I Stumbled upon Darkness Searching for the Light

Tulnights...

2012-01-03T23:36:00.001-06:00

Some nights, the Sun chases the Moon
and, on others, the Moon the Sun.
It appears one thing is certain
both have a purpose for the run

The moon and sun need each other
To light the sky an empty spark
but when they meet as lovers do
All else astounds within the dark

Lullaby...

2012-01-02T23:06:00.000-06:00

Through wooden blinds I often peep
past moon and stars you'd find some sleep
and when the counting 10 of sheep
No longer works you'll start to weep

For do not cry your soul to sleep
I will not leave you till dreams creep
And if your sheep choose sun to leap
I'll hold you safe till eyes will keep

Not sure what to make of it...

2011-10-13T10:11:00.001-05:00

The higher I climb the less people I find on the mountain as I
My shouting persists but their echoes do not make it those below.
How does one direct those to the peak if one can't hear him speak
I wonder who stands at the very top screaming down, lonelier than me.

on Voting...

2011-08-13T08:25:00.001-05:00

When you don't Vote, You give up your Voice
When you Vote, You give up your Power to decide for yourself

How does this system allow for win/win?

Extinguish...

2011-08-01T21:06:00.002-05:00

Would I forget your beauty, If yud draw down your gaze -
Call on the firefighters, or let them keep the blaze?

Light...

2011-08-01T20:59:00.001-05:00

The task of light is to destroy darkness, but to the bitter knowledge of light - it has yet to meet its foe.
Such is the story of our significance

Fooled...

2011-07-12T08:42:00.001-05:00

I've fooled many into thinking I was bright, and too stupid to realize I had fooled myself.

Parable of the Sexes...

2011-07-12T08:39:00.002-05:00

A man in love remembers everything; a woman in love never forgets.

Goodbye...

2011-07-12T08:37:00.001-05:00

I would die. a thousand times, to hear you say the word goodbye;
But once those words would leave your lips, I thousand times, I would die.

My New Best Friend...

2011-06-01T20:16:00.000-05:00

She doesn't say a word,
And never comes to soon
As I tell her my secrets
Others think I am a buffoon
Yet she hides from light
Floating like a balloon
Oh dear my lonely life
my only friend the moon

Revel...

2011-05-16T23:26:00.001-05:00

Revel in the thought of you, I lie awake
And ponder, for whom this heart belongs to break?
And the friends of slumber I forsake
For a heart I gave away by mistake

Within...

2011-05-10T21:28:00.001-05:00

To save from sin, talk not of things which hide within.

Until...

2011-05-10T21:27:00.002-05:00

Move slow, but move or risk being still
for life does not wait for until

Darkness...

2011-05-10T21:20:00.001-05:00

Within the darkness of life's iron bars
One sees clearly the "spinning night of stars"

Down...

2011-05-10T21:19:00.004-05:00

If only once you had to look down, make it a moment where you are lifting someone up.

*** I had to add this note, I just found out someone said something very similar, I guess great minds think alike :)

A Calm...

2011-05-08T18:14:00.000-05:00

I look across the corner, hoping she is there
Within my heart, her stillness lies, with no despair.

Lit...

2011-05-06T19:29:00.002-05:00

You lit this candle within my house
Brightly burning, adorned with a fragrance
which recalled your name.

When you leave, don't fail to put it out
For no caretaker sits to see it
fall apart in flames

Flit...

2011-04-24T16:45:00.004-05:00

A star flit across the sky,
in hopes a prayer she'd see.
But this young mans attention
doesn't set up high to seek

For this lonely star looks below
wondering what his distraction would be
Learns someone else is calling on him
and a shooting star he'd rather be.

Here is the original Poem before i altered it, I like this one better but was hard to understand.

A star flit across the sky
in hope a prayer she'd see.
He doesn't set his gaze up high
A shooting star he'd rather be.

Shh... I Have a Secret...

2011-02-14T21:11:00.002-06:00

Thoughts and Pen collide
Paper stands the fight
to all, I confide
Yet, unsaid tonight

Sometimes...

2011-01-15T10:13:00.001-06:00

Sometimes we meet people whose light shines so bright, you believe no darkness can touch you in their presence.

A Work in Progress...

2010-12-26T12:50:00.002-06:00

When I die I hope
To wake some other place
Not where my body slopes
Or slumbers encased

Where life seems a new
And my smile is born
Where this life is undo
And not a thing is torn

lifeless no more...

2010-12-26T12:46:00.002-06:00

To live means to eat, when I arrive the worms will eat.

Thoughts...

2010-12-26T12:31:00.004-06:00

I once feared doing, because I feared of doing something mediocre. I just realized, after doing nothing, what a mediocre life I have lived.

Everyone wants to know they are useful in the world, the worst thing to happen to anyone is to discover no one needs you for anything.

