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We have to spend our whole life getting up

each morning and see the many suns

rising courageous from the horizon.

A simple life- who knows when to retire

at night time and hug long-time companions

called pillows and dreaming dreams.

 

There are episodes here, which send ripples

into our seemingly monotonous existence

everyday. And we have to wage battles

with boredom and her sisters- called mediocrity

and irrelevance. But not all were lost.

Somebody needs to learn how to befriend them.

 

Some may think that something was lacking,

but perhaps in the company of silence we find

orbs of thoughts in the usual grind of days

like the fowls of the air having simple cares.

Season after season. Day after day. Aged

but content to the simple things that matter.

 

The small country talks over the weather

and life in the farm begins with asking folks

how the young are doing these days at school.

The familiar warmth of seeing old friends at a gathering.

The joy of witnessing someone else’s milestones.

 

The farewells and well wishes when someone

is leaving our own little places to discover

the bigness of things. There goes a little prayer

and a hope that nothing is wrong when one decides

to stay and carry on doing their tasks each day.

 

We might spend our whole life thinking it’s good after all, 

though it has never been easy and there are rough times.

 

But it will never stop us believing that peace within

is the only dwelling place, our enduring shelter

when the day comes that we will never be able

to witness the sun and it has forgotten to rise.

 

In the darkness, we hope our soul in its own little spaces

can see the moon and stars light up the evening sky.

While the wind whispers- all is well, we’ll be calm as the sea.

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Half of the world rising up

on the east welcoming sun,

watching the day unfolds.

Hoping for grace, a fresh start.

 

While, there is a nacreous pearl,

a shell of the western sky peering.

Through the ridges and ridges

of sand-covered castles in the city.

 

Orange gloom in the showers

of the sandstorm. Like an hourglass,

little diamonds in the seave.

Time slips down in a quicksand.

 

Then soon, the veil of the night,

sequined by stars melted wax

over Umm Ghuwailina.  Arabia

bends its knees reciting prayers.

 

The mind wanders away counting days

and counting nights, a farewell

meeting halfway at mid-air-

homecoming touch down years.

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I can still see the images in the ricefield.  A young boy in search for fresh camote shoots in the parched soil.  And alas,  he digs for more. It seems to him that he is digging for a gold mine.  With a smile, he pauses to see his shadows elongating almost reaching the end of an acre. He breathes the tangy smell of the dust as if all the world is out of reach in the horizon.

How crisp they were, the colors of yesterday? The kite flies as soon as it appears soaring high in the clouds.  And the dream of flying overwhelms a soul. Am I not afraid then?

As the music played by the bamboo tree.  I can still sense the tranquil chorus of birds perched on its branches.  Can it be the lovely sways of the coconut leaves, that made me sleep underneath?

No one has ever told me that the young boy can be me. I have almost forgotten the playground of my childhood.  That was the place I have believed that there’s such a wide world.  And I have believed that soon I will be sojourning new wide open spaces.

I have returned to hummed a lullabye to your ear. I have returned to glimpse the old age beauty I have made myself be satisfied with.  I have returned to kiss the earth and pay homage to you, oh sunset in my field of dreams.

My grandmom is here with me on her deathbed. As I am singing and humming the beautiful rhythms of  past memories, I remember. I know that when I caress the skin of her hands, I have once again touch the earth.  And when I feel her heartbeat, I have been reminded of beautiful days.  And when I have wiped her tears away, I have been assured that my fears will also roll away.

She is the reason why I have not feared yesterday.  That after the sunset is the sunrise. She makes me enjoy the sunset and never be afraid of the darkness foreboding.

She knows.  She will.  That the young boy can still be me.  Full of believing that tomorrow I will keep digging on wide open spaces.

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