Rise

If I could rescind from what I regret
I fear there is nothing I could recall,
for when paragons opposing do collide,
kingdoms of necessity finally fall.
And those that stray farthest from the light
cast the shadows deep and tall,
yet I stood for the better of the best
and took the repute of the ones who fall.
How goodly did I feign apathy,
how hollow but rotund was my call,
and knighted was I for embracing the dark,
hearing the sound of life beyond the wall.
They say I hurt for I love to bleed
so they smile when I bleed for them all,
yet I take what they give and hide from the light
my muse this silence, my shelter this night.
But hear me, O Mortals! for the day shall come
when all your idols among all your cries
will lift not a finger for all you give
and then you shall know how false hope dies.
Yea! look to the horizon call me forth,
find me in the truth and among the lies,
for death is to me but a vessel of life,
and where hope must fall I must rise

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32 thoughts on “Rise

  1. Thank you for your visit. And than you for the words you have shared here. It is refreshing to read poetry with a sense of musicality, meter, and purpose. Some truly wonderful images in your work.

  2. You are truly a gifted poet, using a genre that many (including myself) were inspired by, and still are amazed by to this day. The genre? That’s too intellectual for me to answer properly, but I mean to say classic poetry or the like. Thank you for coming to my strange (but well-intended) little free-form, barely-edited, hypen-using corner! Thank you for sharing your work, I will definitely visit often. Well done!

  3. Deep. Very deep indeed. I feel a tinge of spirituality in your poems and that’s something rare and highly praiseworthy.

    ‘And those that stray farthest from the light
    cast the shadows deep and tall’

    ‘But hear me, O Mortals! for the day shall come
    when all your idols among all your cries
    will lift not a finger for all you give
    and then you shall know how false hope dies.’

    1. Thank you so much Qandeel, rest assured, any spirituality reflected in my work is unintended, perhaps my pen has a slight case of the Midas’s touch. Regardless, why does your name sound familiar?

      1. You deserve each compliment completely. Spirituality is often unintended my brother. That’s the beauty of it. I just felt the truth of mortal beings and about-to-end life in your poem. Sometimes there’s a romantic (or kind of heart-broken) edge to your poems but the multiplicity of the meanings is more like ‘to each his own’.. I enjoy poems on what we call ‘ishq-e-haqiqi’ which you must be aware of. Wishing to read more on that from your pen.
        Well, i don’t know why does it sound familiar but maybe you’ve heard my name as one of your old fellows suggested your page, considering my inclination towards poetry and prose.

  4. Thanks for liking my poems and subscribing to my blog. Your poems resonate with truth and are sometimes scary, but that’s one of the reasons I like them so much. Sandra

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