All acts are selfish if we analyze them, but some acts are better than others as they benefit more than one person without harming another.

Tired...

2010-12-24T03:02:00.003-06:00

My eyes are heavier now
Too tired to close them
Dust settles over lashes
What keeps them open

Afraid to go there now
Afraid to fall asleep
Scared of lies from straying,
She's better in my dreams

Reverie hangs over me
What changes over time
The girl i'm dreaming of,
Sleeps besides me

My eyes are heavier now
Too tired to close them
Maybe we'll meet again
Who keeps them open?

A Visitor on my Street...

2010-12-20T19:09:00.004-06:00

Death comes swiftly toward my street
knocks louder than my heart could beat
I wait, for the pounding to fleet
It does not stop, it swaps for my conceit

I ponder, sit and think to cheat
I know many who can't compete
And to my hands my head retreats
Yet the Pounding, the Pounding knows not defeat

To the door, I make way to greet
A man walks past me indiscreet
I say, "Why have you come to meet?"
He does not say, and stays, for I want retreat

Death does not whisper something sweet.
He comes to talk, I take a seat
Tea, I'd offer, but my time fleets
I will not wow, or bow my head at his feet

My surprise, he seems incomplete
Lonelier than I on this street
You're welcome always in my suite
Life forsakes, for it makes death obsolete

Growl...

2010-12-20T19:06:00.003-06:00

I thought word and pages were meant to go together, I was wrong!

For those who don't get it, I meant Microsoft Word and Apple Pages.

An Ode to Sleep...

2010-12-15T21:18:00.000-06:00

Sleep is for those who close their eyes and dream, not for those who live their dreams...

Fear...

2010-12-11T07:23:00.001-06:00

cockroaches scurrying out from the kitchen pots and pans
the drywall is crumbling, drifting over open air
the rats are sniffing freedom, coming out on to city streets
This dream is restless, take me away from here

a circus clown goes wheeling past, a pantomime screaming by
This world awakes me, the city light go abruptly black
Now i feel the water crawling up my feet, i cannot see a thing
I wake within this dream onto another it seems

The butterflies go whistling out from full grown trees
The blade of grass get bigger as they look over the open sun
The wind chimes play their tunes, the swing set drifts away
This dream is restless, take me away from here

This world is gentle, people I adore
they come to greet me, no one knows what lurks in them
I feel a peace here, somewhat safe inside
I don't know which dream now scares me more

Strangers…

2010-11-27T23:22:00.002-06:00

I held you tight, it's not the same,
how love changes over time
My veins are burning now
Can't find the source of the flame

Age grows heavy over me
Its the moment we first met
I see you sitting there
Are you still in love with me

Time, a stranger stealing memories
leaving me stranded with
So many words being exchanged
Inside my head with my enemies

I held you tight, it's not the same,
how love changes over time
What felt like a second of love,
has become years by name.

I'm a Man...

2010-11-27T14:51:00.000-06:00

I'm a man
with too many faces
heading toward
too many places

I Retreat from a war
which is growing older
Leaving me lonely
with my demons and soldiers

Who goes there
Wakes a heart sleeping
Don't you know
you can't come creeping

The walls inside
are paper thin
they'd crummble
on a single sin

I've gone unchanged
I suppose
I'm just a poorer man
in richer clothes

The war carries on
all around me
I can't hold on
I've gone to flee

I'm a man
with too many faces
hiding amongst
many spaces

On Love...

2010-11-23T05:18:00.005-06:00

Love's a poison, it settles in the veins
When it withdraws it burns like a flame .
The drug which cures the symptoms,
Becomes the devotion of another name.

Toasts...

2010-07-18T11:34:00.002-05:00

I would never toast to friends who suck, rather I toast to the one's that swallow

Cheers!

Wah...

2010-03-28T00:30:00.003-05:00

More shooting stars which flit across the night air
Than moments I have found need of offering prayer

More winds which dance the open sky
Than words from my lips to carry away and fly

Yet, my love, generosity is not in the many time's
rather it is in the many ways life rhymes

My Imagination Baffles me...

2010-03-13T08:00:00.000-06:00

Never surrender your dreams, they are the pawns which take arms in the war of my hopes, when they reach their true potential, I find the game far more interesting to watch.

said in my dream i had last night, where I was playing chess with the devil and the pawns where like dream clouds. Only one spectator was watching and this is what he said to me.

Dualism...

2010-02-10T22:16:00.004-06:00

Free Birds tend to make music
by pecking at the iron bars of birds in cages

* understanding the two concepts hidden behind this statement and why i wrote it.

Similar to the statement I stumbled into darkness searching for the light. Some have viewed this as a metaphor for falling or being lead astray while I meant the statement as someone in a position of meditation (closing ones eyes to pray as darkness) to find God or more symbolic of depth of struggle to be known to self.

