ETERNAL DREAMS RECURRING THEMES
"I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free." - Sylvia Plath
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=-m5XyUw3l8c
INFINITE – ARSHAD
In memory of my friend Ian, who knew what it was to leave everything behind and start over in a new country with nothing but himself to rely on; whose glass was always half full. It is when we are emptied out and at our lowest ebb, when we find out who we are … even with leukaemia he still had a smile.
DEAR FRIEND
Nothing in this world makes sense
once you've seen what death can do
so many sitting on the fence
like lemmings they all follow you
topple over into mire
rites of passage; burned by fire
imaginings and fantasies
do not compare with what I've seen
eternal dreams; recurring themes
throwback memories; edited scenes
suppress some parts; cuts fall to floor
and slip between the cracks of time
eyes tight shut; toes tapping rhyme
rhythmic; endless echoes fight
within the stillness of the night
yet who will hear you when you cry
perhaps the elusive butterfly
whose wings unfold and flap deep in
the rainforest cacophony of life on earth
and who will hear you on this night
when eternity gives rise to birth
infinity or finite things
look through your glass so darkly
half empty or half full of stings
that cut and hollow out your soul
immortal; mortal; who can tell
the mournful toll of distant bells
maybe it will toll for you
or me or us and we may know
all the answers that we need
all the questions that can feed
our emptied minds; our fullest hearts
to justify our life on earth
too late; too little; I cannot say
for I survived another day …
- AP – Copyright remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission'
My artwork is a compilation of 3 of my photographs
ETERNAL DREAMS RECURRING THEMES
"I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free." - Sylvia Plath
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=-m5XyUw3l8c
INFINITE – ARSHAD
In memory of my friend Ian, who knew what it was to leave everything behind and start over in a new country with nothing but himself to rely on; whose glass was always half full. It is when we are emptied out and at our lowest ebb, when we find out who we are … even with leukaemia he still had a smile.
DEAR FRIEND
Nothing in this world makes sense
once you've seen what death can do
so many sitting on the fence
like lemmings they all follow you
topple over into mire
rites of passage; burned by fire
imaginings and fantasies
do not compare with what I've seen
eternal dreams; recurring themes
throwback memories; edited scenes
suppress some parts; cuts fall to floor
and slip between the cracks of time
eyes tight shut; toes tapping rhyme
rhythmic; endless echoes fight
within the stillness of the night
yet who will hear you when you cry
perhaps the elusive butterfly
whose wings unfold and flap deep in
the rainforest cacophony of life on earth
and who will hear you on this night
when eternity gives rise to birth
infinity or finite things
look through your glass so darkly
half empty or half full of stings
that cut and hollow out your soul
immortal; mortal; who can tell
the mournful toll of distant bells
maybe it will toll for you
or me or us and we may know
all the answers that we need
all the questions that can feed
our emptied minds; our fullest hearts
to justify our life on earth
too late; too little; I cannot say
for I survived another day …
- AP – Copyright remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission'
My artwork is a compilation of 3 of my photographs