Nairobi...

Found a superb blog about Nairobi, the city I love...had to share it.

http://migrationology.com/2011/01/things-to-do-in-nairobi-kenya-101/
 

For Old Times Sake.....(Poetry)

Old times sake...
Just the way we used to do this,
And remember when we did that,
A near miss, a close call,
A grand entrance or a clumsy fall,
I remember it all, you remember it all.

The times when you made me laugh,
Times when I made you cry,
Times that flew by before we knew it,
Yes, the time really does fly.

Oh! The prank we played,
How much did we laugh,
And that one time we got caught,
Which one of us took the blame?

Well we may not be so crazy now,
But I know each one of us,
Left a part of us in those times,
And we visit there alone,
To meet our former selves...
For old times sake...
 

Attraction.....(Poetry)

It wears a mask of affection,
It stirs emotions, passion and compassion,
It makes me feel noble and honest,
Yet a sinful tinge it leaves, attraction.

Deceptive, Compulsive and addictive,
Yet it wears a halo, I know,
Like a fallen angel,
Its powers unrestrained,
A duel within my soul.

I glance, I lower my eyes,
Confused and ashamed,
But it lends me armour,
Shields me from guilt,
It wears a mask of affection,
Yet it still is attraction.
 

I Took The Rainbow Apart....(Poetry)

I took the rainbow apart,
Watched it through the watchglass,
I chased it beyond horizon,
I picked it up from thin air.

Every color I touched,
Dispersed in thin air so fast,
Every time,
I outstretched my arm,
I caught vaccum in my hand.

The pot of gold it promised,
Is as elusive as this band of hues,
It gives hope in rains of despair,
But I know it can give no more.

I know now that rainbow lives,
Only in my mind,
Yet every time I see the rainbow,
I believe.

Illusion..... (Poetry)

Its a dazzling night,
Gold encrusted and bright,
I am drunk but yet in my senses, I see you,
In front of me, My eyes do not decieve,
I do not need anymore reason to believe,
There are many here, But I see you.

Yet so unreal, so surreal is this vision,
You are right here, but you are an illusion.

You smile, you wink, you even whisper in my ears,
I see in your eyes and you show me unshed tears,
I know of a heart that beats for someone out there,
But in that heart I know, I have a place somewhere.
You voice lost in the noise, but I know I hear you,
You seem to be far away, yet I feel I am near you.

Yet so unreal, so surreal is this vision,
You are right here, but you are an illusion.

I know you are reality for someone, somewhere,
And I am an illusion for you in that world there,
Our worlds so different, so separate,
In my world, your boundary is the wall of your prison,
In your world, My footsteps are constrained by reason,
And though we both are made of smoke for each other,
I see you, I hear you, I feel you like none other.

Yet so unreal, so surreal is this vision,
You are right here, but you are an illusion.

आज...

एक किरण सूरज की जो तुम्हे लुभाए,
और एक लकीर सी राह जो टेढ़ी ही सही,
मंजिल तक ले जाए,
एक आवाज़ जो दिल से निकले,
और दिल ही सुने,
एक सुर जो दिल ही बजाये,
एक गीत जो दिल की गहराइयों से आये,
एक गीत जो दिल गाना चाहे,
बस सुनो उस आवाज़ को,
गुन्गुनाओं उस गीत को,
आज वही करो जो दिल चाहे.

Indecision...

There are so many me in me,
But us is more than I or we,
A thousand hearts and equal minds,
Force that scatters, force that binds,
A ship with twenty one captains,
Three masts and seven sails,
One captain that steers,
Does it mean that every other fails,
Is it a fight to take control,
Or running away from it,
Is it a place where many roads meet,
Or from where many roads leave,
But all roads do not lead to Rome,
So where do I want to go?
 

Shay

Like a morning that dispels darkness,

From scared hearts,

A fragment of light that opens the door,

Of a dark tunnel,

Like an afternoon that spreads a yellow blanket,

To keep her children warm on a winter day,

Your smile seeps into my consciousness,

Scaring away the monsters, of uncertainty and doubt,

When I can go no more, I tell myself you are there,

Fighting your battles,

Facing your nemesis,

Yet spreading warmth and support,

Sending gifts of confidence and joy,

Be there like the North Star,

To guide us lost travelers,

Like you always do.

Monsoon Tales

The shining silver drops from sky,
Glistening gold in sunlight bright,
As rainbow unfolds in colors of glory,
And stars wait their turn to shine in the night.

The wet velvet night it would be,
Hearing distant rumblings from the sea,
Do clouds bring lore from far and yore,
As ship raises anchor and sets sail,
This monsoon has a story to tell.