In the top statement is intended to be viewed as a free bird which is attempting to save a caged bird by pecking at its bars. The act of being a savior is music; however, I find most conclude what i meant was how the uplifted mock those who have not by flaunting what they do not have. I guess as interpretations go, "to each his own"

A Place to hold my thoughts...

2010-02-10T21:44:00.003-06:00

The genocide of file folders
which locked the thoughts of past
A Violent and Awkward burial
To the trash I cast.

No tombstones or prayers said
To start this day of free
Instead a swift and steady goodbye
And an exhale to show my glee

But soon I learn, words come again
Like a misguided revery instead
The ghost of forgotten thoughts a virus now
that dwell inside my head

Reincarnation of inspiration comes
And the file folders build fast
A viscous cycle I conclude, only
how long must it last?

Journey...

2010-02-10T21:23:00.002-06:00

This life of mine, a journey,
on a trial in which my thoughts do endure
I leave my word here and there,
incase a travel back to the start, I would ensure

Wealth...

2010-01-30T10:53:00.001-06:00

If I had a dollar for every time I dreamt,
I would be a rich man.
If I had acted on any of those ambitions,
I would be wealthy beyond my dreams

Park Bench...

2010-01-27T21:49:00.000-06:00

I'm sitting on a park bench,
my shadow sits next to me.
He doesn't follow where I go,
stead he follows my beliefs.

Atmosphere...

2009-11-07T08:08:00.001-06:00

The atmosphere is somewhere here and there
When I think of you, in my dreams, you're near
Some spend their time, do righteous things
But I just lay and think of you

Counting pigs flying to the moon
Sheep jumping atop my head
My eyes grow heavy
but the fog won't disappear

I'm just too tired to sleep
and yet I'm counting thousand sheep
the air conditioner bothers me
but the noise seems to comfort me

Sometimes when I let go
Of the world I seem to hold
I walk right into my fears
that somewhere you'll still appear

Ghazal...

2009-10-13T20:23:00.001-05:00

Whose song did you hear, his voice hidden in your gungaroo tonight?
Shackled freely in your prison, why was he renamed "who" tonight

His reckless smile tore apart your soul, but when you had learned
that smile was for another, broke, your heart in two tonight

Settling, like the snow which came from the clouds of heaven
whoever, left Untouched, could have stained their way through tonight

Was it not my name etched in the intricate palm of your hand?
Why did you hide it in henna, why betray taboo tonight

And I, Sultani, lay under the contrast of the still white bed sheets
a ghost, on the edge of your bed, of uncertainty, which grew tonight

Concept of Spiritual Formation...

2009-10-11T17:13:00.002-05:00

The source = Imagination

Day 1. Imagination leads to Beliefs
Day 2. Beliefs lead to love
Day 3. Love leads to Expression
Day 4. Expression leads to Thinking
Day 5. Thinking leads to Contemplation
Day 6. Contemplation leads to Conversation
Day 7. Conversation leads to Imagination

This is the first drafts from my personal observations taken during my self reflections during Bandagi.

My Nationalism...

2009-10-08T21:13:00.003-05:00

A country called solace

Where the park artist make caricatures of our fright
Where the trees of autumn wear the colors of our flag in height
Where possessions are not indications of advancement or birthright

Where knowledge is shared, free and available to all despite
Where one comes from, their religion, race, gender or guiding light
Where views & ideas aren't tolerated, they are respected

Where judgements are not a necessity to life
Where we treat others the way they feel is right
Where our actions are the poems we write

Where we're not afraid to leave our doors open at night
Where we are not perfect, but have compassionate might
Where the roots of ever tree, transparent and in sight

Forward...

2009-10-08T20:22:00.003-05:00

Sadness is a guest which overstayed its welcome
Consumed everything I had, and stole what I would get
One Day, I packed and stood the doorway of this slum
But the walls of this house wouldn't let me quit

Life...

2009-08-18T21:09:00.002-05:00

Popping my Collar
Working my swagger
Smooth as I holler
Sharp as a Dagger

Fixing my tie
Her hips, they sway
Catching my eye
Coming my way

I stalk the Rhythm
Move to the sound
The Music, I succumb
This moment, I'm bound

Popping my Collar
Working my swagger
Smooth as a scholar
Leaving em staggered

Written on Many Napkins...

2009-08-15T00:07:00.005-05:00

Written on many napkins, in praise, are words for you
This is my Taj Mahal, i've built, for you

Each stroke of the pen are crafted like the arches
Yet my carefully pick words are mere ornaments for you

I've decorated the palace with intricate paintings
but they are just images of distant memories for you

I've hung around the parameter of the palace
Hoping in the alley of my words, you invite me in, I'll wait for you

"Should a sinner make his way to the mansion,
All his Past sins are to be washed away." my sins will wait for you

In this palace don't let me hang a painting of myself
For I won't be around to put the garland around it for you

On Relationship with the Imam...

