- Shadiatique -: 2012

October 15, 2012

The Dead One

The dead one

That still dreams about existence

Complains about the dark grave

Weakness in bones

Vacancy in the heart

Recall the passing courage

Where the passion date

I have been told

The dead one was brave

Only braves die

and suffer in graves,

And from the scary tales of death above

Ashamed, if I visit your grave

Afraid, if you ask me that question.

I know you, you cannot rest

Untill the people change

You will in every visit

Ask me the question

Any changes in our situation?

Ah, still there is humiliation

Many caught up in your death.

Obituary published with love

Asking, where is now the home of

the brave one?

Affected, Unlikely .. feel outcasted

Sad, unlucky and now buried

Derived strength from the entombed

echo of the whining beloved.

I thought my deep silence
Will make them avoid my company
My sweet smile wouldn't evoke
Their violence.

But hear the irony.

I could walk, dream and observe my life
In silence .... Never would provoke any.

I have been hushed to,
But I understood it.

They had their space
But I wanted my peace.

I understood them
even when they were wordless

My job was to be still
When they pushed
Mute when they hushed

I just realized that some school children learned not to fight when they get bullyed. It became understandable to be silent and to take hits like everyone elser. I work in a highschool, and we experience these boys and girls that do not take a step against bullying even if with my help.

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2012

October 13, 2012

The Chaos of the Heart

World of hearts and bunch of sins

Every heart appears carrying

That feeling of sins.

Chaos in the heart

The heart can watch the sins grow

And the sins grow Fine next to heart door

Later the sins grows to buildings

Like lego... Over each other

The hearts are now used to see the sins

Or to commit them and just leave them to grow

As they were buildings or houses.

Furthermore ...

The heart can sometimes get angry

And pray that the almighty might send

To destroy the earth or only the sins

To tear down the buildings

The heart never wanted to remember

The existence of the sins!

But,

This is just the chaos in the heart

Never know who to criticize

The sins or those who commit them.

Written first time in oct. 31st 2005 published oct. 13 2012

August 25, 2012

The Old Iris

From Home ...

The dust of those who have gone before us

The empty houses of our beloved ones

The only cloud on the blue sky
I call from home.

Trees of our home, and the old builders

that only build the land for 20 years

Expected the youth would be with them!

Wisdom of our grandfather

Planting on our earth

I'm the rock that shamelessly

forgot where his roots are.

Back Home

Where my neighbours still visits me

Pure like Lily, or more like the white cloud

The days will come and the sun is right behind me.

Home, I call

I'm right behind that door

And the old Iris is with me.

August 09, 2012

Lethal Combination

Lethal combination

I spotted them both of them

Walking down the hills

Walking towards me

No, just walking, just to pass me

I wanted to walk away

Take another way

He saw me, our eyes met again

As I always do, I blamed my eyes

Do my eyes only catch or spot him ONLY

Then I blamed him for walking

on this sidewalk with someone else

It used to be our walk

Combined by our hearts, dreams and Love

A footpath that I will seek

Every afternoon, just to remember or to forget.

Everything is the same in my life.

Walking towards me

No, just walking, just to pass me

They passed and he was smiling.

This smile.. This walk with another

This "me" walking

What a lethal combination.

May 21, 2012

Waiting

Exited eyes

Shaking lips

Unsteady fingers

Strong heart beats

Waiting,

Finely apeared from afar

Waved his hand - Hey you!

Uncontroled tears droped

down on my cheek.

"I could kiss your tears away"

He said. "But these tears

I wish to see everytime -"

April 26, 2012

The Burdens of Surviving

I closed my eyes for a few moments

Then I saw us together. How brilliant?!

The old memory, with little melody

The fine harmony feels so permanent.

The good memories

Defeated by, the moment I open my eyes

I wish I could run from your memories

But the last thing I need is

to go back to your reality

To your tyranny.

In the end

We all get cured of our Sentiment.

Some of us seek medicine of happiness

Some of us search for a long time!

Then there is some like me

Close their eyes for a few moments

to re-build the old oasis

Re-experience the old Harmony

Hope to close my eyes

For a longer time.

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March 19, 2012

Near you now

When you fear tomorrow

When you see sadness & sorrow

In every corner.

Then you look around you

And I'm not near you

Would you just look after me

Deep in your heart?

I know, I know,

I know you would Search after me

in your heart I just know.

When you remeber me

When you look in the mirror

Every line on your face

Would be a story of our happiness/past.

The you look around

And I'm not near you

Would you just look after me

Deep in your heart?

I know, I know,

I know you would Search after me

in your heart I just know.

Long before you realize

That am not near I would be gone

March 07, 2012

Solid

I can do that

I can digg deep down in my heart

Search deep for an empty place

A place, not yet touched by a human being

I know there is an

Empty and pure place in my heart.

I can build again my old castle

Plant the place with new hope

I can welcome anyone in my place.

I can do that

Despite The cruelty of my Heart

And it's hardness

I can build me back up inside.

My stiffen heart,

I have not yet experienced anything

That would turn you to a steel

Maybe solid and stabile heart.

February 15, 2012

Remind me - Becoming Relentless

If you find my heart cold

like the winter.

Heedless of your love signals

Remind me of your existence in life

Poke or punch me

Through yourself on me

Maybe I'm asleep

Or I would lose my feelings

Remind me

Because I can be relentless

Or love will no more interest me

Remind me of you

January 26, 2012

I Will Visit You - Thursday Poets Rally

I Will Visit You

Keep your door open

in case I stop by your home

I can't reveal the mystery of tomorrow,

but just until my Watch stops moaning

Until the Sun gives birth of a Light

Until the Spring rides on the season knight

Keep your door open

in case I stop by your home
I would be afraid to knock on your door

Or maybe my courage will let me down

& I wouldn't be able to knock

I will be overwhelmed,

even when I imagine

you open for me.

What I deal in my life

is just to mange to look at your window

see you listening to my music

dancing with closed eyes

as if I was between your arms.

Surely ...

I would run to you

Just keep your door open

ShadiatiQue

Shared with: Thursday Poets Rally Week 61

January 03, 2012

The Secret Garden

This breezy wind,

Guides me back to you

How can I guide me away

from the brunt of his words

With the eloquent of the poet

That still knocks on between my rips

Come with me, He says in gasp

To the secret Garden

To show you the youngest

Heart that is mentioned

with love till this moment.

You and I

mentioned this young heart

when our lips met in good.

Lips, contaminated

with the longing

of a platonic Love.

Our poor little Heart

is almost melting

from the grief

of not yet experienced

happiness.

Waft of words

on burning coals,

as the husky voice

"Come with me

to the secret Garden"

guide me back.

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