Cosmos

I wrote this today. Words came to me early in the morning. Felt good to write after so long

Write me a love song,
Take me to strawberry fields.
Let's jump till we reach the sky,
Let's hang out among the stars tonight.

Blow me kisses,
Let my heart beat a little longer.
It's a race towards the sky,
Let heaven wait a little longer.

Wrap me in the palm of your hands,
I'll erase me till I fit.
Strawberry fields calling out to us,
Let's hang out among the clouds tonight.

Stars dancing in your eyes,
Innocent dreams set in mine.
Let's take a walk among the planets tonight,
Let's do a waltz; their orbit, our floor.

Let's take a walk to the cosmos tonight,
Constellations shining bright.
Let the galaxy be our witness, the meteors our celebrations.
Tonight, let's enter in union.

Fleurs de L'amour

There's a hollow pain in my chest where my heart ought to be
Rainy days aren't all that charming anymore
On cold winter nights sitting by a fire side,
Near me is where you ought to be.

Should I consider this love?
This madness, this, this insanity?
For never once has it happened before
That love ought to inspire me.

There's a twinkle in your eyes,
A passion that hasn't died.
There's a spark in my heart,
An unsettling electricity in the dark.

Champagne doesn't thrill me,
Sinatra once spoke of it.
Cosumed by indolentia,
You are the ultimate kick.

19-1-2011
Wednesday

Sans Bénéfice

I dream,
Begging to be inspired
Throw that bigotry out the door—
A fire has come alive.
I dream,
Begging to be inspired
Care not I for a moment’s worth of insipidity;
I refuse to let it harbour within me.
I dream,
Begging to be inspired.
Prosaic minds absoluting prototypical notions—
Nay sir, I abjure—I cradle not mine in a bridled casket.
I dream,
Begging to be inspired
Breathe-in an air of avant-garde;
Senses ignited by revolutionary flames.

You dream
Aiming to discipline my abstract complexities
Blame not I you sir;
You breathe in a world curbed by conformity;
Bigotry the skeletal structure of your borrowed notions.

But I abjure.

I abjure.

You!
Oust your bigot roots up from the ground;
And march like revolutionaries
For trees of antagonism
Reap no fruits.
Sans bénéfice.


12.1.2010
Tuesday
Arfah Shahid Siddiqi

Burning Among The Stars

You’re the magnet,
I’m the ground;
[So walk all over me].
Emotions, unsound.
Hanging by a thread,
Our relationship is the metal.
Baby it’s a war with gravity.
The stars were never too easy to reach,
But they’re now burning in the palm of my hand.
You were the magnet,
I was the ground.
You walked all over me.
Emotions, unsound.
Hanging by a thread,
Our relationship was the metal.
Baby ‘twas a war with gravity.

2/10/09
Friday

Countdown To The BreakDown

Climb the pedestal,
Oh so high!
1, 2, 3!
Lights, camera, action!

What?! Broken already?!
But the show must go on!
4, 5, 6!
Well go on! Play this part with a broken heart.

7, 8, 9!
No time to take off the mask yet.
Go on! Recite the lines!
Stand high with your broken pride!

10, 12, 15! You lost the count and you lost your soul!
So just go on!
Play along.
Recite the lines to your rehearsed role.

Oh, the fall!
The fall from grace.
Pull the trigger-
Save face!

Beauty in the breakdown,
Fashion magazines.
Cigarettes and cocktails and cocaine!
Oh darling!
You’re spiraling down the staircase to fame!

Shattered dreams,
Forgotten trophies.
Framed glossy covers-
An ode to callous beauty!

Six feet under,
Cold, still and desolate.
Forgotten, really
Flames to dust.

Climb the pedestal,
Oh so high!
3, 2, 1!
Embrace the fall.

Monday, 24th August, 2009

Moonlight Is Bleeding From Out Of Your Soul

Entranced by the bleeding moon,
The traveller stands bewitched.
Crimson moonlight beams
Seeping through a valley of sins.
As the zephyr blows,
The traveller stares
Chill piercing to the bone.
And he stares...
Frozen in a bewildering muse
Entranced by the bleeding moon.

18th August, 2009.
Tuesday.

The title is taken from the song "Lazarus" by Porcupine Tree.
The poem is in no way inspired by that song, only the title was [taken from it]

The Mirage

Waiting...
As the moon falls to glory.
Bright, sparkling...piercing.
Mighty, fierce, Royal.