2009-08-08T11:10:00.002-05:00

I was asked a weekend ago a question which I had started to ponder again. What is my relationship with the Imam?

It is tough for me to explain this without taking you into my imagination, and some governing principles.

Imagine there is a concert where 6 billion or so humans are playing an instrument, each instrument is unique. God is the composer and the audience in this image and mother nature is in the silent parts. The sounds of each instrument is being carried to make a perfect vision. And a conductor which carries a finely tuned metronome in his head is at hand to make sure we all do our part.

Understanding the development of the Art:

As we develop, we learn our instrument, we understand it in its most basic sense - the way it looks, the way it feels.

Our curiosity gets the better of us, we practice the instrument and learn the rules by which it is governed. We are disciplined and work till we are exhausted and work some more so we understand the instrument.

The instrument takes over us, we are in love with it and are committed to it. We hear the sound everywhere we go. There is an awareness unlike before. You often hate the rigidity of rules which got you hear but appreciate it.

Then you become one with the music, your awareness separates and you become part of what is making others aware. You are not only playing the music but the music plays you - the loop of listening and playing are one, it is a form of intoxication. You are at your peak...

Connecting the dots:

Each instrument is connected through a melody (a horizontal connection), but take any two instruments in isolation and you may not be able to see the balance, each tune, voice and chanting separate - the music can only be seen as a whole and each one of us has a part.

Once the player hears his music and cannot distinguish himself from the sound, it is a clear Harmony (the vertical Part) This is an intoxication of sort. but the harmony always hovers around us.

Where is the Imam in all this:

The Imam is the conductor who keeps everything going helping us reach to the harmony, by keeping us in time, and in melody. though my relationship with him is not the same as a conductor of an orchestra but my relationship is in the potential of my instrument. The relationship is in the notes floating about in the air as I play my instrument. It is still difficult for me to explain because there is no worldly relationship which jives with what I am experiencing or imagining.

On Sparatic Thought...

2009-08-08T10:37:00.004-05:00

We are not creators; rather we discover, collaborate and communicate with the divine.

When I was young I heard the story by which Eve (Havvah) came from Adam's Rib. However, I heard this to mean "Atom", instead of Adam, and thought maybe this was similar to an atomic mitosis (atomic mitosis is only in my imagination). Unless there was a splitting of the atom, ofcourse in the right conditions would create a huge explosion (For Example, A Big Bang?) Thus we are all headed toward some big complexity with a momentum which gets faster with time. That complexity (for example, God)

"He who takes on this Journey should have 1000 hearts so that he may sacrifice one at every moment" Attar ( I believe Attar was talking about cloning )

I am just a child who wants to hang his perfect report card on the JK refrigerator, so that when I become one with Allah (not assuming I will) I can be proud of myself

I love to facilitate learning and often do so because somewhere inside of me I have a Teacher and Learner at conflict with each other, because this battle has gone on so long, both are humbler and respect each others will to live.

You don't know where you are, till you know who you are when you get there.

A Circle I Say...

2009-08-05T20:33:00.001-05:00

God is greater than Everything; Yet Everything is greater than Something
Something is greater then Anything; Yet Anything is greater than Nothing
Nothing is greater than God, Yet God is greater than Everything

Who am I...

2009-08-04T22:39:00.000-05:00

I am the decisions I make
I am in the actions,
and the intentions for those actions
To others, I am the outcome of my actions

I am the origin of inspiration
I am the outcome of motivation
Too often, I am all too curious
I am bewildered with Gods creation

I am a student, to those I teach
I am a swan, swimming on a summers day
I am moving so far within
I am no longer who I was when I started this

I am the wind, the sea, the sun
I am in everything and everyone
I am anger and love
I am every emotion all at once

I am in the relationships of the world
I am a man breathing alone
I am the wind which sweeps my away
I am in which sinks a paper ship

I am in the nothing you see
I am in everything the dwells
I am not in between
I am the balance within

I keep moving far into the distances
yet, I am so deep within

Confession of a Glance...

2009-08-04T22:26:00.002-05:00

Fleeting passes of her eyes
The meeting sets me free
Yet we play this game where we're
dodging glances in our sleep

The departure of a gaze
Flit across the room with time
Like some satellite was watching us
Like God was in disguise

But the moments I hold my breathe
don't seem to bother me
Yet, I'm chocking up inside
I feel long and incomplete

Fleeting passes of her eyes
sometimes overtaking mine
This brief and infinite dancing
dart through my memory

A Dilemma of Causes...

2009-08-03T19:38:00.006-05:00

He had read the book of "hadn'ts" to himself;
it occurred to him, long before the roses would weep again,
the he had become one with the dirt below.
Reflecting back, he wished he hadn't opened the book at all,
but if he hadn't done so, then who would weep for him?

