Me ne mujh sa kayir, beywafa paya koyi nai
Sharafat! Teri izzat abhi tak khoyi nai
Tu ley aa usey ke dhar uska khula hai abhi
Shayad uski aankhein abhi tak royi nai
Har jhapakti palak me ye bheegha pan
Meri aankhein to furqat se soyi nai
Sharafat, is roz to umeed bhi na yi bhar
Tere dhar se aaj bhi guzra koyi nai
Friday 29th December 2017 12:12 pm
As Trump prototype walls are assessed and my back garden wall remains work in progress, penned this little poem....
Brick by Brick
I got some bricks, cement and sand
With water, trowel, a plotting line.
Thought of how to turn my hand
To leave a symbol of something fine.
I had my patch, could build so tall,
Keep to myself my piece of space.
I could build a monstrous wa...
Thursday 28th December 2017 7:12 pm
So I guess that they've imprisoned us into this predetermined preposition
When the truth is there so blatantly but we can't help but not to listen
Because ignorance is bliss so we'll stay blissfully unaware
As to the GMO's in all our food and the geo engineering in the air
I suppose we'll go organic and refuse the water from the tap
What about the metals likened to a subtle che...
Saturday 11th November 2017 9:35 am
Forcing passers by
Curious for peep stand,
Swelling a throng
By every square
Or a roadside
Using his right leg
A nimble right hand
With the other holding
The artefact items hard
A hand-less man
Makes attractive tables
And cutting woods
The way the task demand,
A task ,many normal people
Imagine, to handle hard.
Wednesday 8th November 2017 7:09 am
I don't know my way,
I've always walked blind,
dazed by the light,
bound to the dark,
heart tattered and torn,
mind vacant and worn.
The soul had a song once
but I lost it in the fog.
the bird long flown,
my hope echoing blue
shatters on the sun.
Saturday 4th November 2017 11:20 am
have you ever experienced
you question your beliefs?
I'm an atheist.
I don't believe in a god
or an afterlife
makes me wonder
if over the course of time
have been colliding
and that's why
is so natural
I'm not talking about something romantic
but something innocent
for he has touched my hea...
Monday 30th October 2017 6:57 am
The view from here is calm and true
The grassy steppes stretch out of sight
From plainness slowly dullness grew
From winning I have lost my fight
Life once sharper, numbs to bland
And feet sink deeper into sand.
The uphill struggle left me weak
Fingers bloodied, grip was lost
Each ridge ahead still seemed the peak
Life was stripped, I paid the cos...
Saturday 14th October 2017 11:36 am
A Life in Colour
The challenge as I rise from bed
Is turning greys to green and red.
The drabness of the everyday
Takes a rainbow, turns it grey.
The colours sharp are lit by sun.
Red, orange, yellow, new begun.
Green, blue, violet quickly fade
Primary, pastel, into shade.
A squirrel, seal, a worm, a whale
Don’t worry that they live so pale.
The tortoise carries we...
Monday 9th October 2017 7:06 am
Now there's a new C word in town
10 months in, the word CURED blasts free
In the same chair, same room by the same careful man
Where we heard that other C word everyone fears
This one is C for celebration
Not C for Christ no, can't believe it
A new day to celebrate through the onward years
A day as special as a birth
The C pebble dropped and happiness ripples spread and ...
Friday 6th October 2017 8:28 pm
Wrote this after a visit to Southern Cemetery... see what you think.
Grave Thoughts from Above Ground
They lie so quiet in the ground
While leaves and nuts fall all around.
The slanting sun, the shadows fall
The squirrels scamper, magpies call.
The shortest stories ever told,
Their lives in stone stand out in bold.
A middle name they won’t confess
Or all three ...
Friday 6th October 2017 2:14 pm
Powermoves and Hope... Leaps above all : The story of one BBoy steps of hope. A Super BBoy who possess the power to fly, but all he wants to do is dance! A BBoy called Mickey.
The @Facebook/DreamAcademy trying to persuade ,one not to believe in fickle dreams changing from moment to moment. No, theirs is a slightly more challenging Powermove , they came to restore the magic of the wonder found in every waking moment ,every step in the amazing footwork ,the flips and windmills etc all captured forever in the mind and heart of our magnificent, hauntingly creative , "too co...
Saturday 19th August 2017 11:47 pm
Your sure fire
absolute certainty of journey
route, sustenance, kit,
plans, patterns, foresight,
well thought through reports,
talks on survival skills;
led an expedition into a pit.
Your only hope is,
whilst executing your ideas,
they kept a little something back
to save themselves.
They scramble for air
in hope that there are safer paths.
You sit ...
Sunday 16th July 2017 8:31 am
Must touch once, twice, thrice!
Otherwise I must pay the price!
Penetrating thoughts that won’t go away,
Compulsions that haunt me day by day,
Anxiety comes, anxiety goes,
Got guilt, depression and so much obsession.
Please leave me!
Thursday 29th June 2017 1:54 am
I find that I must live in a world
Where, between that desperate dusk and a new dawn,
And between many a dawn and its dusk,
The only reality lies in love.
To be in love in that first dawn
And in the dusk, was to feel the sun
Warm our very passion every minute of every hour,
Reality lay only in the other.
And beyond that dreadful dusk, nothing
but dawns and dusk and ...
