NO MORE

no more reasons for the rhymes

no more secrets in the lines

no more borrowing strength from words

no more searching distant shores


no more thoughts lost in a fumble

no more writes to stop the tumble

no more tapping on closed doors

no more need to test your nerves


no more longing to be loved

no more cries to God above

no more fighting to prove your value

no more hiding in the shadows


it is finally time to run free in heavenly meadows ...

it is time to enjoy the sound that perseverance echos

the gift that words have brought when tides turn

now strong to face the waves, as all that was... will fade and burn


Never left searching, for Love..

.... for Love is what you will No More long for

Love is the answer to all the no more...


@ US (Irfans) 5-24-2013 

Truths of the Vine

How do we catch ourselves in vines?
Vines that intertwine our lives..
Caught up in dreams lost in reality
Hoping to live a life lost in you and me.
Then seasons change, the leaves wither and fade.
The tangle of vines is all that remains.
Seeing now the tangles that engulfed me in you.
Wondering from where the roots ever grew.
Two drifting souls floating in dreams...
Lost in the beauty of all they believed.
Will the vines live through the cold of the storms?
New life to spring forth when life gets warm?
From where will the new growth come ...
When the souls no longer sour...
Beauty is no longer seen... along a distant shore.
It hides so deeply far beneath the dead old vine..
The dried up stem...

@s.irfanaleem 11.26.2013

Spirit

The Mind screams thoughts unbearable
The Heart aches tears unshedable
and so the fingers reach out and touch.
Creating words to the world...
readable, beautiful, relatable, captivating.

The spirit cries alone...
Betrayed by the simple release,
So belittled have its,
Screams,
Tears,
and Aches,
Been left to be.

Unseen in the shadows of the fingers creations.
Hidden from the world.
Behind...
Beautiful, captivating words.
Woven together to tell a story,
Without ever exposing the spirit inside.

The world watches, yet never sees,
Reads, yet never comprehends,
Lives, yet never blinks an eye...
Never in recognition...
of the spirit that dies within.

@s.i.aleem 5.19.14

Struggle

 

Each time in this broken mind
The struggle finds hope
Life begins to feel alive...

Someone else's version of what they see
Grips hold and shocks this minds sanity
The blinding force kicks in...

Forcing the mind to plan it out,
Step by step... slow and rational,
Being certain to clearly understand....

The ripple effect,
If life is to end at this moment...

How many pieces need to be laid straight?
How many lives need to be prepared?
How many arrangements would be struggled with?
Who would be left holding the pieces?...
The pieces of this decision I struggle to make...

How will hearts mend?
How will little ones grow?
Will it be with anger or sorrow that the void is filled?
Who will she turn to for hugs? Answers in life?
Who will tuck her into bed each night?
She will never have an answer for the call...
..."Mommy?"... No .."Yes" .. will reply from across the hall.

Yet the mind screams echos ...
Echos of Why try... Why Struggle...
What is the purpose of this life...
The ache of the heart... weighs unbearable.
At times when life just feels so unfixable....

The struggle between sanity and family...
Just might be the only thing that keeps...
The body alive through the nights.
The finest thread that holds onto life...
Is that their hurt might possibly be...
greater than what haunts the mind...
If love is released and life is discarded.

@S.I.Aleem 5.10.2014

Silenced Truth

The bitten tongue of silence...
The bitter taste of lies...
The tangle webs of deceptions...
And slowly the soul dies.... 

How long must this go on for?
How much more must be endured?
For if too long it takes, freedom to win...
The death most certain will not be yours.

Each moment slipped away like this...
Killing the truth inside...
Takes what is so dearly missed...
The reason to break free and try...

Hope, Desire, the Fight to be strong...
A life filled with Feelings again...
.... when does the tongue biting stop?...
.... when will the sweetness return?...
.... when do the webs fall untangled? ...
When the soul can live again...
Free to live in the truth, 
Spoken!

@susan.IAleem 5.7.2014