Creation

2009-07-26T10:03:00.002-05:00

If God created the game, we created the board it plays on
If God created the board, we created the pieces that move
If God created those pieces, we defined their groups
If God put them in groups, we created their individual identity
If God created their Identity, we crafted their ability
If God crafted their ability, we cultivated their potential
If God created their potential, Then we created the game

God, The Tavern, and Barbie Dolls

2009-07-18T11:28:00.001-05:00

A man sits on the stool next to mine
Ruffles some pages of his derision
The bartender asks - beer or wine?
the Man flips a coin and makes his decision

Her hands move mellifluously in the air
To the juke box song from the 80's
A yellow skirt, some red hair
Suddenly sensual, everything freezes

Her erotic movements caught his eye
He stills, focuses on his desires
He flips his coin, tells him to try
As I observe what transpires

There is some lengthy dispute
between the bartender's art and mine
But both of us are men of ill-repute
We give God and barbie dolls their shrine

River...

2009-06-15T22:05:00.003-05:00

I questioned, if I'd bear the desert heat
whether I should rest the mutkah from my head
But I did not stop or take a seat
Impossible, they said, yet foolishly I trod ahead

I was in search to find your river Bed,
With a thirst unlike I have ever felt.
When I get there, I find instead
No lilies floating, No ice to melt

For the love of the moon which dances away
with delight upon your gentle waves.
This illusion kept me going and sent me astray
To fulfill what my heart did crave

My throat was dry since the start
not till I said your name, did they find relief
From this moment I could not part
So I stood in silence, I stood in disbelief

Defeated, I knelt by the empty river bed
The tears collected where I arrived
Where did I let myself be led
Perhaps, a burial ground, where my soul could die

But then as all hope was lost
I saw why Allah had sent me here
This journey came with a cost
To find a river of my tears

Drift...

2009-05-16T10:26:00.006-05:00

Don't Drift along on an origami ship
Knowing the waters may one day consume
The paper, which you trust, will betray your trip
Life welcomes you aboard this sinking ship of doom

Look in the distances toward the light
Many signs have been sent to you
A lamp in a lighthouse, a shiny star in the night
Are just to name a few

On this strange ocean, your traveling alone
No one will hear you gasping when you drown
A moment is precious when its on loan
You have but moments to get into town

Don't aimlessly drift along on an origami ship
Set a course and hope the winds will carry you
The waters deafen those who don't try on this trip
Some do try & sink, Drowning is peaceful for those few

Whats ur High...

2009-04-22T21:06:00.005-05:00

At the End
We all Die
Whats the Point
Let's get High

What the Hell
Why not Fly
Stick my Head
In the Sky

Look at Me
Why you Shy
Get up Close
Don't ask Why

Want some More
Got's Supply
Over there
He's my Guy

Don't you worry
I will Buy
We got More
Don't you Cry

Drugs you Ask
don't Imply
What this For
You ask Why

Don't you Guess
Don't you Try
Tell the Truth
I don't Lie

No tricks Here
I'm not Sly
Song is for
God of My

God of Mine
He's my Tie
Its the thing
Gets me high

At the End
We all Die
Whats the Point
Let's get High

** It was pointed out by a reader that this sounds a bit like NAS, Life's a Bitch.

You're God

2009-04-14T21:47:00.001-05:00

A brother of sort to me
Fought and protected me
Perfect, in the way you treated me
You were a God to me.

Atlantic...

2009-04-14T21:46:00.001-05:00

Her teardrops keep falling
leaving wrinkles on her face
She's been crying so long
there's an ocean in her place

On Marketing Image...

2009-04-14T21:27:00.002-05:00

For the viewer, parts of an image seen in a series creates one whole emotion; whereas, one image, which depicts everything, only creates a partial emotion.

The beauty of an image seen in parts is greater then the beauty of an image seen as a whole.

For example, imagine seeing an image of a whole car.
Now, imagine seeing the headlights, moon roof, in dash system, leather seats etc...

Now if you think about it, for most guys, we pick up on parts of a women - notice it when you have the awareness. Were trying to create an emotion to remember this person by. I think visually our mind stores a series of images in our head attached with an emotion.

Now, the esoteric, I wonder if God created the world in a series of parts of something bigger so that we can see it as something beautiful. Just an idea to play with...

Eyelash...

2009-04-14T21:18:00.003-05:00

Her eyelash doesn't settle
in the alley where I pray to see her

Her image doesn't settle
in the dreams where I come to see her

Her memory doesn't settle
In the heart where I seek to see her

Her voice doesn't settle
In my ears when I want to hear her

Only when I forget, she settles
In everyplace I have yearned to see her

Lonely...

