The lock

I stand here, before a door - my hand on the handle questioning still, why am I here, what lies ahead of me, the gateway to my past or future beckons silently. "Unlock the portal, be free!

Am I to step out
This chilly morn of greyness
Or  stay put - be still


There is a silence in the hallway, the guardians of timeless prisons hold the key, both to the reason and means for this imprisonment of mind and soul,  the lost ones - we are neither aware nor do we care

Frozen inertia
My heart is the lock I hold
To my own doomed cell


And yet, this morning, at dawn break, oh! how glorious
Even though in my mind only, the sun rises above an imagined horizon
And I realise it is my first ever notion of time ?
I awaken with realisation of self, my toes, my nails

I sing aloud
Hitherto quiet, I can't hide
This bursting joy inside

In a moment of utter abandon, the ceiling cracks, the doors fling open wide to let in the river of awareness rushing, gushing, spilling over the floors of cold marble -warm, pulsing, swishing at my feet, and I dive
Into its embracing life


I am born !
And I swim towards the light
I gasp for air - I cry.

I unlock the gates of heaven and fall into the arms of a mortal - roar in triumph, oh joyous celebration.

I am home.

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Copyright 2012 © zalina abdulaziz @ ninotaziz

Mask

We hide, we run, we turn away
from the sun, warmth fades
into the twilight and the masquerade
comes alive

In the summer day
we slowly wait for sunset
and the mask comes on

Suddenly, revelry and laughter
fills the air, who goes there
but another couple holding hands
excitement, passion
comes alive

A touch, a kiss
behind masked eyes, delight more
than senses can bear

But the clock strikes twelve
the masquerade ends and the thrill
ends too and they are trapped
in a room, reluctant lovers
once the mask comes off...

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Devastation

Yelping dog, quiet!

I am rolling over the plains

of devastation

Hatchlings surrender

to the void that empties

the mind

Oh, when will they learn ?

It's too late, anyway.

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At the seashore

Waves of summer

crashing, hitting, arriving

against the wide beach

at the edge

of the season, how

insignificant we are

powerful winds

like a tiger, roar

in the cloaked balmy night

to be so close

to the edge of time and matter

where it does not matter

Every sunrise. Enlightened.

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Wings

When life throws you a bitter pill, it is best to remember - it is for our own good.

I am ready to leave everything behind
Take a leap of faith
And seek my destiny, build my own nest

I require little wings of encouragement, a little humble pie to swallow - a huge dose of commonsense.

I need to take charge
And charter my own path
Not according to the whims and fancies

Others will tell me, it is a dangerous world out there. Find your wings. Take it slow.

I shall find my wings to sail through
With prayers that enlighten and strengthen
My purpose and devotion

Here is my hand, held out. Please lead the way.

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