Manic or Talent?

Words jumble, ramble and flow
Emotions build, erupt and explode
Verses transform events in time
Beauty evolves from memories of the mind.

Pausing only to capture the words
Placing them in rows, lines to be heard
Someday something will draw me back again
To read the versus like long lost friends.

Fears, angers, smiles, and sighs
These are the thoughts that equal life
Perfections, rejections, hopes and dreams
Each one forever touches the very seams.

Woven so tenderly without a plan
Creating a trail... like footprints in sand
A story so unwittingly told, as each moment
The mind would so freely unfold.

Now the wonder lies in shadows of the mind
Created in moments so quick to fade
Versus that still hold beauty on this day...

Talent or Manic which was the drive?...
Creating the footprints that trail ones life.

@s.irfanaleem 11.26.2013

Never Change

May time nor age...
Words nor change...
Ever find way...
To change what it feels like....
To be held by you each night.

I love you.
Good night.

 

@s.irfanaleem 11.14.13

Running in Ones Mind

 A reconnection with ones mind...
A link back to the path that fills time....
Can often be a different path to take...
Yet when followed openly...
Holding onto the soul....
It can lead one to the greatest places...
They could ever hope to go.
For all the answers to one's fears... ...
All the memories of the years...
The hopes and dreams of all to come...
Will be found along the path....
If one will but freely run.

@s.irfanaleem. 11.15.13

Souls Wealth

I often lay here in your arms...
Wondering to myself...
If you have any idea what its like...
To be held in the arms of your souls wealth...

The greatest treasure

this soul had ever dreamed of,

imagined, or held...
Lays here each night...

           So gently.....
Without a sense of its true self... 

 Keeping warm, giving a heartbeat,
Touching oh so tenderly... ...
One million, two billion, three... Maybe four? 

 No, priceless... Is what these moments are.

May we live and love long enough,

to have...  Ten million moments more....

 @s.irfanaleem. 11.13.13

Treasure

There are many memories...
Words captured,
thoughts written to perfection...
Places to revisit and live.
        a special time or thing we shared....
Just close your eyes and get lost in them....

What does it take to bring them back to life again?
              .... Nothing....
Honestly, nothing.
Because once it is lived, captured treasured and cherished...
It is gone.
Breath can never flow through it again.
It just becomes a treasure to hold in our heart,
a reason to live, to dream...
A Treasure to keep.

@s.irfanaleem  11.13.13

A Lifetime Ago

A lifetime ago or so it would seem.
Love came along and captivated me.
Yanking hearts into a dream,
Taking time beyond life's boundaries.
Moments turned into memories.
Evolving into a fantasy...
Slowly, oh so slowly... heartbeats echo...
Amidst the minds confusion, Love silently screams.

@s.irfanaleem  11.13.13

Questioning

These thoughts that run and stumble free,
Leave with me questions only I can read...
If this lacks the emotion,
How does it find the passion?
At times this thing is sure and sweet,
Others it becomes routine...
So does this mean ...
I have lost the love inside of me?
Has my mind been scared
with so much of life...
That my heart won't let me hold on tight??

I love the little things you do,
I love the way you make me feel,
I love the love you show to me,
So, why can't I find love inside of me?
Touches of tenderness I feel,
Moments of endearment that seem so real...
Then, Gone... Disconnected....
I find myself living... waiting to be,
Rejected.

What did I ask for?
What did I seek?
Was I really searching,
to fill this void inside of me?

@s.irfanaleem  11.13.13

Not A Perfect Me

I'm not perfect everyday
not so perfect in every way...
some days I wake up happy and free
and other days... I'm just a miserable me.
I can be pleasant, and productive,
I love to get things done!!
Then there are the moments...
I wish I could hide from life..
                         or tuck and run....
Days when a word slips from my mouth...
a phrase that should never be heard inside this house.
There are moments when I am just not me,
I can't always see the perfection...
in the world that surrounds me.
If I'm not allowed to be an imperfect me
If I can never feel the break or bend
then on all the other days.. I will never see
how great I stand when I stand as...
a More perfect me.

@s.IrfanAleem 8-31-13

Lost Poetry

 
Where did the thoughts go?
Why don't the rhymes ring?
What has stopped the poetry?
From running through this mind so free...

Has peace stilled the frenzy?
Has happiness calmed the fears?
Does Love keep me too busy?
Have smiles replaced  lifes tears...

Balance would be nice...
Expression is a treasured vice.
Searching within the mind and soul,
For words that can find freedom to grow...

Searching for the poetry in me...
Searching for words to breath...
Looking shallow, Looking deep...
for the key... to... Lost Poetry.

@s.irfanaleem 11/06/2013