a dream in the office

they hover over their plastic faces to greet you
and shake you with their immaculate prosthetics
do not to disturb the raging polyps of trust
you came here, dressed in a thin illusion
to overdose your mind on fluorescent dayshifts
to do jawflips for a crustaceous boss
who wanks silently under his desk in the after hours

plastic cups are recycled here

reality is sold back to you as anti-dandruff shampoo
under the condition that you stick around

out of the window you see a purposeless mountain
that rests in the shadow of nothing

you are a still a timber frame bolted on love

Wishes

Poem_Wishes

Wishes are prayers – because when we wish, we express the desire kept in the innermost part of our hearts. It is, I believe, more sincere and deeper invocation than any of those taught to us to repeat as children.

Young and old, male or female, regardless of color and creed…all of us have wishes. That makes it a universal form of prayer.

By the way, I try as much as I can, whenever time permits me, to return your “likes” and to comment on your blogs. If I am not showing up, the trouble is because I could not find you in the search like Kaz (your link is non-existing) and Yogesh Khajandar. Apology for that but if you can drop me here your link I would be happy to check it out.

In the meantime, if you want to veer away from poetry, do visit my site at https://harpingbyapixiecom.wordpress.com/.

As always, light and love. Be happy. Life is short. There is no other way to live it. Ciao!

 

Fear of unknown

Who knows what tomorrow holds?

If it has smiles or or frowns?

If many of us knew would be at peace

Would party, laugh and play.

The secret only known to the designer,

Who knows the dusk and dawn,

For every mortal under the sun.

Many run helter skelter ,

In quest for better living,

Many selfish to kill and save,

For the tomorrow unknown,

Many in places of worship,

To repent and love God,

For the tomorrow unknown,

Some mercilessly steal and hate,

For reasons to themselves known,

All in fear of unknown.

Presence….

Notice how some people leave their unique stamp and impression?

So that they seem to be present in the room when they are actually not.

You can see them in somebody else’s facial expressions.

The way somebody completely different follows the same train of thought.

 

Or you are reminded of them when somebody else reacts or speaks.

Or it could be a similar mannerism, a similar manner of dress.

The same style, that way of nodding that is no longer unique.

Or something like the toothy smile or wide grin that another could possess.

 

You may be going on with your tasks for the day, with no thought of Mr. X.

Suddenly a stray perfume (more likely cigarette smoke 🙂 ) will make you think of him.

What do you think happens and what creates this effect?

Would you say that this is something like the itch caused in a phantom limb?

 

Or you are extremely busy, harried and frazzled with utter chaos around you.

An image or a word pops up amidst your work that makes you think of Ms. Z.

Do you wonder if she understood your condition, if she actually knew.

That you needed that smile, that connection, that moment to just be.

 

Sometimes it is more tangible, an actual look alike will materialise.

Especially for people, who have been out of your life for a long time.

It is almost as if they are reminding you, to make you realise,

that you need to re-connect, call or email, it is high time.

 

At other times, you can actually feel a very strong presence.

Of people who are no longer in this world, that we call ours.

It is as if they came to check if you are okay in their absence.

Before they leave for their permanent home among the stars.

 

How do you account for these instances and these events?

Can science come up with a logical explanation or reason?

I would prefer to think that the souls need to connect and then be content.

Be happy that somebody thought of me and I am loved by someone.

 

PS: I would love feedback. If you wish to read more, I blog regularly at https://myofflinelife.wordpress.com. 

 

Who Told Dreams Need Eyes!

Aligarh, IG Hall, I woke up late in the morning bit unusual from the required routine life but I wish it could be repeated every day, finished my breakfast and stepped down in the lawn of the hall to do an eccentric exercise of ‘self-drilling’ just to know what type of person I was, what I am now and what I may become in near future. I usually prefer to sit in the corner of the lawn and often love to wander in my imaginary world meanwhile I met a girl fortuitously before I could understand her and get up properly she held my hand and asked me to accompany her to the gym area.
 I didn’t understand why she is asking me as she was looking perfectly fine she could go by herself but with all these sudden cooked up thoughts I went with her as her innocent gesture compelled me to do that. With some chit-chat we reached to her desired place and still I was unaware of the whole thing, she wanted to weigh herself as she is gaining weight because of continuous medicine intakes. I asked about the problem and what she answered shook me on whole. She told, she was in coma for 1 month and while struggling between life and death she lost her eyesight but luckily survived. During our conversation she was doing eye contact and I couldn’t get a single clue that she cannot see anything. Her smiling face and lively voice forced me to think, do dreams really need eyes?
This poetry is dedicated to that girl and all those people who inspire us in our everyday life…
“When I saw you 
  I found you same as I am,
 After listening you
 Soon, I realized your pain,
 Alas!  You lost your eyesight
 But girl, you are illuminated with
 Angelic eyes,
 A face filled with innocent smiles,
 Words that scatters 
 Enormous Beam of light,
 You made me realize
 That dreams don’t need eyes,
 It’s your will and desire
 That keeps you excite,
 In achieving your goal
 In deciding your role
 In ultimately making you a better soul,
 The brilliant spark within you
 The blazing glow within you
 Is far luminous than our eyes,
 Today the brightness of your blissful eyes
 Questioned me who told dreams need visioned eyes!
With Respect & Love 🙂
Firdous Zahra
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