In stoic light of the evening sun. It shadows my fairish glitter. It blinds one if the sweetened white, I’d shirk divorcing the mirror. Shirk not envying the postman. He pleases to please, ceases to cease. For how your talk goes my pen. The comfort I jilt of my shelter, A bedpost and a seascape on the wall, The universe for knocking later, To become a mistletoe pendant. On your oak where metaphors bloom. My darling oxymoron, old friend. On the bed cared-for when we lie, Secretly open-eyed and close-hearted In the compass of a needle eye, Tickle not my fancy to flee often To the slightest ice on the coldest lake! Dilemma of half-lost, half-gotten. Infant and redundant up the sky, Down they blur to divide and conquer. Sad! I can’t more than clouds cry. Blurry streets I can’t but dread, Where with each blink of my eye fades The imprint of your silhouette. -Fareed