2009-04-14T20:59:00.002-05:00

The lonely places I have been
The lonely roads ahead
Silence which is brought by
The lonely voices in my head

The origami ship which sails
Where angles fear to tread
Lonely waters are but time
which only cause to sink instead

The words which draw from my lips
Are the only friends which fled
The flood in which my thoughts reside
And a ship which is left for dead

The lonely places I have been
The lonely roads ahead
It's a place I'd rather be
and it's a place I dread

Taken...

2009-04-14T20:45:00.002-05:00

When your name is taken
Beat of heart is taken

Every step I have fallen
Toward me, a step is taken

Lift me high above
the ground gets taken

On wings of ilm and heart
my first flight is taken

Toward you I come closer
significance is taken

when nothing is left
a tear is taken

Day I'm not reaching for you
everything gets taken

A friend once said...

2009-04-10T16:16:00.002-05:00

A Friend once said... "If we are water than why do we feel so dry?" Nizar Sir.

Thought I could contemplate that statement forever.

Found in an Antique Place...

2009-03-21T18:31:00.001-05:00

On an antique bookshelf of my forefathers home
Lost among the many, blowing off the dust
Reading at the right place of a whispering dome
The voices in my head now needing to readjust

Faith, came in a second-handed religion,
and God was always hiding in a logical place
I was alone in my imagination
Told my brain I needed some space

There are many who make their claims,
In the end, saying to know more than you
They allege to have memorized all the names*
better than you could ever do

Finding pieces of trash insecure on the floor
Shaken by the winds somehow they still remain
I don't need to pick up that rubbish anymore
Even the dust didn't settle where others feign

* names as referred to the names thought to Adam in the holy Quran.

on Verticle Agriculture

2009-03-05T22:38:00.003-06:00

I often wonder after hearing stories of developing countries struggling to find land to farm - why is agriculture a horizontal sport?

We have discovered innovation in vertical skyscrapers, and it would be cool to have a skyscraper called the farm. used entirely as a place to grow crop.

there is much to learn from each other if we all want to eat.

Essence...

2009-03-05T22:21:00.002-06:00

I play the piano
I go away
the echoes of my thought
beg to stay

In some silent note
all I hear
Are whispering Angels
Standing near

Listening to accounts
of my life
I am judged on my music
such is life

I play the piano
my soul whispers away
I go on vacation
my essence works away

Yup...

2009-02-28T07:31:00.001-06:00

Usually I don't pray
When she is here
now she is away
I pray she's near

Step to the side...

2009-02-15T13:17:00.002-06:00

Caught my reflection in the mirror
There's a man staring back at me
Said, "take a step to the side"
That I was getting in the way of me

So, I saw myself from the corner of my eyes
Saw a man who soon became my enemy
Kept him closer than my lies
Couldn't trust him, for the things he does to me

Not sure how to move from here
Yet, my reflection troubles me
I'd break the glass, but I won't
he's the only one who recognizes me

Caught my reflection in the mirror
There is a man who's staring back at me
wonder where he came from
on days, I don't know who to be

Emoticons

2009-02-12T19:53:00.002-06:00

An Emoticon says 1000 Text messages.

Simplicity...

2009-02-08T13:45:00.001-06:00

Life is very complicated, death seems very simple. Which leads me to believe that we are fearful of simplicity.

The Artist...

2009-02-08T13:16:00.004-06:00

Allah is like an artist
Who's art is sometimes referred by us as "me"
Our hearts and minds are made of some (beautiful) stone
In it, he sees something we could never see

Through life's turbulence and winds
The tools he uses, to chisel away with certainty
The there is something great inside us
And only he could set it free

Adorn your stone before he comes
Dress it in the marble cloth of prayers
Give it some rigidity yet flexibility
A texture one could not compare

So when Allah comes to work on you
Give him a canvas which will not crumble apart
But surely only the artist knows, what I do not
The time your judged a stone worthy to start

Inspired by the famous quote of Michelangelo "I saw the angel in the marble and I carved until I set it free."

Where would we head without Struggle...

2009-02-08T12:42:00.002-06:00

Darkness falls upon all who travel
And struggle an obstacle made of snow
We sometimes turn our back to the sun
In times we need it most to glow

Still the sun does shine for us
Reflecting off snow to guide our sight
Some days, I know, I could turn around
And others I accept this shimmer of light

Forgotten...

2009-01-16T06:33:00.004-06:00

Struggled, till their bodies rotten
Their names survive, much like ember
for Allah chooses who not be forgotten,
It is their story we shall remember

Many others follow till
Their names mark the day
Yet, none of them are remembered still
Sadly, Allah has decided this way

For those of you who seek remembrance
This Sultani sees a way
Verily the one who becomes one with Allah,
shall never be forgotten, when others pray

Introvert...

