Beneath The Ice SheetIt was a lonely cold winter's dayNot cold enough to freeze the leavesBut cold enough that as I exhaleIt made visible this air that I breatheThe frozen grass around the pondCreaks under my lead weight feetOnly fog alone will now obscureWhat lies beneath the ice sheetAre mine the only eyes to see herWhy is she still in her night clothesWill she not be cold alone down therePerhaps she has long since frozeAnd if so how does she talk to meKnowing exactly how I thinkStaring so long into her faceOne day I'm sure I saw her blinkIt was a lonely cold winter's dayI'd been here many times beforeMy parents told me to stay awayBut my dreams told me to ignoreSchool became a preoccupationAs did food and a good nights sleepI'd close my eyes and I'd see the girlNot only blinking but she'd weepMaybe I found her for a reasonWhile passers by came and wentAnd as the end of winter approachedI asked what would become of my friendWould she rise to the surface for meOr sink solemnly
BlindWhen I close my green eyesIf I focus I can seePeople and places from my pastEtched in my memoryIf a blind man closes his eyesWhat can he possibly seeWithout any visual imagesStored in his memoryHow do I describe colourTo man who is born blindThe same way I describe my loveWithin these heart felt rhymesWhen I close my green eyesI use my mind to conjure upDreams of the future, based onPages already written in my bookIf a blind woman closes her eyesWhat future can she seeUnable to visualiseHer fate and her destinyHow do I describe colourTo woman who is born blindThe same way I describe my loveWithin these heart felt rhymes
Whatever Is To DoWe were ever so worriedWhen we found the knotted nooseAnd scribbled diary entriesWith tales of self abuseTeenage tears and tantrumsCan easily be explainedBut what on earth would cause theseFreshly dripped blood stainsWe were ever so worriedWhen you locked yourself in your roomPainted the walls pitch blackAnd ignorantly we assumedThat this was just a phaseThat it would soon come to passAnd pass it indeed did doFar too soon and far too fastWe were ever so worriedWhen you dyed black your hairNo longer did we recogniseThe child that was once hereOur precious little angelWhere did your shaken bones goAnd why did you leave us hereWith no reason and no noteWe were ever so worriedTo find an empty bedNo more teenage tantrumsJust endless silence insteadIf we could bring you homeTake care and start a newWe'd sit our precious girl downAnd ask 'whatever is to do?''
The Unread BookYou only see the outlinePlease take a closer lookI am the silhouetteI am the unread bookLetters and words within meArranged in such a wayThis narrative keeps the readers eyes fixedTo the words that I sayEvoking an array of emotionsFrom the first page to the lastKeep you from putting me downChapter to paragraphHeroes and heroinesActing out in fictional arenasFacts and figures educateAnd quench lifes thinkers and dreamersThe feel of my page on your fingersThe scent that lies withinThey judge me on my appearanceBefore the first chapter even beginsSo I remain on the shelfSlowly gathering dustNowadays they rarely look beyond my coverI am the unread book
It's (not) All OverStrangely emotionalFor one who never feelsAnd if I ever didI always chose to concealMother is proud of meEven when I told herThirty two years of ageAnd it is all overStrangely fictionalIs my life to this pointFrom the moment of birthWhen they chose to anointFather is so proud of meEven when I told himThat I have seen the truthI will be a MuslimStrangely optimisticMy mood is these daysMaybe it's her soothing wordsMaybe it's His healing waysShe said she'd be my best friendIf I could not convertBut belief came so easyOnce my eyes had seen hers
StarcrossedWe were found in a pool of bloodStarcrossed lovers in each others armsSuicide note in your pocketYour hand grasped tightly in my palmYou were wearing that red dressUnder your overcoatThe rain had fallen hard that dayDistorting the words which you'd wrote:'Dear cruel world and everyone withinI am leaving you all todayWith the only boy I have ever lovedLay silent here next to meNobody understands meOr heals my wounds like he doesHe feels the pain and sadness tooand I think we have suffered enoughNo tears should be shed on our passingAs our souls now reside as oneLook for us in the rain dewLook for us in the morning sunListen for our voices in the windWhispering how everything will be okLife was ugly but our death has been played outIn such a beautiful way'