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My babies - last of the Mohiccans

Friday, June 19, 2020

The Idealist


The Idealist
This morning I stared
at a blank white screen.
No words appeared.
Only thoughts, wafted in;
through my mind
they lingered
with no goal in sight.
At one point they
even gave me a fright.
Some were lengthy,
some were old,
others crept out
of an old grey mould.
Whos in my room?
How did they get in?
Let me put them in a box,
And store them in a bin.
Life’s precious,
sometimes lost in a whim.
When great expectations,
they refuse to swim.
Don’t wanna sound
like JJ or Carroll,
groping through holes
squeezing outa tunnels.
So it’s best to believe
I should write what I think
as it pushes me on
even wafting on the brink.
To say what I feel
and watch you reflect
the way I would keel
Just to be perfect.
Jun 19, 2020

Sunday, September 29, 2019

Give me Away


Give me Away


When I'm gone,
all that will remain
is my memory;
so, if you need to cry,
do cry for the child
on the street
who has no food
nor shelter.
When you think of me,
embrace the needy
and tell them
what you would tell me.
It's better I leave you
with something
you can give to others
in the same way
you have given me
when I was around.
The best you can do
to make me proud,
is to seek out the oppressed
and set them free.
People die,
love lives on.
So, when that's all
thats left of me,
please give me away
abundantly.

Colombo, Sun Sep 29, 2019

Sunday, September 1, 2019

Burning Brown

She moans,

as flames ravage her back
skinning it off the surface.
Skies flare,
and smoke engulfs the air
choking like phosphorus.
The Trees,
are green no more
all burned up into cinders.
The Sun,
she struggles in vain
to fight the icy winters.
The Rain,
stays away from the plain
the crops are torn asunder.
Mankind,
whither dost thou complain
you’ve crashed it all like thunder.

Fazli – Aug 2019

Saturday, August 10, 2019

Bedtime Stories


Sleep, she ain't a coming
though I wait expectantly,
Yearning for her warmth
to take me willingly.

Dream, she must be waiting
to drown me incessantly,
Will she come or tarry,
Is she reality.

Tell, she wants to be knowing
when  slumber shadows my mind,
How do I share my feeling
with thoughts of her kind?

Kill, she yearns for dying
with everything I share,
Till the Ocean is drying
for her I'll always care.

Tales, are meant for telling
as busy as she may be,
Eyes are always crying
to see what I can't see.

Questions, about understanding
pour out inquisitively,
A mind that keeps on searching
will seek until eternity.

Monday, July 29, 2019

Beyond Borders


Beyond borders

Thoughts churn up
in the mind
like ripples in the water
Reflecting hues
through flimsy bedroom curtains
Enveloping the air
with fascination
Of simple expressions
that seek comparison
of how emotion
beyond borders
can be so mystifyingly beautiful

Fazli Sameer
Colombo, Sri Lanka
July 29, 2017

Friday, May 24, 2019

Free

​who are you?
an old bus ticket floating in the wash?
how lost can you be?
find yourself human.
let go of the bonds that people put on you.
set yourself free.
​unlearn,
re learn,
use common sense.
compassion will flow
in gushes of warmth.
and you will then know
who you really are.

Colombo, Sri Lanka
May 24, 2019