shards of sharp, shattered glass
when eyes weep blood
as veins are cut
by broken glass
pumped through my heart
when memories are torn
and emotions scarred
by shards of sharp
shattered glass
that’s when i’ll know
i’ve felt a sliver of anguish
that unfortunate people
of that unhappy land
feel every moment
But, it’ll not be the same
Never the same.
Yet life has to go on
For he who tries the hardest – always
Of players and young enthusiasts,
You weaved together a team
Who followed your leadership.
Gave them energy and pluck,
You held them together, with
Your brand of sportsmanship.
Against all expectations,
You travelled to the semis.
What beauty, what craftsmanship.
When injured, you were
They carried you in their arms
The hallmark of companionship
Bravo!
We hope you live front and first on the right,
We like you to shine, like a beacon is bright.
So what made you choose, as you left on your quest,
To be standing in the back and 2nd to the left?
Written by Abou Zaidhan
On reading Pope’s line ‘eternal sunshine of the spotless mind’
The darkened shades
Of every yesterday
Shall be packed
Labelled and stacked
And laid to rest
Before the dawn.
With the rising sun
The palette shall await
Clean, impatient
For bright & shiny hues
Of hope and Vigour
Life shall begin anew
In the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind,
The reflection of what’s forever lost
The call to return from whence you left,
The mind doth seek, the warmth you gave up on.
Here once love and warmth abounded
Decaying skeletal remains,
Haggered rusting sheets,
On a roof that once
Offered shelter & comfort.
Paint peeled windows,
Tired worn out doorway,
Determined still
To protect kin & kith,
Here once love &
Warmth abounded.
Yet rain & sun
Still ensue,
Patiently await.
With much respect and gratitude to @ShimhaShakyb for allowing me to weave these thoughts on her canvass.
Baying at the moon 1
From chance encounters and violent beginnings
A full moon supreme bright in the night,
Lighting up the world, so high in the sky.
Man that walks and birds that fly,
Magnetic strings with all her might,
She commands all of life as is her right.
Theia they say was a mighty hurtling rock
4.5 billion years ago this earth was schook
Violent explosions in its aftershock
A planet and a moon did forge a lock
Billions of years passed the Queen doth reign,
With no exception over beast and man,
23.5 degrees tilted the orb doth bring,
Winter and summer, autumn and spring.
From chance encounters and violent beginnings therein,
Much beauty and magic, ultimately can result in,
Baying at the moon 2
Even while you wax and wane,
Even when the night is dark,
I feel you pull,
I hear your call,
I have to heed.