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Friday, January 10, 2014

The Broken Unbreakable !!!

I met you once
Then again and again
When you would smile
The scent of flowers from heaven
Would spread around me
When you walk by
I would see indescribable light show
Of the most beautiful butterflies
In the unseen garden of Eden
When you would laugh
I would hear the angels sing
I thought with you
I would be immortal
I thought around you
I would be unbreakable

I would say to myself
Please, please God
Don’t let me ruin this
God didn’t listen
I ruined it anyways
I didn’t know
My ignorance will take over my desire
To ruin my love
And I let you go
A little too easy

Or maybe I was so vulnerable
Because my safest refuge was you
And you were the one,
You took the hammer.
To break me in pieces

Now those days are gone
And I am hoping
In another parallel universe
The outcome is better
And I keep telling myself
Remember this is a poem
And poems are fictions
No word is real
Only to wish
That I could believe it myself              
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By Kabuli, January 2014
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Thursday, January 9, 2014

Stranger !!!

I am a stranger and an alien
A lonely soul
I talk to others
I interact and care for all
For one and for all
But forgive me if I can’t.
I can’t be counted
As part of your crowd or your class
Your category or your division
I cannot be organized
No research, no statistics
No study, no sociology
No one can put me in a pod


You would say sure I can
But that's because
You have no idea who I am.
No knowledge of what’s in my mind
I am still grateful that you try.
How could you know?
If I don’t know it myself.


I only know bits and pieces
What I am not is obvious
I never hurt anybody
And I never will.
Not because I am so good.
It is just because God made me that way
All I have is because of him
I am full of love for his creation

Good and bad is not for me to judge
It's for him, for the creator.
If he ever even intends to
Even though I have a feeling
He wouldn't have to, because he knows


I make you read the stuff I write
Only because you try to know me
To know even when I don’t know
I am grateful for all nice words
All the praise I hear which I don’t deserve


I know that much, I am not recruiting
I am in no need of followers
I don’t profit on my soul
Because that belongs to my creator
And I would never have intention
To sell him cheap or sell him at all
I leave that to organized religions
And to make you feel good lecturers
I am not about making you feel good


All I want is:
To make myself break free
And in the process make you free too
Free with me because at the end
There is no me and there is no you
Neither exists without the other


The world we are heading to
The world of non-existence
I doubt will ever ask
Which train did you take?
To get here, where you belong
At the end of a long journey
All categories, all classifications gone.
All you will hear when there is no need for ears,
The sweetest sentence ever told
Welcome back home stranger.
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By Kabuli , January 2014

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Sunday, January 5, 2014

Unfunished Busines

What is inside I cannot see,
What's outside I do not know.
What surrounds me,
I do not agree with.
What is far from me,
 It could be worse
Should I stay here?
Or should I go?
Depends:
Does here even exist?
Oh it better be
If this is non-existence?
Then I have nowhere to go.
The colors and sounds,
The lights and darkness
 It's all a circus.
An expensive commercial
With all the flash and all the bangs
A late night infomercial
That makes me scream
Please stop this nonsense.
I want to sleep
I want to go to the real world
For dreams are real
Everyday struggle is not...


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By Kabuli December 2013
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