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  Blacks & Whites of Poetry

  By Rayan Ali

  Copyright 2013 Rayan Ali

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  Table of Contents

  A Place Like Home

  A Soul Drowned

  A World In The Sky

  Alone

  And It Said It All

  Behind The Scenes

  Blind Eyes That See Everything

  Close To The End

  Dandelions In The Sky

  Deep Down Inside

  Deep Within

  Falling Down

  Free Of Life

  Freedom

  Hand Full Of Wishes

  History of a Pandemonium

  Hit The Sky

  I Need You

  Ingredients Of Immortal Thoughts

  Light In The Dark

  Neon Lights

  No One

  Not With This Wind

  Nothing From Something

  Now And Then

  Omnipotence

  One Love, Alot Of Pain

  Protecting The Invisible

  Puzzle Of Life

  Rock In A River

  Rust In The Trees

  Seconds To Centuries

  Seen From The Distance

  She's The One

  Sitting By The Fire

  Sounds In The Setting Sun

  The Irony

  The Lost One

  The Magic Machine

  The Sons Of Fate

  The Time Of Times

  Time Is A Treasure

  Un-Defined

  Un-Finished Dreams

  Un-Fold

  Went Away

  Words Of A Free Wonderer

  A Place Like Home

  Wondering in the lonely streets

  Speaking in the strange crowd

  Roaming in the empty spaces

  Watching and hearing the world

  As it moves-on in the rush

  Remembering the times when

  One rested in the warmth

  Of the peaceful surroundings

  And living together under

  One roof and behind four walls.

  But outside of those four walls

  It feels like being crushed

  Between the walls of loneliness

  And being soaked in the rain

  Outside that one roof.

  Searching for a place to lie down

  With a heavy heart that

  No longer feels anything

  And looking hard into other’s eyes

  To recognize if they are our own.

  But whatever we do

  Or wherever we go

  Whatever we say

  Or whatever we ask

  A place like home

  We will never find.

  A Soul Drowned

  Like a dim star miles away

  Never seen by the eye that lingers around it,

  Like a whisper of wind to the hazy clouds above

  Whose echo is lost in the noisy thunder prevailing,

  Like the translucent, caramel rays of dawn

  That never reach the dark pathless woods,

  A soul dies away, undiscovered.

  Like words full of meaning beyond their existence

  Yet never to the heart do they reach,

  Like tears that fall from the eyes of Sorrow

  But are seen by none other than the Eye of Ignorance,

  Like the smiles that shine truly from the heart

  Though are always left in the depths of gloom to perish,

  A soul dies away, aimlessly.

  Like a thought full of aim and purpose

  That never saw the light of day,

  Like a consciousness too alive to forget

  Yet becomes unconsciousness without being remembered,

  Like an image too erect in the magic of the Mind

  Yet shatters without the recognizance of Reality,

  A soul dies away, unrecognized.

  Like a hope with promise but never fulfilled,

  Like a moment of triumph but never accomplished.

  Like a heart full of love but never beats,

  Like a dream always alive but never born,

  And like a life with aspects but at a loss of purpose,

  A soul dies away, with all its shine covered by the Veil of Death.

  A World In The Sky

  Und the words which

  Lie in the deep hollows

  Bring me back the moments

  Which were gone by the time

  Erase the hatred from every heart

  That swept away all the memories

  Sing the song with the wind

  That hummes in the sleepy shadows

  Step on the mountains in the cold breeze

  Hear the heavens call your name

  Wait for the angels to fly you away

  In a place to think alone

  Rush with the sound of the wind

  And the glow of the light from above

  Close to the flames, rising from the fire

  A fire that burns so slow

  You can stop by the hour

  But the world slips away

  Beneath your fingers.

  Alone

  The wind will blow away all your smiles

  The rain will fall heavily on you

  Like some heavy pain

  The dark clouds will spread over you

  Leaving you with no sign of light.

  The rocks will crush

  Your each and every part

  And all roads will be closed before you

  And every passage will be blocked for you

  Leaving no corner for you to go.

  Your every mistake will return and haunt you

  Hitting you hard till

  Your heart aches

  And you mind is messed-up.

  And your soul broken into pieces.

  The moon and stars will turn away from you

  Giving you no light to make your way back home

  And the sky would seem nothing more than just a

  Sheet laid above you

  And all that you had will

  Be taken away from you

  Leaving you with just a

  Lonely life to live upon..

  And thus, you will be left alone.

  And It Said It All

  Words can never express feelings

  Neither can a look on one’s face

  The ways we’ve always walked upon

  Feel like the ones of our own

  And the ones closest to us

  Sometimes are there but

  Just to fade away

  Our thoughts combine with those

  Blurry questions roaming in our mind

  Our dreams and desires break down

  From that one chain they clung to

  They may say they need us

  But their dark side is which

  We may never see

  Tears fall on the fire

  Blazing from our hearts

  And the ever-lasting light

  That bounces into our eyes

  We loose the key to the cage

  In which our soul is hidden

  Which may not make us more

  Capable of anything we’ve already gained

  One light breathe of burden

  We feel on our skin

  And im
agine the dead speaking

  The visions of unspeakable words

  And the words of fear

  But when no one could speak

  Our lives said it all.

  Behind The Scenes

  We expect the unexpected

  We hope for the better

  Or more than what we have

  We concentrate on the lame

  We aim for the greed

  And in the end, we become

  The enemies of our selves.

  We want for the deepest ocean

  We see through the broken glass

  We wonder in the darkest minds

  We rely on the foulest among us

  We walk on the path

  That is shown to us

  And at the last, we get lost.

  We desire more than we could afford

  We want more than we need

  We push our inner self out

  We dream above our rights

  We hope for dawn, when it’s light

  We seek for wrong, but not right

  And when we do realize our foolishness

  We live upon misery, but not on life.

  But amongst some of us

  There may exist more fearless

  And rather the ones to step out

  But not step in and hide their selves

  Because heart and soul

  We all are built for life

  Thus, this is the real us

  ‘Behind the scenes’.

  Blind Eyes That See Everything

  On a bitter, misty night,

  The bright moon lying on the sheet

  Laid by the stars all over

  The salty skies,

  With the wind playing a chorus

  Of silence in the orchestra

  Of the dead, gloomy darkness

  That was once filled with

  The audience of light;

  There walked upon the road

  A lonely old man.

  His soul, crumbling from

  Each and every nook and cranny.

  His body, wretched due to the

  Discomfort the world gave him.

  His mind haunted by the

  Strangest of thoughts.

  His heart, as weak as a newborn.

  Veins that were clearly visible

  Lurked underneath his insipid skin.

  Words that longed so ardently to be spoken even once

  Lurched upon one another upon his lips.

  Though he could not see,

  Yet his eyes still saw

  What no one else did.

  Somewhere in those blind corners,

  There rested a bright glimmer of ‘hope’,

  Buried in a corner of his eyes

  When they closed, fast asleep and

  Coming out every time they awoke

  And through this glimmer of ‘hope’,

  Shinning every time in his gloomy eyes,

  He saw what no one else did.

  So with this ‘peculiarity’ of his,

  As the old man called it so,

  He came all the way

  To that desolated road which lay in a

  Land called ‘No Man’s Land’,

  From a far off place

  Where misery had kicked him away

  For all the pain it gave him

  Was of no use.

  Like a passenger

  With his way lost,

  Someone un-identified

  The old man kept walking

  With feet that tore

  With pain at every step

  On an un-known path,

  With an un-known ending

  And an un-known purpose.

  Still lost in his own

  Forlorn thoughts and