Friday, September 17, 2010

Lusts of the flesh



Funny that I wait for my phone to ring
Though I haven’t the slightest clue, what to say to you
I don’t even know you, but I want to say I love you
I want to say I’ll be here for you, I’ll wait for you
Care for you, breathe for you, and smile for you
I do that every minute of the day you know,
Smile for you.

Rub my feet against yours again
Clasp my hand and squeeze again
Embrace me and hold me tight for once
Kiss my brow and find my pouty lips
Touch my stomach and don’t be afraid to feel my heart
I won’t question if you want to go further
I want to find you, be with you
Fly with you to a far away land
Fall in love with you and blow away your mind.

Please don’t make it stop, freeze time instead
Please don’t burst my bubble, don’t make a sound
Let me marinate, just a while longer
I don’t care if you reciprocate, just don’t ruin it for me
I believe, let me believe
I don’t ask for much, just let me breathe
Breathe you in, dream of you, play with you,
Stay with you, stare at you, and sleep with you. Kiss you.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Who are we?




They make us cut our locks, by their piercing looks
We change our wardrobes, so we are not labeled rebels
So we can fit, and attain goals masked by the mist
How they rule over our creative souls is cruel.

They say we look shabby, and out goes our ragged denim
That music its too loud, and there we are turning it down
Rock and roll is the devil's, at them we could throw pebbles
But why don't we? Scared spineless we!

Hiding our tattoos, as if they were marks of failure
Not pursuing painting, for we can't defend what is for sure
Here we are frustrated, with a boring job to endure
If only we made that call, do we not know our cure?

Shifting in our coloured skin, as if we don't belong
Speaking silence, for fear of saying it wrong
Are we not of this race, this very human song
Of freedom, of power? enslaved for how long?

You marry her, and yet you kiss his face
In the closet you sit and long for same else
Unfair to your wife and untrue to yourself
All because they prosecute and persecute

Why do we let them prevail, and retreat behind our veils
Have we a good response? have we no bravery as to riposte?
Its a shame, that we have no name amongst them
But what they call us, make us, FAKE US!

Sunday, September 5, 2010

So you know


From Sufi Rabia -

In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?

- Rabia al Basri [1]

(Via Arif Jinha)