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A Curse

A mysterious curse,  a series of unfortunate events, 
My complicated life,  divided in different segments,

Is it a curse or a blessing from above that I see,
The world for it is, not what it pretends to be,

Riding on bus,  journeying through time,
If this is my punishment, what is my crime?

I often think about them,  but not everyone believes,
I wonder if there is a common tree, if we are branches or leaves,

I wonder if some will flower in grace, 
I wonder if others will fall without a trace,

I wonder if we will travel to them,
I wonder if we are connected by a stem,

I wonder if we figure it out,
I wonder what’s it all about,

I still think sometimes about her,
But my fading memory of her is just a blur,

Then I think about the miltiverses beyond any count,
The possibilities of realities of infinite amount,

Who am I Oh Who am I?
A voice? A plea? A cry?

A poet, an observer, a messenger,
Journeying through time and space,  a passenger,

A glorious curse, destiny and fate,
Ready for a new adventure, it’s never too late.

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My Zen State

I have lived a long long life,
Full of ups and down and strife, 

There have been many versions of me,
Ali one, Ali two and Ali three, 

I made many friends along the way,
Some of them come and go but others always stay, 

But in my heart I’ve always been a loner,
Love to be by myself, alone, a stoner, 

Because alone I can unleash my restless mind and swim,
To search the heavens and the Earth, to find Him, 

When the cusriosity grows,
And the creativity flows, 

When the mind begins to sing,
Let it fly and attach no string, 

All the moments of life,
I think and I think back,
The good, the bad,
The white, the black, 

But this life is shades of grey,
Hunter sometimes, sometimes prey,
Sometimes sad, sometimes gay,
Sometimes deny Him, sometimes pray, 

This is not crisis of identity,
This cursed blessing is my penalty,
Its self inflicted, not from the Immortal Entity
This is, by design, my design, my eternity 

My choices mingled with my fate,
Chose to love and forgot the hate,
This is me, this is my zen state,
This wonderful life, feels so great,

Enlightened

Cursed is the heart, hurt, broken and dark,

burnt, destroyed, played, still carries the spark;

 

Storms of destruction, change, are weighing again,

the liars, the heart breakers, are playing again;

 

Its a game of love, you win or you die,

a fool to pursue,a fool to never try;

 

Trust in this world of deception and illusions,

perfect lives, beautiful wives, mere delusions;

 

So now wake you up, enlightened, open your eyes,

to broken trust, promises, and not so good byes;

 

She is gone, left you, but you are still here,

forget her, forgive her, move on I dare.

Cursed Heart

Once again here, you are sitting alone,

with tears in your eyes, wet, crying,

once again betrayed, she is gone,

didn’t matter if you held or kept trying,

 

falling in love, your biggest mistake,

believing the liars, their feelings fake,

giving your everything, nothing you take,

when will you learn, learn for heavens sake,

 

but “the world doesn’t stop turning”,

the fire of love and passion is out,

its flame extinguished, not burning,

I was a fool, I was played no doubt,

 

So how are you going to trust again,

what will you do to end this pain,

what did you lose, what did you gain,

you are lost, your mind going insane,

 

how are you going to turn this around,

lost your heart, never to be found,

the depth of ocean, no light, no sound,

a curse follows you, a hells hound.