Greeting 2003...

Well a New Year is upon us ... three years since the world was supposed to end, and possibly a year after that too. But as Kurt Vonegut so aptly noticed God doesn't really seem to be following our Numerology the disasters may yet strike.

On the other hand if however, we have averted the Y2K and put off daemons to sleep until year 9999 (Y10K?) successfully, do any of us feel sufficiently comforted in this assumption?

What's worse? the death or the journey to it? And what of those who cling to life with all their might, is it positive thinking or is it fooling ourselves?

Mysteries remains mystifying. Far from being answered, most questions actually remain unasked. Perhaps questions are more important than the answers. Answer are the death of questions. The wonderous child eyes who sits in her father's lap at the innocent age full of questions, dies with every answer. We devour answers without thought with hunger always yerning and searching for that which fills our nostrels with the reaking odor of knowledge making us forget the scent of flowers and grass on our fingers mixed with the smell of mom's cooking apron that filled our senses with joy and left the mind free to relish in them unburdened with knowing.

I wish you all a happy and innocent life for this and all days to come,

Ahmed.

A Rubai

O Love! Let thine Cost be This
Forever Pain for a Moment's Bliss
Infinite Shards of a Lover's Heart
A Bargain Price for Belovèd's Kiss

Wine-glass

Here is a Ghazal -- Its form is well defined, you can find out more on it at the Ghazal Page.

Touch your lip, to the lip, of my wine-glass
Place a kiss, on the tip, of my wine-glass

Drowned deep in Ink, the Page is Parched
Tell the Pen, to take a sip of my wine-glass

Parting the Sea may be a work of Might
Dreamless isn’t the kip of my wine-glass

"Many-a-slip betwixt cup and lip"
Perilous is the trip of my wine-glass

‘Your sins are washed’, wicked Ahmed cries
‘Forgiven all, with a nip off my wine-glass'

ABC...

Well sometimes I can be a bit .... well over-clever. Along the way someone decided to create poems where every word starts with the same letter. That gave me the idea of writing a poem which was basically alphabetical:

ABC ...

As Beauty Collects Demise,
Ever-Forgetful,
Groundlessly Hunting,
Implacable Justice,
Kneeding Love Mercilessly,
Never Offering Peace Quietly,
Responsbility
Silently Trapping
Underneath Vitality,
While Xeroxing Your Zeal.

Maya

You are the Flower
That blooms beyond
Its own soil
As the Messenger Of
Our fragrance
And Our Colours
Beyond the Seasons
Granted to us
By the Gardner