Tag Archives: facing facts

You Don’t Care

No matter how hard I stare
I can’t see nothing nowhere
If only, if only you would care

I warn my heart to beware
But it keeps going back there
Hoping one day you might care

I search low, high, far and near
I search here, there, everywhere
I pray, but you still don’t care

I hoped you had some love to spare
The chambers of your heart are bare
I begged, but you still won’t care

I can’t figure out this affair
No god can answer my prayer
Nothing I can do to make you care

Now you act as if I’m not there
You have deleted the way we were
I know, I know you just don’t care.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.

Silence

Silence has been the biggest curse of my life
Thoughts not given voice, constantly repressed
Emotions never shown, or simply expressed
Silence cuts deeper than any butcher knife.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.

Dawn Of Freedom (August 1947)

This stain-polluted light, this night-ravaged dawn
This is not that break of day yearned for in expectant hope
This is not the dawn whose desired promise we carried forth
We comrades set out convinced of finding somewhere or other
In the celestial desert a haven for the stars to finally come to rest
Somewhere for the night’s slow, lazy waves to lap a distant shore
Somewhere a safe harbour to dock the ship of heartache

The mysterious pathways known only to the blood of youth
When we friends set off so many hands tugged at our clothes
Reaching out from eager bed-chambers in the Abode of Beauty
Open arms enticed us, the siren calls of bodies in heat
Very dear, but all our love was for the vision of dawn
Very near, pure rays of light rising on her glowing robes
Our longing still strong, we shrugged off our fatigue

I have heard that the dark has been separated from the light
I have heard that the journey and destination have been unified
The behaviour of our fellow sufferers has changed full circle
Pleasure of union is now pure, the pain of separation is now impure

Fire in the liver, the vision unfulfilled, the pain of heartburn
The remedies for this severance have no affect on any ailment
Whence came the beauteous morning breeze? Blew away where?
There is no news yet of the lamp at the end of the path
There is no lessening yet in the heavy oppression of the night
The hour has not come for the deliverance of heart and soul
Keep moving … keep moving … our goal has not yet been reached.

( my translation of a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz ).

(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.

Hum Dekhenge (We Shall Witness)

We shall witness
Inevitable that we too shall witness
The day which has been promised
Written on the tablet of eternity
We shall witness

When mountains of tyranny will be rend asunder
Blown away like cotton fluff
Under the aching feet of the oppressed
The earth will tremble, quake, and shudder
And over the heads of the brutal rulers
The lightning will flash, strike, and thunder
We shall witness

When from the Kaaba, on god’s sacred earth,
All idols will be removed
We the dispossessed, exiled from the holy place,
Will be seated on cushioned thrones
All crowns will be flung aloft
All seats of power will be overturned
We shall witness

The only name to remain will be Allah
He who is absent and omnipresent
He who is the creator and the beholder
The clarion call “I am the Truth” will rise
As I am, so are you
And we, creations of God, will reign

We shall witness
As I am, so are you
We shall witness
Inevitable that we too shall witness
We shall witness.

( My take on a poem by the peerless, and ever-relevant, Faiz Ahmed Faiz).

(c) Satori Publishing,2020.

I Try Not To

I try not to think of you
It hurts too much, the pain too hard to bear
I try not to think of you
In my heart I know, you do not care

The thought I cannot shake off
My weakness is the mistake that will cost
I am no longer worthy of your love
Pay the price, all is lost, all is lost

In the ash still are warm memories of you
I am living dead without you
My heart signals my mind to think of you
I try not to.

(c) Satori Publishing,2019.

Jihad Personal

Jihad personal a struggle against worldly temptations
Jihad personal a discipline to strengthen your weakness

The one lesson learned from times of yore
If you want peace — prepare for war

Jihad personal prepares you against the enemy’s attack
Jihad personal trains you to defend by fighting back

Jihad personal prevents you from attacking without reason
Jihad personal prevents you from launching an invasion

Jihad personal studies hard to root out ignorance
Jihad personal trains hard to branch out radiance

Jihad personal, in spite of the fools, is not a political tool
Jihad personal, fully understood, the best qualified school.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.

Detached Retina

Out of sight is not out of mind
But you have to be cruel to be kind
Nurse the heartache if you want to survive
Put yourself first in order to stay alive
When common ground cannot be found
Travel your own path, stay safe and sound
When basic communication has broken down
Pack your heart to the other side of town
Cut the cord and leave them behind
Step to one side and you will find
You have to be cruel to be kind
But out of sight is not out of mind.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.

Heart Surgery

Cut you out of my heart?
How can I imagine doing that?
My heart is you, you are my heart

You are in every part
From the first to the last
From the finish to the start

From the pulse throbbing through each vein
Till the very last drop of blood to remain
Each heartbeat sighs your name over again

Cut you out of my heart?
If only it was easy as that
You are impossible to live without

But you act as if you could not care less
My life without you is meaningless
I have to operate to clean up this mess

I never want to cry, never be hurt again
Never lose sleep, never risk going insane
Once and for all cut out the unbearable pain

Cut you out of my heart?
Take a scalpel, slice my chest apart
Grab my beating heart, cut it clean out.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.