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