Shayari 1 - Iljaam

ऐ मोहब्बत तू अब हमें कोई पैगाम न दे,

दर्द मिलता हैं जब मोहब्बत अंजाम न दे,

हम तोह बेवफा को भी बेवफाई का नाम न दे,

वह भूलकर हमें सजाये हुए हैं अपनी महफ़िल,

ऐ ज़ुल्फी, तू उन्हें भूल जाने का इल्जाम न दे.

Love's Promise Unfulfilled.......Poem

I can see your face in the distant window,
Your eyes on the road coming from hills,
Veiled by the mists of uncertainty,
And tears waiting to happen,
By joy or by sorrow...

I hear you whisper my name in the nights,
And feel your breath on my spine,
As you recall me from your memories,
And wrap your arms around yourself,
Hugging me tight...

I am guilty of passion, I am guilty of desire,
I am guilty of the spark that lit the fire,
That burnt down your hopes, your dreams,
And left you with ashes of longings,
I am guilty of love's promise unfulfilled.

The Prison Wall

There's a prison wall that you can't see,
A wall that's not just between you and me,
The wall that keeps out and keeps in,
But wonder how this silence seeps in,
Not solitude but loneliness abounds,
The wall still stands its grounds,
My silent screams shatter it no more,
Not a single crack in its sturdy armor,
A wall that I have to break or scale,
A soulful song or a gallant tale.

Turncoat..... (Poem)

A renegade, a traitor,
I roam the streets hooded and hiding,
A white knight I seem,
A magnificient horse that I am riding,
Yet so appaling is the mirror,
That I smashed it,
To a thousand pieces of ugliness,
Each shard a broken promise,
Bloody on the edge,
Crystal clear image,
My shining armor does little,
To protect me from piercing glances,
A thousand fiery accusing lances,
My loyalty bleeding with my heart,
And burning in fire of desire,
A picture of dead Gandhi,
A shadow of dead Guevera,
A lost Lenin, a mute Marx,
Thousand hungry eyes,
Staring at my well fed form,
A changed me, no longer,
A firebrand advocate of reform,
A swirling river of emotions,
That have left my tears dry,
And my smile, manufactured,
Perfect yet inanimate,
A green pasture nourished with blood,
The red that I carried now stains my hands,
The tide will soon wipe out,
My footprints from sands,
The guilt will outlive the abode my soul inhabits,
An epitaph will read no more than blank,
My enemies once called me a commie,
My friends now call me a turncoat.           

Holiday Art

Songbird....(Poem)

There's a songbird outside my window,
And the green tree tops glistening with dew,
The lake is calm and silver,
The clouds fluffy and lazy,
The sunlight is golden like honey,
And breeze is cool but not cold.

He chirps, he whistles, he calls his mate,
He sits there without noticing me noticing him,
Is it his feathers, Is it the light,
Or is he wearing his best Sunday clothes?
Is he waiting and calling,
Or is he singing in memory?

The song is sweet like nectar,
It reminds me of everything I loved,
Does it take me back in time,
Or does it bring my memories to me,
Maybe the bird is looking forward to something,
And asking me to do the same.

Deja Vu

The red sand goes on and on,
In a croked line that makes the road,
Trees tying the road together on both banks,
preventing it from spilling ino the forest,
The leaves above sometimes hide,
The patterns that the clouds make in the sky,
There is a river nearby, or a rivulet,
I can hear it but can't see it,
Are there footprints? There are none,
I have never been here,
Yet this place looks so familiar,
Is this what the call Deja Vu?

Abstract...

A pink never used before,
A stroke of red, just one,
Blue wash from bottom to top,
Alternating darker and lighter,
Green just a hue on the sides,
Yellow a big spot with jagged edges,
Empty geometric patterns,
Solid motifs from folklore,
Stripes but unlike tiger,
Just three across right top corner,
Brown and orange,
A light cyan sprayed over.

Consequence...(Poem)

Its a thought of independence,
Of arrogance and ignorance,
Of indecision and impatience,
The thought is a seed of action,
An action of despair or brilliance,
An illusion or an experience,
The action or mere pretense,
In that case inaction to invariance,
Dreams of magnificence,
Unaware or ignorant of dependence,
Followed by, followed by, followed by,
Consequence..........

Brazen

I know you hate me for saying it,
And you hate me more for saying it out loud,
All the things you did in dark,
And all the people you kept in dark,
The whispers you didn't mind,
Screams you stifled,
Your ways etched in sand,
Your means worse than the end,
Yet you thought, never ever,
Never ever would someone rise,
Some one bold enough to know,
And someone brazen enough to speak,
Speak out.