I have seen him;
In an old faded photograph,
his laughing face amidst a sea of laughs
looking back through sparkling eyes;
I have seen him.
I have heard his voice;
Through the crackling speakers
Of a decrepit black telephone,
Hidden in a dusty corner of my-our-his room,
Uttering flawless Urdu verses,
Mesmerising, like the sunlight
that caroms off each ripple of the endless river;
I have heard his voice.
I have known him;
In a sketchbook that ended without ending,
Through the eyes of every stranger
who is his friend,
Who speaks incessantly
Of his wild untameable life,
Of how he only knows happiness
In its truest form- as freedom;
I have known him.
I see him now,
In front of me,
As we stand among an overwhelmed rout,
And our eyes meet for the first time,
The Seeker and the Seeked,
But know this,
I have seen him,
I have heard his voice,
I have known him for eons.


Quote Challenge Day 1: Free Spirit

Assortmentbox has nominated me for this challenge. Thank you so much S!

Her blog can be found here : Assortmentbox
Do give it a look if you love poetry.

The steps to be followed for this challenge are :

1 Thank the person who nominated you.

2  Post 3 of your favorite quotes for 3 days (3*3).

3 Nominate bloggers of your choice on all three days .

To give it a little twist, I’m following a theme per day. Each day will about be one of the three things that drive me, and the quotes will be the words that I’ve turned to for help countless times.

Day 1: Free Spirit


“To awaken alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.” -Freya Stark


“She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and no city” – Roman Payne


“Don’t tell me how educated you are, tell me how much you have travelled” – Muhammed

I nominate

1. eatwelltraveloften15

2. nimz

3. purplepeninportland

Feel free to choose not to do it, it’s all for fun.


Fight That Isn’t His

As the warrior travels,
He is forced to fight
Battles that aren’t chosen by him,
That could be avoided,
That are picked up
By those who haven’t seen
What real battle blood is.
Nevertheless, he accepts the challenge,
He fights a fight that isn’t his.
And when he leaves victorious,
Owing to wisdom if his past,
Each battlefield is left
A coagulated mass
Of tangent emotions.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)

The Song Of The Lord

She was the only one
He loved with abandon.
He was the one she gave her life for
Each moment since they met.
A love so poignant,
That it has been sung
For centuries hence,
Was torn apart by the world.
He left, moved on,
Called by duty.
She stayed,
Never waiting, but remaining his.
He married, fathered children,
Lead armies, conquered kingdoms,
And she stayed,
Living in the dilapidated house
Sprinkled with the dust
Of his memories.
He lived a complete life,
But carried in him a void
That was born
When he left her in his hometown.
She spent her life alone
As the abandoned bride,
And yet saw him in each leaf
Of their forest
And heard him in each gurgle
Of their river.
When time came for him to go
He asked for her,
Prayed to her to set him free,
She smiled, nodded,
And left with him.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)


Man established religion.
This is the simple fact
That many forget,
Many more choose to ignore,
And yet others deny.
When realisation comes
That religion,
Whatever colour it comes draped in,
Is meant for nothing else
But peace of mind
And hope that gives
Strength to go on,
Then will the world
Stop bleeding
In the name of God.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)

The Debate

Some talk of idealism,
Of a dream of a world
Where women are machines
Mass producing babies
All for the “protection”
Of their religion
And their God,
And scoff at the sceptics.
Some are radicals,
That no “God”
(Yes,  in quotation marks)
Will save anyone
And we should save ourselves
And scoff at the believers.

I live in a mind
Where belief and logic
Clash constantly
Like an old bickering couple.
They fight up a storm,
But they can’t exist
In a world where
The other doesn’t exist.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)