To Dream of Hope

"We dream of hope, we dream of change, of fire, of love, of death. And then it happens; the dream becomes real, and the answer to this quest, this need to solve life's mysteries, finally shows itself like the glowing light of the new dawn.

 

So much struggle for meaning, for purpose. And in the end, we find it only in each other. Our shared experience of the fantastic and the mundane.

 

The simple human need to find a kindred. To connect. And to know in our hearts...

 

That we are not alone!" ~ Heroes

Whispers of a Soul

“I love you”,

And

“Thank you” he said…

Grateful for every breath, as he lay every night in bed,

For once Lego blocks filled his heart with hope,

 There were days when it was just to cope.

Words unsaid, desires unfulfilled and feelings unexpressed,

“Why are we always in a rush”, never to say, but just a hush.

   13 Years had passed, he simply felt trapped.

“13 Years!” she shouted,

“Why can’t you just die”

“I love you”

And

“Thank you” he said, unable to cry.

With white walls and coats, he had spent his life.

Trapped inside his mind with strife.

It was time for them to say their goodbyes,

He wanted to tell, but only with his eyes.

“I love you”

And

“Thank you” he said….

For 13 Years they were mere whispers in his head. 

“A story straight  from a hospital bed”

The Howls of Silence

He waited there in the blistering cold,

As he saw life’s fragile textures unfold.

 Where the voices in his head grew louder and louder

Could it not be? He was without bother.

On this long, soulless journey he had to ask, “Was the right path taken?”

For many have forged their way to a path they had soon mistaken.

Was it their faith that drove them there?

Was it belief?

Or

Was it the something as profound, yet fallible and unruly as their animalistic urges to simply survive their grief?

A saint is not without darkness,

And a sinner not without hope.

Then why is it that we’re tempted to such a miscreant slope?

To believe in Good, we must believe in evil,

To know of Heaven, we hear of Hellish upheaval.

To walk a path that leads in hope of somewhere,

Only to end up trudging on a trail of our worst nightmare.

We know of man, who’s lithe and weak when alive,

but is stiff and cold when death thrives.

At times, moments seem like centuries

And years seem mere fragments of a second,

Too much for his taste he had finally reckoned.  

His bouncing finger is what told him he was alive,

For a few more seconds he only wanted to survive

He heard the roars “the war is over, we’re free”

And at that very moment he felt Knightly.

He did what any soldier would’ve done who was misguided,

And just as he came, he left un-abided.

Before darkness covered his guise

He whispered with his last sighs

Revelation 21:4 ~ “And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor cries”. 

An Ode to Immortality ~ "Thou Art A Curse"

Oh how we humans wish to be immortal,

So we could roam through timeless portals

Why should not we die?

Why should not we dread death?

Why should we tell a lie?

Why should we long for an easy breath?

For the world is full of things unsettled

And the laws prove that man is mortaled.

Every man will live out his life,

Some in prison, some in exile and strife

The physician reduces each pulse with his scalpel knife.

So let us swear for just a while,

We put our faith in God, for there is no denial

We solemnly agree that we will love our freedom

‘The very gift of life’

Yet, we wait and ponder of over the day that we will be free.

Behold, the world has befriend the devil,

Oh and how these langur’s have perished to bring nations to level.

This world is an ‘inn’, discovered on the path of life’s travels,

So the ones He prepared, whether they be brave no matter what the perils,

Should thou take courage and open thy eyes

Only to see the bitterness of lies

And oh how the wonders have worked only to see, all those nations free.

With time itself winged, we watch the chariot smear its coldness

As the angel of death appears, standing there with much boldness.

Nevertheless, we the ‘hesitant's’ of ‘it’ take no heed,

As we see the martyrs of our land who since then have buried their seed.

The Day of My Death

Each morning when I open my eyes,

I would think to myself and say.

I, not events have the power to make me happy or unhappy today.

I can choose which it shall be, because I live my life with much sway.

Since yesterday is dead, and tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet.

I can truly say,

I lived a long time, here on this land

With its beauty and despair that go hand in hand.

I learned a lot, while I watched the hourglass tip its sand.

The highest wisdom that I shall own, freedom and life are earned by those alone.

I can laugh and say I still haven’t grown.

Even if it is a time to moan,

I can look towards the sky as the raindrops mix with the tears I cry.

