The Lake

I will open up my eyes

In the land with the cool lake
Where the Sun will beam at me
Through the trunks of trees
And the soft mist
Shall float over the nearly frozen aqua

I'll be waiting for the bees
To start buzzing around me
When I shall be enjoying the smell
Of fine moist weed nearby

Although they would be dirty
My mood nonetheless, would be flirty

I would lie down for a while
Not look left or right
Or way behind

I shall just be looking at this beautiful scene in front of me
That would captivate me, as if holy illusion

I would close my eyes
And lie down to rest
One hand in the water

A fish would come
And convey me the message
From the Netherworld down below
That is happy to see a guest
After such a long time,
Near the lake..

[ZAAL HIJAZI]

The Cedar Tree

Backdrop:

A lone cedar tree, all by itself in the middle of the Valley. Dark mountains on either side and in front of it, only one small entrace to it's back. No birds, no life. Only small dark patches of dry and withered shrubs on the grey sands around it, looking like carcasses of plantation.

Tree:

Never a visitor, for me since ages

I've been standing alone for so long

No birds, no man, no game

Alone, I feel lame

In all shapes and sizes

I saw life moving about

Some would stand tall

Others stout

People from all walks of life

Animals of every breed

Some would turn back

To have a better glance at me

I would radiate my aura

To inspire them by my greenery

They would smile and go away..

With a good flash of resplendent scenery

(The tree kept repeating these moanful verses again and again for a few more ages. And one day, it heard a voice)

Voice:You were the fragmentation of an isolated one's mind, you were a dreamworld created for shelter and homeliness, now you're rotting in loneliness. The one who envisioned you is now fully engaged in day-to-day affairs in the Netherworld (our real world) and has no time for you.

Tree:What? How could it be? I was all he had for himself.. he used to sit by me, under my pure shade and rejoice at my radiance!

Voice:Times change..

Tree:Time? What time? What about the time I gave to him?

Voice:Times change..

Tree:But what about the comfort he felt around me?

Voice:Times change..

Tree:What about the calm I gave him?

Voice:Times change..

Tree:What about the beautiful birds whom I gave shelter?

Voice:Times change..

Tree:But what about the horses that were tied with me together?

Voice:Times change..

Tree:Ah yes, times change..

Voice:And so should we

(Note: We all 'create' concepts and ideas, and later on mostly leave them by themselves. Ideas never die, they are always alive. We never think of the consequences of what we foment in our mind. This was a sample utopia that I had fomented in my mind long ago)

The Rose

The cold breeze

Giggled with joy

When it's currents of air

Further cooled the girl

With the rosy flesh

So that she would blush more and more

As the environment got bitterly sore

During the peak months of fantastic Winter

With her blonde self, she would traverse

Back and forth

From the lakeside to her cottage

And spend time with nature

Whilst what she didn't know

Was that nature itself

Was caressing her, and fiddling around

With her silky hair

The waters would flow in ripples

When they would see her approaching the lakeside

The fishes would sing in joy

Hoping they could be fortunate enough

To be touched by her soft fingers

When she would play with water

In her usual routine

The birds on the treetops

Looking down below

Would gasp at the aura

Of this fine blonde femme

This Daughter of Nature itself

To whom nature looks after

For she was all alone,

By herself,

In the Valley of Beauty

The rabbits would pass by

And gently kiss her feet

Shoveling themselves one after the other

To sooth themselves around her tender Self

For she was a beauty indeed

The girl with the rosy skin..

[ZAAL HIJAZI]

Contemplation

Inspired by the painting of the same title by M.J. Braithwaite

If for one moment you are told
That what you wished has gotten old
It's time gone, opportunity past
No fragment left, nothing that could last
You would wonder at first
With awe at time
You would grasp your hands tight
And contemplate
Over the remarkable coincidence
That you were foolish enough
To be tricked as every other
Expecting that to happen
What you desired
When you fired,
Your thoughts
About what could be taken for Self
At that very moment from the Shelf
Fell the sandclock of time
Reminding you
It is quicker than you
And it shall not wait
For you to further contemplate
During your wait,
When you shall be thinking of another plan..
On how to amend
The bend
That fate upheld
For your Destiny
Sheer mutiny!
You frown
And hit your head on your open hands
What's that?
Ah yes, the candle light is getting brighter
It's warmth is refreshing the room
With fresh odour of bottled cherub
You help yourself
To a glass of liquid intoxication
And play around with the object
That is driving you mad
As the candle glows brighter
You go lighter and lighter
Away from the sadness engulfing you..

[ZAAL HIJAZI]

She Was Wondering

She was wondering

Through the night

Are the legs ready

To run in fright

Will he come to haunt

Will he come to kill

He had died a while ago

But still

Will he tear me up

And eat me

Will he just rope me up

To tease me?

Will he shout at me

For love I could not give

Will he brace my arms

And dance with me?

Will he forgive me for all

I ever did never

Will he get on with what

He never experienced before?

I am in thinking

Eyes not blinking

The farthest crow winking

Yakking at my distress

The old woman

Has come,

And lit the room..

She was wondering

Through the night

Are the legs ready

To run in fright

She was wondering

Through the night

Are the legs ready

To run in fright

[Zaal Hijazi]

She Came...

She came, calmly

Sitting herself beside me

Telling me "Hey, I'm finally here"

Leaving that smile upon me

I look at her face

And wonder in thought

How lovely of her

For the gift she brought

She spared some time

To accompany me

Amidst the loneliness

I always experience

And again my self

Like a withering flower

Has now blossomed up

To welcome this sunshine

She is with me now

I am glad indeed

I just stare at her eyes

The message she can read

And then she smiles

She feels a little shy

Turns her gaze away

And leaves a laugh

She gets up to go

Leaving behind a note

"ME TOO!"

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