Tears tore the heart of a rose
Fell and shattered in sorrow,
A thousand cries heard
Hurt and pain, ached broken,
...
A bud of being tattered dirty all alone
in an alley sits eating mudied crumbs.
red strange eyes tired see but see not.
dried boney hands sit still, weary holding.
...
Stop, hold your mind still
Look into this face of void
Rivers of sadness are dry
Beds are ragged and cracked
...
Alone so utterly alone my being
to the sunset played my horn
breath broken and tattered and torn
In each note tears were blown
...
listless and so utterly alone
stretched my hand of hope
darkness took it into it
switched on the strings of my life
...
Your eyes gave me a smile
A smile of a silent wish
A hope to have and hear
...
venom of rejected has polluted and poisoned
manufactured lies where no smoke nor fire thrive
but not the heart of truthful soul the sacred seat
venomous mind slithered silently darkly on
...
the heart heard a great ache
the great minds guilty gathered
pain punished in penance dark
a tear tore from the eyes pure
...
Sitting under the dark shadow
Lowered lashes, bent under yoke
protection of prayer submitted
...
O words of beauty and beyond
open your heart and feel this seeker
fill the thirst of this vast wasteland
a mad mind that is fired to reach light
...
Astray in the thick of fogged time
Greif Breathing in flesh full of decay
Wandering, not knowing time or place
...
Darkness slithered in and devastation
Calling empty hands in a fist to the sky
Hold, hold, the hands of pity call out
...
With broken walls of tormented slumber
With the serpentine sanctuary of lies taken
The light made deeds naked to my soul
To see the ultimate shame of nothing pride
...
Melancholy Mind
Tears tore the heart of a rose
Fell and shattered in sorrow,
A thousand cries heard
Hurt and pain, ached broken,
Bowels of life were torn
From the throb of breath,
Laughter bade good bye
Joy wore a silent shroud,
To pass on and see not
Hear and feel nothing be,
Alas my heart drums
My mind cannot forget,
Memories of yesterdays
Kiss her smiling curled lips
Endless embrace of eyes,
Tender river of soft sweet sigh
Stars and moon my witness are,
Dearly loved throbs in melancholy mind
o heart cease not lest in her my being
is lost in the finite of being yet being not.
shokat habib
12/27/2010