Shedding leaves

Shedding leaves

25-26 August 2018

 

She walked through the swarming streets heading towards the beachfront. She smiled at the woman who crossed her path and touched her outstretched hands that were offering her a garland of jasmine woven with small roses. She took the garland and put it around her neck as her hair was too short to weave it in there. She paid the woman, smiled and moved on as the woman waved at her smilingly.

 

The sun was high in the sky but the sea remained grey as usual. She had wondered when she had first arrived at the seaside why the sea was always grey but had got used to it. It seemed like it had to blend with the darker colour of the rocks on the seaside. She thought back to the beautiful sparkling beaches in North Africa and wondered whether it was the pollution here that made the sea turn grey close to the coast.

 

She sat on a rock overlooking the beach and stared at the sea. The waves were making a gentle lulling sound interrupted from time to time by the shrieks of children jumping into the water. It was a joyous sight but somehow she could not help her heart feeling heavy. She could not get over the feeling that something had completely stirred out of control in her destiny, changing her future, and that it was not by chance. Barely a year and a half had gone by but it seemed like it was light years away.

 

Back home to keep the memories of those moments of the future she had glimpsed she had resorted to collecting falling leaves in which she mentally inscribed glimpses of that future. Over time, the future she had seen seemed to be slowly fading into oblivion and she would then take out the leaves to remember. Each leaf reminded her vividly of a place in time where she had been in thought and where she had lived an incredible adventure filled with love and happiness.

 

Her right hand felt for the small basket that was tucked inside her handbag. It was still there and she sighed a sigh of relief. She wondered how it could be so small and hold so much at the same time. She got up from the rock and resumed her walk but towards the canal this time. It was one of the rare places in the city where stagnant water was not necessarily a synonym of stench and rot. At some points it even looked beautiful with profuse vegetation and a small bridge-like construction.

 

The water was a sombre green. She walked to the bridge, looked over the edge of it and slowly emptied the small basket. The leaves fell into the water and swirled away with the current caused by the wind. She watched until they were out of sight and felt as though her heart were leaving with those swirling leaves. Yet she knew that she could not hold on to the leaves as a totem anymore. They had to disappear for what they represented to reappear.

 

Those moments of the lost future she had lived had to be reintegrated within her. They belonged to her and had to be a part of her again, not relegated to the role of externalised memories. Her heart warmed slowly with the returning memories that filled her being with love. It was as if the release of the leaves had opened a dam within her. The images cascaded in her mind like a whirlpool of sunny water as they filled her neurons. Tears of joy streamed down her face and wiping them she lifted her head and smiled up at the skies. It did not matter anymore that it had been steered away for it existed out there. It was forever hers.

 

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Winter Aid – The Wisp Sings

In recognition

In recognition

17 August 2017

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Higest bond

Coursing through my blood

Shadowed flood

Flower’s bud

Thousand milliseconds bloom

Cut off all too soon

 

Mirrored faults

You, me, scented salts

Bathing scent

Nape unbent

Eye to eye speaking softly

Past future erased

 

In recognition

Symptoms laid

Time delayed

Not afraid

I flow through unravelling

Wildcard traveling

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Tango for Love – Pavel Panin

Letting go of Time

Letting go of Time

16 May 2017

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Dream selling

In storytelling

Heart welling

Soul swelling

Emotions in mind dwelling

Transforming the nerves

 

The thought swerves

Inventing the curves

Of future

Past perfect

Toppling idols they erect

Within shrines of page

 

Hear the sage

Letting go of Time

Instinctive

Act forget

There are blossoms in the fields

They rise when one yields

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Every day it’s the same – Bvdub

I would have waited – Bvdub

Two hours to Forever (Just ask me I’ll stay) – Bvdub

Shape of the future

Shape of the future

14 May 2017

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Hone the skills

They unite the souls

That relive

Lost lifetimes

Within the tunes of my rhymes

When clocks spin backwards

 

Walk towards

Renounced happenings

Beginning

Known endings

When they loved people not things

Sailing within heart

 

Sound the bells

The bees are flying

In honey

Of morrows

Their buzzing wings announcing

Shape of the future

 

Reading of the poem: 

Washed away in your waves (This is Love)  – Bvdub

My skies cry your name – Bvdub

I’m coming Home (From the sky) – Bvdub

 

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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Picking up the pieces right

Picking up the pieces right

2 October 2016

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Illusion of you

Tendrils reaching out tickle

Mind of the fickle

 

Shimmering carpet

Palpable incandescence

Restoring essence

 

Jigsaw a flavour

The taste a blend of futures

Daunting promises

 

Path in needle’s eye

The bosom lost in the sigh

Throat in constriction

 

Secrets scattering

Master of the ancient ring

Whiff of ocean’s breeze

 

Blowing with the wind

Picking up the pieces right

Recomposed mind shapes

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Dancing with the wind – Omar Akram

Shimmering Star – Omar Akram

Passage into Midnight – Omar Akram

Inside hours

Inside hours

3 May 2016

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Pied piper

Inviting the crowds

Twin futures

Standing out

The searing darkness they flout

Starkest point of night

 

Beckoning

He braces our souls

Guiding throngs

Through crossroads

Sunlit paths to the morrows

Bordering sorrows

 

Brave New World

Flickering in void

Oncoming

Tilting point

A passage through needle hole

Compressed distances

 

Reinstate

Old definitions

They break word

With new light

Regaining the inner sight

Through transformation

 

Consummate

Heart’s devices play

Muted tunes

Answering

The call comes from within soul

Where being is whole

 

Inside hours

There lie hidden realms

They unfold

To the wise

They who see with more than eyes

Only the heart sees

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Storm coming up – John Williams

A new Galaxy – John Williams

Wonderland Discovery – John Williams