birds hold breath as
a lone soul cracks mystic-frost.
a lone soul cracks mystic-frost.
winter feigns, again
written for Haiku heights
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Friday, December 07, 2012
Storm
STORM....in three strokes
Winds insane weave
dreams of destruction
unmasked is life
Rain drops fall
to maim .. to undo
life ....yet.. fertile
Clouds breathe life
in gentle steps- life
returns home
Written for Haiku Heights
Monday, December 03, 2012
Saturday, December 01, 2012
Desert ... and.... Heat
Sand moves and becomes time
Time .....in hours minutes and seconds...
Time......in moments
Who says ....Time is frozen?
Who says ...Time waits?
Moments .....
Neither true .. nor ... False
Neither weak ... nor .. Strong..
Moments are moments....
grains of sand
that move....
a daze fills my self....
getting lost .....slowly
steadily....grain by grain
Letters meet and become words
the heart feels the heat
of the desert .....
I feel life ....not fertile ... not ... barren
I yearn for the morning sun
the chirping cricket of the night pristine...
the first drop of rain....
just like the tribe....
of grains ... of sand...
Come my love .....
come out... of moments.....
of my yearnings and desires.....
of the heat.. of being barren...
of the moistness of .. being fertile...
Speak my love.....
in my years of solitude....
in to my heart....
where every moment.. waits
only for you .
and time....
is infinite......and immobile....
Friday, June 01, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Saturday, May 19, 2012
The song of Anjaan Peer - Dance
What am I doing
men and women ,
boys in mere loin cloth ask me
Ask the cloud I say
it is white and full of wisdom
For it moves not on the will of its own
For it pours rain not on the will of its own
I am the cloud ....so I dance
being not of my own
Why do I dance
men and women
boys in mere loin cloth ask me
Their eyes are full of wonder
Ask the wave .. I say
It goes up and goes down
For the ocean is filled with wave and the wave is filled by the ocean
For who fills the ocean also makes the waves
I am the wave ....so I hold peace
in my bosom and in my womb
is my being .. not of my own
Why do I hold peace
men and women
boys in mere loin cloth ask me
Their mouths are open and their look up towards the sky
Ask the tree I say
For the tree holds the food for its young
and water for its newborn
For it holds dreams for the earth ....and life for the cattle
not a claim is claimed.. not a voice is heard
in my dwelling ...in my home...peace
is the being .... out of my own
what else can I do I ask myself ?
as I settle down by the tea pot
to behold peace ... to be a tree.. to dance .. to be a wave ...
to hold dreams for the earth ... and life for the living..
to be a boy with only a loin cloth ..and to fill the eyes with wonder as they live..
To long for you my Maula....
is no less human ...
For you to reach out to...
is no less divine...
Friday, May 18, 2012
Mask
the masked
are many - The one who
peels bleeds ..bliss
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the mask is
felt as seasons play
rain drops wait
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make me a
man out of nothing
tear my mask
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People are
only a mask apart
sworn by skin
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the mask is
felt as seasons play
rain drops wait
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make me a
man out of nothing
tear my mask
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People are
only a mask apart
sworn by skin
Written for haiku heights
prompt mask
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Song of Anjaan Peer : Ecstasy
Is it a journey.....
into a land of no land
no time...
no space..
I am no longer aware....
not that I choose to be so ..
what is being unaware..
when you are every where.
Out of me... and inside.
with in and with out..
Is it foolish then....
to yearn for you
in the form .....
of the spoken word
or the sound of the breath
or even silence..
as I walk...
this journey.....in solitude
I find.... my self
searching for that one ....east
where I shall find the sun rising...
or that .. one ...whisper from the bosom of mountains
make me awake....
I am devoid of directions....
and in this being.... I become
a Darvesh....
St 1. questions.
..
St 2. expanding awareness.
St 3 yearning for physical manifestation.....aum/prana/
St.4....the search..
St a 5...the simplicity of becoming.....
the last word..... the being
around a cool corner
Here .... I touch ...you ...
the....moist.. earth......no its not ...
actually its feels... like a stone .....
life less.....motion less and time less.....all of which
is not me.......
You tell me......its all over....and give it back ......the kiss
for the life in ur hand......and you dont talk.... you dont cry...you dont allow me to...
either.....
I begin to close my eyes.... and hold the cold palms on my face to wipe
the sweat......of fear.... of loosing you....for ever....
Thats the moment......I know...again... that love is true
I know that to loose you.......is no fiction....
its real......
the rock speaks.... the truth and only the truth... and in nights of may some ...
.stones arent supposed to be cool
Strangers... we were... and
in tru love strangers we became......
Thursday, May 10, 2012
The song of Anjaan Peer - I miss you
May be .. it is ... the wine
Truth is intoxicating too
And so is your love
as I move from the mundane
come along ...o .my beloved....in real...as
I walk......your life ....and breathe ......your wisdom
O my maula
why come into a life
as a dream...... be real.... be a vision...
in flesh and bones, in sweat and in breath
Should I wait for you to come .. into my life.. when
Should I wait for you to come .. into my life.. when
I know I am the one ....in your bosom...
sacred and mystic........you keep me alive....and so I live
why pick a fight
that you have no desire to endure
why loose a fight
that you have already won
What do I say to you ... I wonder
In my stillness you stay...... as the silence
In my wonder you remain as.......the present
Why you had to go?
and where did you go?
I grow old by the hour....yet
the times of my life appear frozen
and framed ...the leaf that fell
and the butterfly that flapped.... its wings
were real........indeed the timeless waves reach out...
Restless... I am ....in my sleep ... you are the relentlessness.. of my dream
O my maula
to which world you dissappeared
and from which world you came...will I ever know ?
I dont know ...and I dont even care for it sometimes
The world... this one ... or that .... or any other
are all replete....just with a few moments of togetherness
just as ....a full moon caught ....... in a mirror
anointed..... untouched
Anjaan Peer = Unknown mystic....
Hour
by the hour
the girl calls- tears in
her own earth
her own earth
dampness scorched -clay feet
she knows not
she knows not
the night and the day
darkness stays
darkness stays
dreams run down bruised cheeks
yet she smiles
yet she smiles
yet she plays the swing
Monday, April 30, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
insanity
unknown smiles anew
insane mind breeds the vast
words of fire cut ice
April challenge
Prompt : poets choice - insanity
Friday, April 27, 2012
Temptation
tempted to the core
old rummy -on the rocks
leaves of change grow green
April challenge
Prompt: Temptation
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Kismet
in the nook of mind
she hides, kismet - children live
the swing in solitude
April challenge
prompt; kismet
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
bliss
famished mosquitoes
yearn in darkness - bliss is to
sneak in here and now
April Challenge
Prompt: Bliss
Monday, April 23, 2012
Mesmerized
In your eyes were hymns
held unlaced- blossoms of may
mesmerized in beats
April Challenge
Prompt: Mesmerized
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Still
Today the music
begins - here and now I lie
in stillness , you breathe
you breathe
the song of silence
the song of silence
ice melts
tears
kiss earth
gently
Still
I
Stay
Still
I
Stay
for haiku heights
april challenge
prompt: Still
Friday, April 20, 2012
renovation
Earth lies low
renovation is
on the cards
April Challenge
Haiku heights
Prompt: Renovation
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Being
frozen moments as
whispers ravish time-breathe your
being into mine
April Challenge
Prompt: Being
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