Waiting...
As the fall blooms to spring.
Colourful, cheery...austentatious.
Fragrant, breezy, addictive.

Waiting,
As the love turns to hate...
Fast, easy...salvation.
A coveted fragment of your imagination.

Waiting,
As the tears turn to laughter.
Hopeless, futile...impossible.
Fireflies burn not sans flame.

18th August, 2009.
Tuesday.

Annihilation

Riven by perfection,
Decadence can be healing.
Frozen in bewildering snow
An ignition can be life-saving.
For on raging nights when clouds are ablaze
When agile fury sets a heart on flames,
Therein grows from among the ashes of fatal catastrophe,
A phoenix once fallen, now born anew.

Arfah Shahid Siddiqi
24.5.09

Divine Intervention

Divine Intervention

For every tear fallen,
And every dream broken.
For every sigh unheard,
And every cry unheeded.
For every moment you crippled,
And every moment you fell.
For every plea,
And every hope.
For every soul crushed,
And every heart broken.
For every spirit dampened,
And every aura darkened.
For every prayer unanswered,
And every ego crippled.
For every desire unsatiated,
And every hunger emaciated.
For a past that never ends,
And wounds that never mend.
For every thought uninspired,
And every colour faded.
For every lost battle,
And every lost warrior.
For ecstatic moments unsmiled,
And each emotion disguised.
For a world that never was,
And never will be yours:
Some day a thousand splendid suns
Shall rise to the zenith of grueling sense.
Rays of wisdom shall dance down,
Basking a wall-flower in unfathomable glory.
Every petal illuminated
With Divine Light,
Every herb cleansed anew
With droplets of rain.
This is for you, and this is for I,
This is for me, and for my life.
Someday you and I, we will rise;
Rise to the zenith of unfathomable glory.

1.5.09
Friday.

This poem means so much to me..

I didn't write this..you might find out who did, but..this is the best gift that person could give me..thank you so much =)..it's just perfect. If only you knew how much you make me happy .. =)

How I wish the storm would settle
And the ship would return
How I wish the wind would blow gently
And take the rain clouds away
How I wish the flowers would blossom
And contrast the thin grass blades
How I wish the moon would shine more
And the tides rock the dreamers
How I wish for a new dawn
And the sun would set peacefully
How I wish things were different
Just for you
How I wish I could make you smile
From your heart
And how I wish I could add colour to your life
Like you do to mine
Oh how I wish..

Shielding Tomorrow

Shielding Tomorrow

Feed my oblivious mind with lies of tomorrow,
Rif my anticipation of further sorrows.
Try as you may but you fail again;
You cannot make me see the beauty of tomorrow.

You observe the sky,
The moon and stars in all their glory.
Your hear the crashing waves on the shore,
The feeling of wet sand so cold.

I see no moon, I see no stars
Only the sheer brilliance of my loving heart.
No crashing waves, no thunder skies
Only the stormy depths of my silent cries.

Life's happier side is filled with lies,
For every day ends with night.
Each blossoming flower falls from grace,
Come autumn there lingers a ghostly haze.

So fill not my mind with lies of tomorrow,
Rid not my anticipation of future sorrows.
In pain I prepare myself,
To shield the ambush of tomorrow.

11.2.09
Wednesday
2.25 am.

Lifeless Existence

Lifeless Existence

A thousand years in the continuity of life,
A thousand summers bloomed.
Dewy freshness and dancing peacocks,
Crumpled autumn leaves.

And so a lifetime be gone
Except here I stand questioning the Heavens above;
"Hallowed be Thy Name
Why this lifeless existence?"

"Why teacheth Thou this heart to beat?
Why teacheth Thou this heart to bleed?
Why giveth Thou this soul to be?
Why giveth Thou this mortal heed?"

Shooting meteors and turning fates,
Buried morals and broken spirits,
All but one remains firmly unshaken;
Questions of a lifeless existence.

11.2.09
Wednesday.
2:00 a.m.

The Elucidations Of A Saint

The Elucidations Of A Saint

I see it, I see the pain behind her topaz eyes.
Marked by a chasm in destiny, one life never expected.
I see it, I see the abysmal despair.
And if it bore some fruit to barter hearts, I would do it, I would do it all for you. Alas! We're two broken souls in one body. Two broken souls with two broken hearts.
I see it, I see through your mask;
The broken bits of that loving heart.
Where does it come from? The strength to move along?
To pretend nothing ever went wrong?
I know you're hurting. I see those tears.
I see the shadows of your broken past.
You give, and you give more.
Neglecting your pining heart.
And I stand at a distance, and glance.
I stare, wishing to fill your world with love.
Wishing to give you happiness so vast,
That no starry night, no moon, no sun, no falling star could compare it's brilliance.
No star could fathom its depth.
No weight could measure its purity.
I wish to give it all to you,
Alas! It happens not.
Blood binds us, and yet you push me away.
Out of your world, out of your life.
Why the fear to let go?
Why the desire to take it all in?
Why the choice to suffer for those who let your soul burn and fall to ashes?
You walk away, leaving me but one answer:
The elucidations of a saint.


