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Eden roses. Blooming cherry blossom trees. The confusing joy. Stylish hijabs. Hesitations of a woman. The pleasure of believing. The works of Rumi. A distant muse, A solitary moon Over the Arabian Sea, A pining heart. The days I spend, Chasing a dream. The nights I lose, Following a silhouette. ©drjal02, © https://www.poeticnoesis.com/ Mango people
She said: we are mango people, We don't read or write poetry; We don't create, or knead A better universe for others; We don't weave the peace With our acts, words or tweets. He said: the comparison Is an insult, a denigrating Act, against the mangoes; Our magical fruit Pleases our senses, Never schemes Using serpentine thoughts, Never spews the venom. ©drjal02, © https://www.poeticnoesis.com/ An Attic Hand
There is a steed of life, within all of us. It is tall, muscular, hyperventilating with the air of our desires. We all mount it, gaily, carrying an armour of reason, a sword of free will. We all make our steed neigh, trot, and gallop at our own will; until an Attic Hand grabs its reins. (Poet's Espresso Review- USA) ©️drjal02 Proem
I believe in reason, In free will, In science, In human stupidity, And in the magic of love. I believe we are slaves Of our habits, Our desires, our biases. I believe our decisions Are mostly automatic, Bypassing reason. I know science casts doubts About free will, And flirts with Determinism, But that negates Our individual responsibility. I have doubts about Fatalism, About pre-determined destiny, As they contradict The concept of divine justice. I believe we can change things If we have a burning desire To change, remain persistent, And are willing to face failures. One needs thousand pages book, An encyclopaedia, to explain Such complex beliefs. This is my Proem. (14/04/22) ©drjal02, © https://www.poeticnoesis.com/ Social media
Like an irresistible intrusive impulse I keep checking my social media accounts, More than I initially thought I would. Everyone here carries a tongue Of Martin Luther King, a heart of Rumi, A soul of Mandela, a mind of Socrates; Everyone here uses Likes and Shares, A new currency of altruism and activism. Everyone here sends love emojis Across the oceans, yet ignoring Their families, their friends, across the tables, Their neighbours down the streets. People discover their inner activist, Inner philosopher, inner poet, Inner prejudice and bigotry here. People behave like celebrities here. My News-feed is colourful like a rainbow. Sadness has evaporated from our perfect Timelines, yet sharp icicles of loneliness Hang from the grey ceilings of our minds. ©drjal02, © https://www.poeticnoesis.com/ Forgotten orphans
The face of an orphan boy, sitting In a lawn of an orphanage, is imprinted On the canvas of my mind. Like an autumn leaf that has fallen From the tree of life, during the spring, he sat Among the scattered autumn leaves. A veil of misery covered his face. An emptiness in his heart overflowed Through his sorrowful eyes. He sat, wearing the raiment Of sadness, orphaned By the arrows of a conflict. His haunting eyes, tattered garments, revealed His sail, a ship without a rudder, On the turbulent waters of life. He lived in a local orphanage like a bird With broken wings, with a childhood Crowned by poverty. His childhood is stolen, With insecurity Sowed in his heart, With a crown of thorns Placed on his head. His bruised heart whispers Into the ears of my soul: The cries of orphans, like him, fall on the walls of His political masters- a legion of pygmies, His priests- a band of empty tin pots, His people- a multitude numbed by a turmoil. With no helping hand To rescue them from the claws Of poverty and despair, they beseech The heavens to relieve their sufferings. They whisper with the lips of their hearts Into the ears of the divinity. They invoke the all-seeing eyes Of the Providence: to induce an awakening, To plant the seeds of compassion, In the hearts of their indifferent countrymen. ©drjal02, © https://www.poeticnoesis.com/ The dinner
This is our first dinner: we sit in a restaurant, you are in an olive green dress, carrying a Louis Vuitton handbag, I am aware of my heartbeat; the paisley rug, the crewel embroidery curtains, the engraved copper samovar, kahwa, remind of home; the evening is dewy, food rich. I am caught in the finesse of your eyes, lips; weaving the net of my new dreams. ©drjal02, © https://www.poeticnoesis.com/ Like a poem
Sitting in a cafe Of a hotel lobby, I read her patiently Like a poem. Her every feature, well aligned, Stimulates an imagery, Evokes desires, Infuses longing. Her smiles, dimples, Playful eyes, The vanilla scent Of her skin, The dexterity Of hands, and lips, The colour of her Hijab, The curl of her back, All crafted together Like the stanzas of a poem. Her every glance, Every laughter, And the sound Of every syllable, like a metaphor, Enough to ignite The fire of imagination. ©drjal02, ©https://www.poeticnoesis.com/ I carry you with me
Your deep sea eyes Where hearts drown Like wrecked ships; Your fragrant hair Where butterflies hide Like in flowerbeds; Your soothing words Where serenity flows Like in snow flakes. I carry you with me, Your inviting glances That ignite new desires; The veil of your shyness That cloaks little secrets; The curl of your back Where you hide the treasures; The chink of the little hearts That hang from your bracelet. I know you are far far away. But no distance can fade Your voice from my house, Your scent from my dreams, Your silhouette from my mind, Your colours from my sky. @drjal02 How I imagine you in Ramadan
Fasting, wrapped in a black hijab. On a prayer mat, Facing towards the Mecca, reading Holy Quran, bowing In a long Sujud To whisper prayers In the ears Of the divinity. How I imagine you Perform night, tahajjud, prayers; Wake up for Sehri, a morning Meal before the sunrise; count The names of Allah With the rosary Of Turkish prayer beads; upload Hadith on Instagram; Visiting bustling bazaars To buy dates, basil Seeds and Falooda For breaking the fast. Here I see you, a poem, becoming A morning breeze, a prayer, An Iftar sherbet, For my restless heart. ©drjal02, © https://www.poeticnoesis.com/ Desires of my mad heart
In the silence of a peninsula, my mad mad heart whispers in the ears of a cold night: I want to look into her secret filled inviting eyes, and whisper the tales of love into her ears; I want to find the sweetness in her mouth, and feel the silk of her company; I want to tie the Eden rose to her fragrant hair, and set a fire in the forest of her desires; I want to sip the wine of her valleys, and dance in the alleyways of her dreams; I want to give wings to her bubbling dreams, and find the remedy for my sorrows. As I watch the tempest, the whirlwind, of my unbridled desires, I order my heart to be patient. @drjal02 How to be happy
"Never", say philosophers, chase happiness. More you chase it, more elusive happiness becomes. If you can learn to invest in your family, friends, community, and work, and not move like an unhinged asteroid; If you can find a purpose, beyond yourself, to live, and not get caught in your vanities; If you can find an activity, a hobby, where you forget the daily drudgery, and live in the present moment; If you can remember everyone gets his share of problems, and learn to carry a hope despite life's tribulations; If you can use gratitude to tame your unbridled desires, and learn to interpret life experiences more positively; And if you can stop, throwing seeds on sand, chasing happiness, THEN you will discover the truth: "happiness is a side effect of leading a good, meaningful, life". (Poet's Espresso Review- USA) ©️drjal02 |
PoemsThese poems have been previously published in various literary journals, magazines, books and anthologies around the globe including the UK, the USA, India, Ireland and Canada.
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