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Feels Like Rain

I went to bed last night queasy and irritated. I have no idea why. When I woke up in the morning, it was a bit later than usual, but it was still dark outside. Turns out it was raining. I love rains, they usually put me in a calm, quiet, peaceful state where nothing else seems to matter. But today they didn’t make me calm, nor peaceful. It reminded me of about the same time about a year ago. The empty mosque at ‘Asr consolidated that denseness in my heart. And as if out of pure hatred, this song started playing on my iPod. By the way, the title of the post is on John Hiatts wonderful song – Feels Like Rain.

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Me and I

Posted by Absar | Posted in Life And Love, Poetry | Posted on 22-05-2010

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I was preparing my computer for an OS upgrade today, so I was going through the usual making-sure-that-your-backups-are-up-to-date routine… okay so maybe that isn’t a routine.. hell I rarely ever take backups :P But anyway I was doing that today. And while going through the three million documents in the “Documents” folder, I came across a lot of stuff I had written some time back and forgotten about. And I thought I’d start posting some of those things here. Here’s the first of those. And please, no Haaza kuf’r on this ;)

Me and I

O traveller, O company,
Where do your Gods take you?
To a numbered cloud,
To a stature proud?
Away from deception,
To a utopia unfound?
Do you walk with One of them,
Standing by your back,
Always waiting, always watching?
Do you you walk with one of them,
Like the air inside your chest,
Like the breath that never draws?
Are your footsteps divine,
Like the whispers they said?
Do your nights shine,
With the light of the brightest day?
Do they give you their dreams,
When slumber may fall?
Do they guard your words,
Like a promise they made?

O villager, O breeze,
I walk alone, I walk alone!
My direction wherever chance would have me,
My nights wherever my sights are heavy,
And my dreams are my own!
I whisper my days myself,
And what I draw in, I draw out.
My words also bleed,
Should you prick them with doubt!

O villager, O breeze,
I walk alone, I walk alone!

Comments (15)

haye!

Walaikum hayay!

I walk alone, I walk aloneeee….

Haayay you still read this blog? :P
Achi lagi ya buri??

Haaza kuf’r!

:P

Sigh.. okay fine! I’ll actually read the poem now! :P

I LOVE your poetry. There’s just something absolutely beautiful about it! I seriously mean that! You’re my favourite poet! :P

And I don’t know what’s my favourite line in this one. In this one, it’s more like certain words and certain phrases that create something.. I don’t know the beauty is spread all around! :o

So now, when are you publishing them?! :P

Hahahah!! You flatter me too much! :P

Waise I’m still surprised ke abhi tak kisi ne Kufr ka ilzaam nahi lagaya! :P

Haaza crap! :P

Or even better, haaza chusss! :P

LOL!! Tu ja, C# ki kitaabien parh! :P

Reminds me of.. Boulevard of Broken Dreams. It kept playing in my head as I read this :P

LOL! Yaar ghalti ho gai, walk alone ke bajayay kuch aur use karna chahiye tha :s Ab meray zehen mein bhi yehi chal raha hai now that you’ve said it :P

Its beautiful :0) esp
“My nights wherever my sights are heavy”
and..
“And what I draw in, I draw out.”

its really awesome Absar! When did u write this?

:) Thanks kiddo!

Well, this was.. a couple months back. There’s a story to everything :)

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