when Raindrops Fall

The falling drops
touching my window pane 
the silver drizzle
I see your lips, the rainy kisses
the misty wet hands, I used to hold

the days go long
the moment when i went wrong
like the lyrics of gloomy song
But i miss you my darling
when raindrops fall

i miss you my darling
when raindrops fall

I am not a Writer, Painter or Actor

I am not a writer
but, I write
on the shreds of my thought
about a boy
selling socks
in the cramped streets.
Selling not to corn his pelvis
nor to build castles
but for the light
which brightens his Cadaver.
his "school fee"

I write on the leaves of my palates
about a women,
working all day in our neighbourhood
Working not for bright apparels
nor to stud herself with jewels
but to pay debt, her boozer husband..

I am not a Painter
but I paint
on the canvas of my being
Red, blue , dark , green

all colours of Life.

I don't paint faces
but the feeling ...
I don't paint Noses
but the smell
I don't Paint Eyes
but the gaze
I don't paint the tongue
but the voice..

I am not an Actor

but I act,,

I act not to win name

or to gain fame...

I act not to horde wealth

in the rusty, murky boxes

but for the Survival..

I act Every time

When asked about my label

by a Khaki man

I act for joy,

to mud happiness

on all shadows around me..

my friends, my foes

and My Beloved.

I act for her

every time I breathe

veiled in lies, the sprinkled  puns

but I act ,

every time before her

I am a Writer

I am a Painter 

I am an actor

but am  Human too ?

She say's, "No"....

I am ruthless,

I write no ordeal

but pain on her soul

I paint , not the colours

but bleeding sores 

on her celestial bod.

I act not for bliss

but deriding her being..

I am Not a Writer , 

I am not a painter

I am not an actor

 

© Bilal Majid. All rights reserved

Remember my beloved, remember,

Remember my beloved, remember, 

if you try to remember

you will remind everything

My beloved

The waves in your heart

will take a tide

remember, the rainy, wet nights

we share with each other 

Remember all blissful seasons

our journeys on horizons

Remember my beloved

you will remind everything

your heart will melt 

like a candle 

when you remember

the Henna on your hands

All doors will open a new

when you put, the hermit hole 

of your sanity in restrain

your eyes will dream of me again.....

Remember my beloved , remember

you will remind everything 

Remember those days 

when you dance in the rain

in the lush green woods

witnessed by old ruins

in black and green

when we hold hands together

not for the day but for ever

remember my beloved remember

 Remember that cold touch on your cheeks

with my silent lips

and your shivered body 

frosted with iciness 

Your head on my shoulders

my nose in your mountain of curls

and my odour which tempts 

Remember my beloved, remember

if you try to remember 

you will remind everything

Finding the Way.....

keep tears in your eyes

and pyre on the lips.

if you want to survive

then expound your true self

idolize the stones on your way

than the crave for destination

and .....

then the streets will make your way

..and say,,,,,

 'continue the odyssey' .........

(Majid Marazi)

RISE FOR GAZA

Is it not the blood.....

that is spilled on the streets of Gaza 

then why not your faces turns red ?

is the water in your eyes dried up....

then why don't you wail and cry up ?

are you counting the wounds and corpses....

what about the spirits that are lost ??

what happens to the world...

where is the humanity ?

when pure buds are lynched....

why are not heavens bursting ?

when wombs are robed...

where are the Messiahs of love ?

when peace is crucified.....

Is there any god that existed ??

then where is he ?

when dreams are slayed.....

If it is Gaza today,

tomorrow it can be your home

then why should you remain silent ?

when someone's nests are bulldozed....

if tyrants absorbs your frame...

did you remain silent ?

then why don't you rise ???

then why don't we rise ?

then why don't I rise ?

When someone's shade is charred......

Majid Marazi

A Dog ..........A Mad dog

I befriends with the man

from his birth

barking on the shadows

which pests his being

escorting his creed 

and the herds...

i was guided by the time

of being tried and true...

in scorching days 

and restless ebbs

I follow his path on every walks..

culling his solitariness

with my woofs...

i was the buddy of all sorts

barking and biting

is in my traits 

but one lauded 

and rest fated.... ???

why this bias girdled his fame

is it the choice that graves his name ?

my woof is prudent

but bite folly

which is cured by excision only

no love soothes me

is the faith...

but an adz or a gun to decimate.

and here man slaughters a man

lynched the rewards and gifts pain

spills the blood in the drain

and is aided in contempt of

being "Insane"....................

???????????

(Let Silence beholds our Cry....)

Majid Marazi

i am sacred of dreaming now

Oh my Beloved
gander in your soul
and listen to your heart
or let me yaw dumb....

how I can behold the bliss
when it's like a sand
  slipping from my hands..

don't call me inept
helpless or insane
if you are vexed by this
then change your way....

have youu glare
at the blooming flowers in the garden,
is there any love in the
gardeners gaze.... ???

i fetch many gloom's
with smiles..
laughing at my anvil chorus

now i can not hide my tears
lends them way to breeze
and the vapors on my face
to freeze.........

the delight is not my mistress
but a pro tem keep
and...
i am sacred of dreaming now
to make her eternal

i accept................
  frailty of remitting you all,,
what u wish for...
but, whatever you shoves at me..
let me bear that......

ed.(Majid Marazi)