Tears of joy I may imply.

As James Thurber once said,

“All men should strive to learn before they die, what they are running from, to and why”

There were times when I did not pray

And I simply said, “I could not stay”.

Now God has brought me to his garden to play.

So, the end is near.

I take my final bow, and face my final curtain.

To my family and friends,

I’ll state my case of which I am certain.

I will only say this once, so listen up I’ll surely be clear.

I lived a life that was completely full; I’ve travelled each and every highway,

And more, much more than this,

I did it MY WAY… 

Wings of Death

I woke up and opened my eyes. I was feeling refreshed. Was I just born? No, I wasn’t. There was nothing wet on my body. But I felt alive. Perhaps I have woken up from a deep sleep, a sleep that didn’t include only one night, but covered my entire existence thus far.

But the joy of breathing again was short lived. I was now feeling pain throughout my body. I looked down, and I saw myself in shackles. I had a chain around my neck, which also locked my arms behind me. I felt sharp pain in my joints, as if someone was constantly stabbing me. The chain around my neck was tight, but not tight enough to kill me.

Perhaps these fetters were already here, perhaps since I first came into this world. I was a little boy then, which is why they didn’t fit too tight. I could move and even play around in them. And here I was restrained by the same chains. I could see my hands turning red, as the blood vessels were under pressure.

It is a good thing that human beings have a growing age. I think I have reached mine. If I grow beyond this, I will break the chains, or my own neck.

So, what do I do now? Wait? That was the only thing that could be done. I was alone in the room, which was surrounded from all sides. But wait, there is no roof. Of course, I couldn’t turn my head up, but I could roll my eyeballs upwards. The human body is amazing, and you can do a million things with it, and to it. You can even hypnotize yourself.

Why was I getting restless? If these chains were too tight, then perhaps they were not meant for me. Maybe it was to hold me in place during my early years so I may learn self-control. But now I had to break away, and so I tried.

To my amazement, I freed my hands in no time! And since this was the chain that held my neck as well, I easily removed it. Relief at last! I turned my head sideways, only to hear the sounds of bones grinding against each other. After all, it has been quite some time.

I moved my hands around. At first, I couldn’t, but as the circulation restored, I was soon able to lift my arms and clench my fists. And then I felt something protrude from my sides. I could not believe my eyes. There were wings, large white wings, on my left and right.

I took me a while to realize that they were my own. Did I have them before? Did they grow longer with time, like hair? Were they given to me, or did I grow them out of necessity?

Whatever the cause, I knew one thing: I was going to leave this room of irons and fly my way out into the open sky. I positioned my body for the flight and closed my eyes.

“3, 2……………..1!” I shot upwards, like a bullet ready to pierce a hole in the sky. As I lifted my arms to go higher, my flight stopped, instantly.

I was neither going up, nor falling down. I felt something on my legs. Something was holding me back. I looked down and saw chains on my feet. I didn’t realize that they were there before.

I was not going to be held back anymore. So I closed my eyes once again, and pushed my body harder for the next flight.

“3, 2……1!” The chains broke, but I didn’t move from my place. I heard a sound, a sound of breaking bones. Had I cracked my ankles? It didn’t feel that way.

I was hovering in the sky, and below me was the room. In the middle was the chair on which I had sat for all these years. But wait, there was a hole beneath the chair, and the chains that locked my feet were going inside it.

I didn’t want to go back in, but at the same time I was perplexed by the sound of broken bones I heard a moment ago. And then I thought to myself: “I have wings now, and I am free. I can fly out again” With these words in my mind, I descended back into the room, and down the dark opening.

I followed the trail of the chain and came down till the end of that dungeon-like space. As I moved towards the side, sunlight came inside, and soon I saw where the other end of chain was tied to.

It was a human being. Someone I knew. Maybe it was my father, or some other relative. The other end of the chain was in his neck. I broke his neck when I flew upwards. And now the dead corpse lay there. Did I kill him? So it appeared. But I never knew he was here and I had no clue that we were tied together.

I thought I had become free. I thought “at last I am free to fly around as I please, and reach new heights!” But although I was liberated physically, my mind could not go over the fact that I had, in essence, killed one of my own in the attempt to free myself from the shackles that held me captive.

I sat there, thinking to myself: "What a wretched man am I! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death?"

By Suleman John