3:03 am
7th February, 2009
Saturday.

A poem for me by Rabia...

You were my silver lining
the only light to be seen for miles
my best friend
you led me out of the deary darkness
and into the comforting arms of the night
my best friend
you stood by me when clouds of gloom loomed overhead
and made the haze dissapear
my best friend
you healed the jaded scar in my heart
and sew it back to pieces
my bestfriend
you always knew when i was down
and knew how to cheer me up
my bestfriend
you mean more to me than mere words can say.

It nearly made me cry...so sweet, so honest, I just..to have a poem written about you, it's not very often that it happens, and it did to me, and she made me feel so special..
Weird how words can affect you and change your whole perception about things and how you look at things and people..
=)
Thank you Rabia, it's beautiful. And it means so much to me. I treasure it and keep it with all my heart, and I promise to try and be there for you whenever I can. =)

The Silence of a Raging Fire

The Silence of a Raging Fire

And in the fire of my presence, I see your visage.
It’s burning me; flames of remorse engulfing me.
And in the ashes of my future, I see your corpse,
Limp and frail it lies, helpless it screams with silent cries.

Are we impotent to the birth of our lives?
Is it as weak as it seems?
I reach out for you and try to quench my thirst,
Futile as it is, for barren lands don’t pacify desires.

You’re the moon in the night sky that seems just inches away,
The horizon in my landscape.
The mirage of my life;
A deception,; a lie.

We are no novice,
To life’s vehement hostility.
So then why does this turn of destiny catch me off guard?
Why does this fire burn the thoughts of our predicted fate?

And I’m falling; free-falling into nothingness;
Free-falling into everything.
Free-falling into this abyss,
Nothing to cushion the fall.

And I lie here,
Stuck in my own prison, and I can’t break free.
I lie here, intoxicated by this numbness,
As my demons encircle me.

I lie here,
Frozen in this concrete silence.
A thousand words are left unspoken,
As I seal my lips and silently wait, silently break.

Silenced by deception,
Silenced by pain.
Tears in eyes,
And the world slowly spins.

A new day,
A new world.
A new past,
A new wound.

Flames of memories burn inside,
A deafening silence overtaking me.
I watch the flames of our memories burn,
As I leave behind the ashes of our past.

Arfa Shahid Siddiqi
Completed at: 18th September, 2008,Thursday, at 1:57 am.

Been trying to write this for almost a month now..this is the longest I've taken to complete a poem...just couldn't get to the ending, was stuck at the 4th paragraph, after the first two lines.

Fickle Destiny

I wrote this poem yesterday. Comments would be appreciated. I might even set out distributing dimaonds as a token of appreciation...if only I was the Sheikha of Dubai.. *dreams*..
Oh..em Yah..

Fickle Destiny

Some thousand years ago from now,
In a God-forsaken land,
A little princess was born,
Unknown of her curse to man.

What once was behind those sinless eyes,
Tainted it is with the wrath of nefarious mortals.
What once were lucid emotions on a childish countenance,
Is now a decisive façade on a precocious childhood.

What once was believed to be a benevolent heart;
Sans revenge, sans shame, sans remorse,
Is now an absolute block of frozen emotions;
Sending shivers down the backbone of a vile past.

What once was meant to be the blossoming of a supple rose,
Resulted in the formation of fallen petals.
Who once was meant to be a butterfly,
Now flies on the wings of a moth.

Been versed to the point of perfection,
That destiny is fickle.
It surely is so,
Because hers could not be further from the truth.

Victim is,
What sinner does.
Life is,
How destiny turns.

So was the case,
For our cryptic princess.
A victim to
The crimes of destiny.

A thousand years begone,
And to this day she lives.
Though merely breathing.
For who says
Breathing is living?

She’s breathing through each day,
Each hour of long-lost tranquility.
She’s breathing through each day,
Each hour of long-lost demise.

12th June, 2008.
Thursday.