2009-01-08T22:30:00.003-06:00

Picking pieces of cardboard and napkins from the floor of this car
Vomiting words to decorate the foot printed paper near
Poetry has become my addiction, has yet to turn ink to clay thus far
Still I jot down a few words that would otherwise get lost or disappear

This madness has become my Zahir
The Batin is the world which lives round me
I live peacefully in both, both I revere
But, one insist itself while the other lives in me

A Shopkeepers Gem...

2008-12-26T10:27:00.001-06:00

A trinket in a shop, Come see me today
Decorated with a sign, "Buy Me" today

I do not dance or sing
A bit dusty today

Shop Keeper doesn't think
He could sell me today

Only one that will look
came in to pee today

Then you walked in to his shop
A bit stopped at me today

You picked me up to look at the price
A great deal you said you see today

A great piece you looked and explained
put by your set of tea today

You didn't buy me
no spree, today

A heart that was carved at my side
Broken off my body today

The shopkeeper sighed, and priceless
For him I was to be today

And took me off the shelf
No friend for me today

A sad and lonely shopkeeper
A sad and lonely me today

It was just in your words
To set me free today

Thank You to the king who had made me priceless
In eyes of my shopkeeper to see today

On Politics...

2008-12-26T09:56:00.002-06:00

I would have liked to be a politician, but find it difficult to be that corrupt.

My Birthday Song...

2008-12-23T22:28:00.005-06:00

All are an orphan, must travel alone
A prostitute to the emotions which visit me
No ones a virgin when they come
I welcome them in, farewell by morning

Alone, I travel, in some direction
I don't know if I follow my shadow
or a reflection of me
But I still wonder and keep moving

Some do leave change and
yet other steal from me
I am not the victim
But helpless to all those who knock

All I know, that my hands do wrinkle
Such is the porno which plays in my head
Of the conversations with these emotions
Which visit me

Soften...

2008-12-08T09:28:00.001-06:00

Some fantasies don't soften with time
And it aint what you always need
My promises came so sharp
Yet, my dissapointments made you bleed

My heart still skips a beat at night
So I can hear yours clearly in my dreams
How did I let life slip away
Sometimes waking up is further than it seems

Feels like there was a time, where
silk was the only thing between you and I
Three words didn't hold like super glue
Now, holding us together are the words goodbye

A Stone's a Holding...

2008-12-07T10:54:00.001-06:00

There is no point where beginning and end can meet
There is no place that I can be
This I concur - except
Where my sleeplessness has taken over me

This soul like a feather attached to a string
drifting as light as can be
- but can't fly away
for life's a stone holding on to me

All to Often...

2008-11-29T12:07:00.002-06:00

Somethings unsafe about saying goodbye
Words tremble the lips and escape with a sigh
But at times it necessary to say your goodbye's
When you can't see the same distance or see eye to eye

No relationships should be built on insecure ties
Don't hold on to others for your own reflected reply
Sometimes people don't see the same clear blue sky
If you ask me the reason, I just don't know why

But sometimes between the secrets and lies
You say to yourself, slowly I die
And don't think it is a goodbye
But to another, a hello or hi

Droplet...

2008-10-31T06:13:00.001-05:00

The ocean waves came crashing
Settling for a moment at the shore
No one notices the droplets
memories of parted waves which came before

They learn to hug the warmth of the sun
Clinging a mother which yearns it offspring to fly
Alone in the world to meet up with others
Grow big, tell other of sorrow, and cry

One finds its way to being innocent again
A humble one which grows small still
falls like an Angel of broken wings
Struggle to return to the oceans will

Of much a clamity is this life
For us the Ocean is but a simple light
Stillness is to the water
as facile is to this life

Many Poems I long to be....

2008-10-19T15:04:00.002-05:00

Many poems I long to be
Some are sad and some happy
a life which triumph sounds good to me
but in the end, a Sultani
Is all I was ever cut out to be.

Joy...

2008-10-19T15:02:00.002-05:00

There are many poems which make us cry
Sadness is simple and so are good byes
I long to write something which does not make us sigh
If tears to come, then tears of joy i'd like to see in your eyes

Cheers to whoever sits beside me...

2008-10-19T15:00:00.002-05:00

Whoever sits beside me while I write
Should one day whisper in my ears good night
I would not like such a day to come in sight
But till then Cheers! to a paper, a pencil and your beams of light

On Stocks...

2008-10-16T22:05:00.001-05:00

I am going to sell everything I have in my portfolio and then re buy it. It won't make me rich but it will make me feel better about my losses.

of Poets...

2008-10-08T21:22:00.002-05:00

Catch, a voice of poets who have died
Their single thoughts, which flit across the sky
Tis Night, words like a falling star, praised upon so high
Wishing on a moment of silence, heard through their eyes.

Ali...

2008-10-05T21:04:00.003-05:00

I am uncertain that I would come to him, nor am I certain that he would come to me.

But like a Dervish, my thoughts do spin, spin in his memory - spin so gracefully

And a million times I have asked in my thoughts, a vision of him I long to see

So in my head I call Ali

and what of the universe? - well the universe now spins with me.

