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

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

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.