So, here we are:
Dwellers of the concrete jungle,
Prisoners of our own, man-made environment;
the physical outside distorting the vision inside:
work in boxes,
live in boxes,
think in boxes.
Force-fed your vision of the world we inhabit,
Conditioned to accept the barrage of information which bombards us at hyper-speed. … More Book 2: You Suck!
Sometimes at work you just feel closed in. Bored by what you’ve got to do; restricted by the times you work; and caged in by the physical environment you’re in. … More The Cage
I wrote this 7 years ago, on the rooftop of the Prophet Muhammad’s (peace be upon him) mosque, a few weeks prior to Hajj 2011. It was our final night in Madinah, and this piece was inspired by the time there. Sadly, I’ve not been back since then. … More A most blessed rooftop
The sun kisses my face
as i sit here in my empty bedroom.
At utter and total peace:
outside –
the subtle symphony of the birds,
the gentle breeze rustles the leaves,
and calm permeates the air
on this gloriously sunny Winter morning… … More Peace
When this blog hit the 10-year mark, I planned on compiling a “best of” – which would be an e-book collecting what I considered my most meaningful creative pieces over that period. It was quite a feat to go through so much content, but I eventually settled on a body of material that I believed would work. The idea was that there would be three distinct areas: poetry (the biggest portion), reflections and prose, and photography. … More The book (that’s still on the way)
Remember the One
Who is always with you,
Who loves for you to ask of Him,
Who listens to your pleas,
Who guides your heart to that which is best for you. … More Remembrance
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
You know who.
That annual visitor,
who comes around
to remind you of how strong you really are.
I step out
onto this familiar rooftop,
Observing the still morning air
While others below hurry
to start their morning routines.
Approaching the edge,
I gaze upon the suburbs
as thick layers of cloud float across the sky,
Pushed by the fresh morning wind. … More The birth of a new day
You light up the sky:
thin streaks of pure electricity;
powerful and vast;
the prelude to nature’s rumbling thunder;
a reminder to all … More God’s light show
I sit on top of the mountain:
hearing the Chinese tourists behind me,
Americans too – that unmistakable New York accent,
The French and Germans,
other Europeans,
Indians,
those from elsewhere in our continent.
A tapestry of humanity… … More The window above
slip-sliding away..... 