Sunrise...

2008-10-05T20:36:00.005-05:00

I have never spoken to the sun
Nor has it ever replied to me
But I am glad it does its job
Without a need of gratitude from me.

It gives me warmth and solitude
and some days, I hide away from it under trees
But regardless of what I think
It still comes out for me.

I sit and wonder what Rumi said
When he said two suns rise, one light in me
Sometimes I rise and sometimes I don't
The heart yearns the sun to be

Does the sun have a place from God
Does it talk to him or can it see
Something such as another light, greater than it
or a candle flame inside this Sultani

on Birth and Death...

2008-10-05T20:26:00.003-05:00

At Birth, a child cries his eyes out yet the family around the child is in joy. Upon death, that same child sits in peace in a coffin with a sigh of relief on his face yet the people around him cry. I have written about this many times but never understood the dynamic.

Restlessness...

2008-10-03T05:40:00.003-05:00

My thoughts don't settle, they keep shifting
Like wood on water, they keep drifting
my pen, on days, have trouble lifting
And on others it's for words I'm sifting

on Developed Countries

2008-10-02T21:09:00.002-05:00

The problem with Developed countries is simple - they think they are Developed! There is a misfortune in assuming you have reached some perfection of civilization, government, science or anything. In essence, I think all countries are developing and indeed some are in fact further along in their development but none will ever reach the point where they can say they are developed, because I truly believe that human potential is infinite.

on War...

2008-09-26T06:16:00.002-05:00

I went to war with myself...

On some days I came back a winner and on other days I came back a loser. This wasn't a war between the good in me and the bad; for the most part, it was just a war between me and me. Winning and losing was just a matter of perception...

on Freedom...

2008-09-25T05:50:00.002-05:00

A Warden tells a Prisoner "You are free to do whatever you want in your cell". This was all the enlightenment I needed on the topic of Freedom.

My thoughts on Paris...

2008-09-19T16:54:00.003-05:00

Some claim that God built the world, and others say Men built it. Till now, I wasn't sure, but clearly the Architecture in Paris is the collaboration between God and Man.

I went to the Louvre to see all the old painters which have passed away and died to leave but a memory of themselves to hang on the walls of a museum, and then walked outside to see all the starving painters trying to sell their work. I was not sure what to make of it.

I felt like a minority for not being an Artist in Paris, at least isolation (assuming that artist are estranged) has much companionship in the area.

I saw a real Van Gogh today - it looks nothing like the replicas!

I wanted Paris to influence me to write, all it has done is influenced me to drink cappuccino and watch people as they walk by the cafe. Reading life has a pleasure writing can not give me.

I have watched ratatouille (the pixar animation) and am wondering if this is on the menu of any Paris restaurant.

I now know why Europeans have great posture, it has alot to do with the art they put on their ceilings.

I do not...

2008-09-18T16:37:00.002-05:00

I do not see how poets and painters
could not be inspired by the streets of Paris tonight
for even an empty cardboard container
Is at home on the streets of Paris tonight

My Greatest Fear...

2008-09-11T22:22:00.002-05:00

Like a cloud of dust which flirts with the empty air
I took off, leaving a memory suspended in the atmosphere

Drifting behind me as I raced away in fear
A shadow, which never spoke, seemed to keep with me till here

I didn't make an effort to look back, till I was in the clear
But even after many miles, I was afraid it would come near

Even after many years, I fear it would appear
For, "I didn't do the best I could" are the only words I fear

Gwadur...

2008-09-11T21:43:00.003-05:00

Under a disco ball of stars
Fishes sway to the harmonizing sea
A place where my heart resides
A place I long to be

Deep sea warm water port
Home to my first cup of tea
The sounds of a ship hides
in the echoes of a calm and serene me

I play the images in my head
when my Gwadur speaks to me
It is a place I go to now
more frequently

Silence...

2008-09-11T21:38:00.001-05:00

No words are enough
for how I feel inside
But if you sit here awhile
we can swing side by side

I bet together
we can get really high
we will swing
till we reach the sky

No need for noise
or direction in life
Just a mutual exchange
of swinging side by side

I Stood Simply...

2008-09-11T21:08:00.003-05:00

I stood simply as a rock, the rain came rushing down
the rain was a nuisance, for it washed away what I had built

I stood simply as a tree, the rain came rushing down
The rain was a welcome, for I was thirsty and god answered my prayers

I stood simply as a bee, the rain came rushing down
The rain was a nuisance, for I couldn't fly to the places I needed to be

I stood simply a creature in the sea, the rain came rushing down
The rain was a welcome, for it brought life around me

I stood simply as me, the rain came rushing down
The rain was neither a nuisance or welcome for me
God gave me the ability to be a feeling or emotion I choose to be