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.

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

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

Sleep

I'm coming a riding
on a red white horse;
Gallop, gallup, galeep.

She's strong as a steed
with no remorse;
Wallop, wallup, waleep.

Back home in your arms
please put me back on course;
Sallop, sallup, saleep.

Four Years

FOUR YEARS

I can't remember what I used to do,
who I trusted, whom I listened to;

I waited long and then found you,

life has been sweet, since you came through.

I swear you showed me philosophy,
a presence of mind to share with glee. 

And through four years it seems to me
the passion to think has set me free.

Through all this time, through good and bad,
I knew how much we had, I’m glad.
To have been with you in these beautiful years,
in joy, in love, devoid of fears.

And within these years, when things went wrong;
Together we resolved them and were strong.
and I knew right then I belonged with you,

to have and to hold, be it old or new.

I never doubted, we'd work things out,
I've learned to laugh and cry about.
By sharing with, and caring for you
Through these four years, still so true.

And now my time is here, just remember,

the days we shared were not dying embers.

We’ll walk the road, both, hand in hand,

Always as one, throughout the land.

Dementia Dreams

I look inside your mind;
I see a little girl dancing,
to the rhythm of philosophy,
accompanied by intrigue,
in an aura of hope,
that will bear fruit,
showering all your dreams
with fulfilment.

I look into your face;
I see a lunar glowing,
lighting up the skies
in subtle moments
in a kaleidoscope
filled with compassion,
engulfed in spams
of rapture.

Rain

The night is such a lovely time,
For hearts that sing and chime;
The day brings out a melody,
We sing and dance in rhyme;
This life, it brings forth emotion,
From sea to shining sea;
The end is just a promotion,
Where we shall pass with glee.
Look up and feel the rain come down,
And dance from tree to tree;
The breeze will blow the pains away,
And then we'll all be free.
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Colombo, Mar 19 2019