Newcastle-Upon-Tyne

i gazed at the setting sun from the delhi ridge
only to act like oscar wilde running around the dublin bridge
i spent the summer shivering in a swiss frozen land
then returned to a warm winter amidst a dubai desert sand
i walked upon fallen buildings in gaza to admire a moment’s peace
and flew back to lake district with a fragrant day time breeze

nobody caught me crying in a lousy bar in lisbon
i hopped on the streets at midnight in the heart of brisbane
i went to karachi to trace the moonlit charm of the sea
and took shelter in mumbai under a monsoon swaying tree
i let go of my miserable art in the undying london snow
and ate a bizarre beijing dinner to go with the flow
i ran after a friend in conakry to wish him goodbye
i always looked up in respect towards the pleasant german sky

i returned to a romanian forest to deceive my endless pain
only to forget it all in the danish late night rain
then i locked myself in a cheerless room near newcastle upon tyne
to hang myself from the neck, my life could no longer rhyme..

i don’t support suicide neither am i depressed.
this poem is merely a journey of a depressed mind with no purposeful meaning. you may or may not connect with it. thanks.

Ode to the Ruins

on a sunday of a lifetime
i ran into the woods to laugh and whine
there i saw a story flying through the breeze
that made me perplexed and brought me to my knees
the story of a time when rabbits happily hopped under the moon
when the nightingale would sing and dance for a friendly loon
an old branch back in time was home to a black leopard
the leaves grew big to feed the goats of the poor shepherd
a little tigress quenched her thirst from this dried-up lake
when the nigthly owls of the past would fly around to stay awake
a seeking bison once cheerfully traced the footprints of a hiding deer
the forest was large but their gracious hearts were so near
the monkeys carelessly ate fruits from this giant tree
when the elephants ignored and went on a sleeping spree
crickets went out of tune for the fireflies to glow
but a railway corridor was laid not so long ago

abruptly the story collapsed and died in front of my eyes
i couldn’t believe it all and thought it was full of lies
i went back home to forget what i saw, only to fall asleep
i didn’t know 70 years later it’d make me weep
a coal mine was dug in the forests’ golden heart
so we moved through the barren lands in a bullock cart
days turned to years and we saw the pigeons fly
money came in time but no one heard the voiceless cry
then the jungle turned to a park for the picnic tribe
the coal too was gone only to welcome the man made vibe
we witnessed a village turn to a fashionable town
but soon the floods came in to take us down
as we struggled in the water waiting for the rescue team
the curtain fell so hard on us to break our endless dreams

our souls are now too weak to survive this dark abyss
the snakes still roam the place, we just can’t hear them hiss

An Idiot’s Poem

why should i be the only one
to compromise my love
and not post about it on social media?
why should i be the only one
to stay quiet amidst a gathering
and not ramble about what comes to mind?
why should i be the only one
to pretend that i am asleep
and not spend the night out with my rage?
why should i be the only one
to follow the rules of the past
and not misbehave when i am in my senses?
why should i be the only one
to allow someone to empower me
and not go crazy till my point is proved?
why should i be the only one
to be modest and a tad bit naive
and not even flaunt my erratic mood swings?
why should i be the only one
to stand numb among my friends
and not smoke to enhance my personality?
why should i be the only one
to be caged inside my house
and not travel to explore my insanity?
why should i be the only one
to write poetry for self satisfaction
and not publicize it for personal attention?
why should i be the only one
to make sense about anything
and not be loud in this chaotic world?
why should i be the only one
to be simply understood
and not have someone spend sleepless nights thinking about me?

why should i be the only one
with a tear in my eye as i crave to be inhuman?

i am here, in this plethora of people
where everyone has a lot to say and suffocate honesty with their aura

the sound of war is music to our ears

i am surrounded by people of similar interests, they make me smile, everyone wants to shoot in the heart of silence
but this show has barely begun
nothing calms me more than knowing
i am not the only one

-hamid

evelyn

a plastic bag slides off the black pavement 
when hesitant eyes gaze at the 6th floor balcony
and the umbrella becomes more fragile against the wind so cold
dark burnt walls appear to be calm and strong

while the symphonic screams combine with the rattle of water drops
the presence of no one around gets hauntingly loud
the night succumbs to the painful storm of clear images 
and palpitations suddenly rise to grow insane

standing right there on top, for a moment she appears like a blank ghost
disappears along with white light, and the rain continues to pour down from the lamp post

“evelyn, i take all the blame….
haunt me again before i faint…”