Wednesday 28th June 2017 4:13 pm
After hearing the voice of despotism,
the cries of the hungry looking in the trash for bread,
the bitter language of solitude,
I look in the blue sky for serenity;
I create a landscape and try to dream
I seek peace among the white fingers of the aurora
After not finding the line of understanding,
the root of the soul,
the wind of justice,
the submerged freedom,...
Saturday 3rd June 2017 7:43 pm
tends to peel away the pain
calms your brain
stops you from going insane
takes the rain and turns it into sunshine.
If you give it time your world will grow
provide long hours
By Lynn Hahn
Saturday 27th May 2017 10:58 pm
To your tender question.
over a metter delicate.
A subject I hold close.
A card I let none other see.
A card that hurts,
for as long as
I hold this hand.
So, to play.
Show this hand.
Exposes part of me that's easy to injure.
A part held dear.
Friday 19th May 2017 5:20 pm
Don't be afraid of the night,
take the feathers
and follow the light
for in the light we forever fly,
immortalised through time.
Friday 12th May 2017 1:26 pm
Yesterday, the sun shone black upon my soul
Depth's depth deep beneath my heart.
Lumined ne'er by hope
Thoughts sank weighted low
Today, dawn'd, in heaven's mantle rais'd,
Glims golden future in my mind.
Light lightened all by future faith
Heart, mind and soul exalting up
Her voice love levered up, returned it from the depths
Dark voids where happiness was stra...
Monday 24th April 2017 4:54 pm
Note: there is some strong language in this. it's not too bad. it's not too excessive, either. one word in here twice, i think. and if you're wondering, yes, the colors mean something. and yes, im genuinely asking a question to you, the reader. and to the person this is about. but i pray he never reads or finds this. anyway, enjoy.
Am I selfish for wanting another hug?
I handed you the...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 4:54 pm
You were wearing purple today. Purple is going to be ×××'s color now. But blue has always been mine. That's how I knew I was ready to give you that letter. You were wearing my color...
Your eyes were a brighter blue today. After you came in from having a cigarette, you walked past me, then paused. Coffee and tobacco smoke. That's what you smelled like. That's my smell now.
"Just under a minu...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 4:45 am
a wild horse
which is free
free to go
to go everywhere
to run away
or to stay
in the eyes
you are my rider
the person whom my heart
chose to not live without
you make it tame
my heart is not as wild as it was
I feel each step
through my hooves
the hard hooves
which were infrangible
Sunday 16th April 2017 3:37 pm
A cacophony of sound beats around
inside my brain, deafening drops.
Sunday misery breaking the silence
of yesterdays. Rainy Mondays,
no hope for tomorrows.
We come and go. We come and go
when the floodgates of pain are open.
Forgiveness closes doors
left ajar in anger.
Time moves forward,
changes are subtle,
Hope does damage to the living dead.
Sunday 16th April 2017 9:12 am
The moon comes at me
through the trees,
picking apart my seams.
The sound it screams
and the colour drowns me
in my dreams,
in twos and fours,
through open doors
shaded in cloud,
dim then alive
so bright the shine.
A diamond flickers
Sunday 19th March 2017 2:45 pm
Reflection of Hope
Expectations of our lives are many and strained, those caulis moments of shared indifference are timed weeds in the garden of human experience, shallow of meaning, breathless in compassion, seedless in deed.
Choices heeded in battle, in a common walk, a stroll through the neighborhood, peering from ones stoop as if the world was at curbside and nothing else waited beyond t...
Monday 13th March 2017 1:55 am
My heart does scream
at the nothing in my hands.
My hope evaporates slow,
cold my soul floats,
fades absent to grey.
Can't keep on
coming back this way,
howling at the moon
night and day
disarray eating away
my brain, inept
abandons all my dreams.
The nothing consumes,
drizzle soaks right through.
The rain gets inside
my bones they ache,
my life, a waste,
Sunday 26th February 2017 1:49 am
I would love to experince
a love that is:
lasts thru all up's and down's
is gentle but firm when needed
A love that is:
and forgiveness when respect has been breached
that cares how words effect the other
A love...that does not try to own
but to be with
one that can be taken to the grave.
By Lynn Hahn
Wednesday 1st February 2017 8:43 pm
Dedicated to learning the rules so
he can defend others
He rides his bike on the snowy road
white breath streaming from his nostrils
So much to learn such a high cost
thoughts of comfort at the end
brought warmth to his body
Promised an easy road once
completing his journey
He hits black ice and skids almost falling
he relaxes and goes with the flow
Wednesday 1st February 2017 6:26 am
we were not the flavors
of a beautiful painting,
but rather, the starched sheet
of an endless wallpaper
stranded in a cyclical design
that we drew ourselves,
unable to cling to the walls for a lifetime.
Thursday 19th January 2017 2:37 pm
Brittle banks of ice
Against my taunting toe,
Cracking and seething
To be so uproariously
Against the yellow
Of the setting sun
Through a smog that
Lays thick across the
Jets of black trees
Shoot dark into the sky,
Mimicking the wind
In their jostled, whipped
The wind that churns
The bowing branches
Bites the lobes of
My ears, uncovered an...
Wednesday 18th January 2017 5:48 am
and when you look up and
watch the carmine sunset riding the clouds,
know that those are the blood
of the universes that fought so valiantly
to have our constellations vibrant and incandescent
in their boundless mausoleums.
Sunday 15th January 2017 2:27 pm