Tuesday, 29 March 2016

Places have been...

Have you ever been alone in the dark
That the only thing you have with you is your thought
Time can draw out like a blade
You don't ever want to leave
And the only thing you desire is peace

Have been to places
Have seen Harvey the rabbit
The second cousin of lucas the bunny
Have been to the real world
To come back clean as a virgin's honeypot

I traveled all around the world
To see kings and Queens
Have seen priests and all sort of fine people
A figment of my imaginations
All in thin air

Yes have been places
Through the figment of my imagination
With just a single ticket,
To the library, to be the PLACES HAVE BEEN.

                                        - onemellowhijabi

Saturday, 19 March 2016

ONLY IF ...

The sun makes the heat
But the earth bears the burden,
The eyes fall, the legs fall too, bruise-less
It is the eyes that fall in love
But the heart bears the burden

The eyes makes the tears
But really it is the soul that cries
Heart bleeds, blood-less
Body fails, broken, worth-less
Soul, heart, body why bear the burden

If only each can take its burden
No division of pain
Let the eyes carry it's own pains
Then soul, heart and body can be saved
But ONLY IF...
Only if each can.

                                             - onemellowhijabi

Wednesday, 2 March 2016

Too close to be far.

I was so far from you
Yet to you i was always so close
We had met, only to part too soon
Time Ticking away
Then I was but close, and you were too far

Time closing the gap, distance inevitable reality
A reality you felt
Lost in your thought an empty space
Slowly to gain strength to fill it up
A time to heal a bleeding soul
Then you are close to me, I are but far

Miles away, minds distances
As though we were to be
We were close little did you know
Little did we know, our time Yet to come

You always thought, too far to be close
Yet not our time to be
But now it is here, the time has come
Our time, TOO CLOSE TO BE FAR

                                           - onemellowhijabi.

Wednesday, 17 February 2016

Remember to Forget

When I think about how our life is spent
You feel you had put all in place
When I think about how our past is spent
You feel we still have a future
But in fact our past makes our future

When I see the you I know is gone
You think am not right
But in fact you had left
And have always been on the right
Then you think we are still here
But in fact we are done

When I see so to say no more
You think that I am, still I are
When I gave you life,
You try to take it from me
But I will  REMEMBER TO FORGET you
Even though I always forget to remember.

                                            - OneMellowHijabi

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

In-RELIEVED

When you have loved too hard
You feel you have love-less
When you are too hurt
You feel you have less-pain
When you are still-living
But you don't know you are a living dead

When you are too old to die young
You think you will die anyways
When you are stinged not bee-sting
But you feel a bitter-honey flow in your veins
When your tears flows like the nile
But you feel nothing just dryness of the soul

When you see your dreams crashing right there
But you are helpless, can't touch a thing
Then you know it's all gone, long too gone
Except for the spoils and the dust of the crash
Dust that chock, chocking the life out of you

Now do you feel relieved or in-RELIEVED

                                             - OneMellowHijabi

Saturday, 1 August 2015

Lazy write

Talent long had, yet to loose
All of me indeed see this, yet to receive
As the grace linger,sanctity, yet to fade
At the height of this strength
All almost lost at this lazy town

Some strength to pull back
That lazy strength from the lazy write
The lazy write to stir the strong
Cheering you, that lazy cheer
For all not to be lost at that lazy town

The glory almost lost to be brought back
The lazy write found the strength
From the lazy friend full of love
Write back to grace
As all is gained from strength to grace

Sunday, 12 April 2015

Pulitzer 1994: the death of the dead


Drawn by the drought
From the north to the east
A land of the dead
Some await their death
A struggle with life
Yet the bird await the death

A snap of shot
A turn so snappy
He struggled amidst his death
A prize was won
He won his prize, death  pulitzer prize
The death of the dead, a suicide

The man had his death won
The child had the destiny gone
We all earn a prize
All has a prize, not just the pulitzer prize