Dreaming

I am an outsider to your world
And you too are out of my team;
But am I dreaming for real,
Or is this a mere dream in a dream?
Tell me I am confused,
As these worlds of ours so seem;
Is this a dream of my dreams,
Or a dream within a dream of my dream?

All by myself

Far from the nuances of life
Just by myself and me,
Every now and then
How much I like to be free!
How much I die to be alone!
How much I desire to reflect,
When all and sundry is gone!
How fascinating to find myself
Listening to none but me;
What a cool I not blabbering
But just flowing free...
What a wonderful thing to desire
What an experience to be!

From Addis with Change

'Tis a city that sleeps not,
But with eyes never open...
A city never awake-living deep in the past,
Clueless about what elsewhere does happen!
Motionless but never resting,
Planless but on the go,
Abode of destitute people,
That neither despair nor grow.
A people so madly in love with life,
A passionless people, of hope,
Fanatics like no where,
Ignorant beyond the scope!
Streets littered with people,
Aimlessly moving nonstop!
This is a city of beggars,
Calling out the angels and gods for mercy,
But hands stretched to the people,
Waiting for miracle coins, falling from the heavens to see?
This is the capital of shantytowns,
Of a people obsessed with self image,
A people that never admits defeat,
But a people that never really won
In a dozen scores years of age!
This is a place like no other,
Sewages overflowing,
Overpass bridges filled with trash,
But a people that prefers silence over trashbins,
A people that rushes to hush!
Admit it Addis, you need to know,
And you need to grow,
You need to have the courage,
Most importantly, to change!

Tears from the sky

Hi there, down on earth,
Kisses and hugs from the sky;
I miss you already, earthling
I see the stakes up here are high;
Even when so powerfully driven,
Even when I have wings to fly.
Down pour my tears,
Through the clouds that shield you from sight;
And across they ride the winds,
Guided by your smiles and warmth,
Through the darkness of the night.
When the winds whisper,
And when the clouds roar above,
Listen to the melodies of pain,
And feel the tears of skyhigh love.
Feel them, believe them,
And send them back through the rain;
Let me feel them, listen to them,
And use them to wash away my pain.

Arafat back

Seen off with nostalgic tears,
In a heroic military parade,
 And now back, Arafat is,
After eight years silent as dead;
This time not as the iconic figure,
In the long struggle for freedom,
But in dismembered pieces,
From the digouts of a concrete tomb.
Why, you might ask, as anyone would,
And they tell you, he's back,
"In defence of the ultimate good";
So truth be known and justice observed,
They say, as if for what he did when 'live,
A "rest in peace" when dead is not deserved.
But truth and freedom for whom,
What vengeful justice of a kind,
Do they want him to fight ,
Back in a world he left behind?

Me again?

Like a new chap in the making,
I wake up every morn,
With a zillion cells of mine dead,
And a zillion new ones reborn;
So am I essentially the same me,
That hours ago went to bed,
Or merely a new flesh,
Of a yesterperson half alive half dead?
With memories of a me in relay,
In seemingly long iterations,
Perpetuating another day,
Through survival tools and actions.

Gazrael

Fire after fire, drone after drone,

For the other blood and bone.

Day in day out, year after year,

Desperations and lives in fear.

Defiance to co-existence,

Arrogance and greed galore;

Narrow-minded nationalisms,

Losses and  destructions what for?

Space and resources suffice,

For both the innocent and the villain;

Why all the politickings and wars,

In return for little gain?

Why all the terror and vandalism,

Why all the human suffering and pain?