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Ain’t got U

March 25, 2011

“U”
Ain’t got no L_ck
Ain’t got no b_ck
Ain’t got no sl_mber
Ain’t got no n_mber
Ain’t gonna be c_te
Ain’t no more no cool d_de
Ain’t gonna be _niq_e
Ain’t got no m_sic
My jokes ain’t f_nny
My days ai’nt s_nny
I ain’t beautif_l
And my heart ain’t tr_e baby
if I ain’t got “U”

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Living The Lie

August 10, 2009

Don’t be a tourist in my reality
For I go from here to all eternity
A state of nothingness is not to be
And I search this cage for a door to be free
Don’t be fooled by how I appear
For the truth will disappoint u my dear
Feelings that are felt deep inside
Are realised only through love and it’s light
So see not my truth in the flesh alone
But feel me all the way in your bone
I’m looking for something different behind that face
And you are smiling, thinking “what a waste”
It’s easy to take the easy path and live all the lies
And realise too late the truth before you close your eyes
But the reality is nothing but pain.
Against which my mind holds back and refrains
It’s an irony the lord made truth but he made it so hard to bear
As I carry on running away from it’s steely stare….

 

Iqbaldinho

30/6/2003

The Devil

August 26, 2008

Black Light

 

I am the legitimate child of fire and sin

I am the unheard whisper behind an innocent grin

 

I am the mystical tempter of the Garden of Eden

I am the nameless seducer of a fruit forbidden

 

I am the skewed logic of every good sense

I am the corruption in every pure essence

 

I am the righter of every conscious wrong

I am the author of every liars melodious song

 

I am the unrest after every ominous dream

I am the unseen hand in a deceptive scheme

 

I am the scented air in a haters breath

I Choreograph the steps to every unkind death

 

I am the aching beauty in every vixen’s face

I am the coldest sweat in every morbid embrace

 

I am the safe lair of every plotter’s thought

I am the truest idol of every Unholy God

 

I am the guardian of every faustian pact

I am the magician who changes fiction to fact

 

I am the subtle soul of every treacherous cheat

I am the blackest blood in every murderous heartbeat

 

I am the cryptic code in every evil seed

I am the beautifier of every deadly deed

 

I dance to the thundering emptiness of wicked minds

I am the pleasing intoxication in every wine

 

I am the shadow encompassing every light

I am the fabulous wronger of every right

 

I am the loving father of all fallen angels

I am the numinous tempter of all holy strangers

 

I am the visible void in every heartless breast

I am the fairest umpire of every evil contest

 

I dragged your father from heaven to earth

And have been your faceless friend ever since your birth

 

 

Iqbaldinho

26 Aug 2008

Beautiful Poem to ponder in Contemplation of the Infinite

September 26, 2007

There is no secular definition for the word soul. The deepest recesses of the self are unknown to conscious awareness and yet we talk like we understand. In the quran it is written that nothing of the soul is known save a little.

The problem with the current secular oriented culture that tends to rob and deny the spiritual and non-material dimension of human existence. The ghost behind the machine, the will behind the volition, the very voice within our thoughts. It may seem odd that the current MTV culture is developed in such a way that life is lived in a superficial way and thoughts and actions are appraised by it’s causes and effects on the material self. What is unknown and not privy to objective materialist observation is deemed as hocus-pocus-fairy-tale stuff by secular materialism. And yet there is no denying since einstein that man has vastly underestimated the reality before him. Theoretical science (or even metaphysics) is beginning to sound more and more like religious dogma with hardly any consensus among the groups in the scientific commnity as to which is the way to go. Intellectual reach is limited by perceptual limitations and now we have infinitely more questions than we have answers for. Despite the complexities of the reality before us, the secular scholars find intellectual gratification in arrogantly holding on to simplistic answers. The m-theory, the multiverse theory, the theory of evolution gratify the base curiosities of the infinite complexities of reality.

This poem below is by a 19th century poet Khalil Gibran and he succintly puts the authors humble understanding of reality as nothing more than calculated speculation before an infinitely enigmatic reality.

Self-Knowledge

By Kahlil Gibran
(1883 – 1931)

And a man said, Speak to us of Self-Knowledge.
And he answered saying:
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart’s knowledge.
You would know in words that which you have always known in thought.
You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.

And it is well you should.
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;
And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
For self is a sea boundless and measureless.

Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.”
Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.” Say rather, “I have met the soul walking upon my path.”
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

“Where is the best place to meet your woman?”

June 23, 2007

I was with my cousin Samer last week at a St Georges Road Eatery when he asked me this question. It was unexpected and I have never really thought about it. I was thinking somewhere along the lines of a beach resort in Mauritius. The thing about Samer is that he is an unusually poetic guy who can have the most unusual perspectives to ordinary things. Like once before he told me that

“I hold my Lover in my heart as a mother holds her child in her tummy”.

It’s a refreshing perspective that describes a whole host of experience for a simple subject : intense love, yearning, anxiety, curiosity, expectation, sacrifice, pain, protectiveness, miracle, hope, anguish, impatience etc.

Think for a second about it…

What would your answer be to the question of “Where is the best place to meet your woman”

His answer was very simple

“In my eyes”

A simple answer that was pregnant with meaning. He did not care where he met her as long as her image is in his eyes and that would be an ideal location for his woman to be because it means that his woman is within his reach when she is found in his eyes.

 I came across a beautiful poem one other day printed on a wedding invitation card that reflected upon such mental meanderings about love. It is probably one of the best poetry I’ve read that captured the essence and meaning of love. It told me love is something spiritual felt at the very heart of the human consciousness. Something that can never be manufactured or truely imitated. If there is anything that makes us essentially human it must be the capacity to feel and experience an irrational serendipitous love deep within the soul. 

This piece is by Rumi the great Persian Mystic:

I am only the house of your beloved,

Not the beloved herself:

True love is for the treasure,

Not for the coffer that contains it.

The real beloved is that one who is unique,

Who is your beginning and your end.

When you find that one,

you’ll no longer expect anything else:

that is both the manifest and the mystery.

That one is the lord of states of feeling,

dependent on none;

month and year are slaves to that moon.

During the day I praised you and I didn’t know

At night I laid with You and I didn’t know

I had thought that I was myself

But I was entirely You

And I didn’t know.

Non-Sequitur

May 5, 2007

I wrote this poem while vacillating between the “to-be-or-not-to-be” question when I was courting my wife. It was a heart wrenching moment – but I guess it was all worth it in the end…

Non-Sequitur 

An expectant face perks up like the earth

That saw the first rays of the morning sun

Lips quivering and frozen in a half mirth

Hesitant to admit the mixing of palpable affections 

I look away, afraid to face my wrongs

It kills me with a hundred cruel stabs

 To walk away from that which my heart forlorns

I know not why my legs jilted my crying heart 

Like water and oil in a clear glass

The chemistry of our nature keeps us apart

This charade rests heavily like a pointless farce

Yet I cannot halt the inertia of my drifting heart 

Your eyes were pregnant with my passion

It took captive of me from doing my wishes

For I refuse to answer your unasked questions

But that is my only door to a free conscience 

It damned me to ignore your enthralling pull

To a ruination of a mind full of compunction

Why my freedom lies in this emotional duel?

For rightly so it’s a duty I owe you not 

I cannot stand to use the force of reason

 To justify this violation of my emotions

But how I deny and be this brazen

To consciously self-inflict such pain 

Shall I succumb to my heart?

Or shall I stand by my stubborn head?

The sea by the dyke is kept apart

But when breached – do I swim or do I drown?

The philiosophy of love

February 13, 2007

I used to woo my wife with poetry with every card that I gave her during our courtship and early marriage years. Well that was about a decade ago. Though I still dedicate poetry to her I realise that now it does not carry with it the enthusiasm brought about by the weight of the passion of a blooming love that we have experienced in the heart during our courting days. My poetic ways were something different to her as being strait laced, she found such artistic expressions of love rather contrived. But nonetheless it was entertainment for her and enough persuasion for her to marry a young idealistic non-entity. This was one of the poems that I wrote to her to woo her… It is by the Romantic Era English Poet Percy B. Shelley

The Philosophy Of Love 

The Fountains Mingle with the river

The river with the ocean

The winds of heaven mix forever

With such a sweet emotion

Nothing in this in this world is single

All things by a law divine

With one another being mingle

Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss the high heavens

And the waves clasp one another

No sister flower would be forgiven

If it disdained it’s brother

And the sunlight clasps the earth

And the moonbeams kiss the sea

What are all these kissings worth,

If thou kiss not me?