I am standing at a crossroads with no signs pointing the way; My shadow stretches in front of me from the dawning of a new day; No matter which road I choose to take, there will be no turning back; Whether or not you’re on the path I choose requires knowledge that I lack. One […]
In the wilderness of Maine, in the rhythm of the waves, in rivers of the mountains, a calling to my heart, to my pen, wings lifting with a new wildness in my senses I write the words launching the poem from my spirit. Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Written by Jacob Ibrag Black star, who do you think you are? Crickets sleeping in the depths of your crater. We won’t see you coming. Hidden. Crashing into the receptors of our central nervous system. I’d ask for your name and yet this part seems familiar. A cobra chasing it’s own tale. Tail? Tale. Delivered […]
Latest book: The Golden Tradition: An Anthology of Urdu Poetry, edited and translated by Ahmed Ali. I think I can reuse the illo of Babur and Humayun here, since Babur was probably reciting some verse. In Persian, not Urdu, I know. Ali is a great guide– knowledgeable, enthusiastic, tolerant, a font of details. What he […]
Short but sweet, this is how should be written and the world is now yours!
Just remember the only thing screwed up is the picture in people’s head of how things are supposed to be
Yesterday is today’s gain
Tomorrow is today’s to tame
The past shall not take too much of today
and the future shall teach you who you really are and what you really want
People can’t see themselves,
this is why we look into people’s eyes as if they were mirrors,
but their eyes talk about themselves,
so find beauty inside of you
and let what you do reflect it.
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips;
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Sometimes your heart tells you to help someone find their way, but your mind tells you that someone needs to find their path on their own to grow.
Sometimes your heart tells you to love someone who is not on the same page as you, but your mind tells you your differences will end up pulling you both a part.
Sometimes your heart tells you to endure the cheating and abuse with the hope of change, but your mind says you know you deserve better.
Your heart and mind sometimes disagree; your fate will depend on whose advice you follow.