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I can't see where i am going!
i am in strong chains
eyes tightly blindfolded
in faint whispers love is smelling!
any hope of getting spectacles?
love is blind
I laid down motionless with memories of me
Frozen as Everest recounting the dark
Foggy lights and the brightest darkness
Shadowed the clear path of my being
Crooked the road of life I saw
Winding through the river course
The cold snow seared my open skin
In the sun my bones chilled the lowest degree
Deception threw its towel at me
I caught it with revived naivety
And wiped my sweat not knowing the test
Temptation clouded my brightest morn
I saw ahead but failed to look
Ambiguous warmth run through my blood
As I received countless unsolicited visits
One hundred times a day
From the compulsory lesson-devils of life
While I beckoned them to tarry awhile
They marched in with their next of kin
Teaching me one lesson or two
To look well whenever I see
And listen better when I hear
Life teaches so many lessons. Deception is all over. It pays to be alert
 May 2020 Faizel Farzee
Eva
Drip Drip Drip

These raindrops seem to carry all the sadness as baggage
As they fall onto my palm

Drip Drip Drip

My eyelids grow heavy
as the raindrops pile all their sadness on my lashes

Drip Drip Drip

I'm lost in the rain
Carrying its baggage
I'm so grateful she's my wife,
We'll be together in life I love you my
Beautiful wife, and only you
I'll love and forever
She's truly my beautiful wife..
Love Her
Life.
Insufferably long,
yet
cruelly short.
Life.
Insanely difficult,
and
easy as laughter.
Life.
Selflessly caring,
but
brutally harsh.
Your life.
Wonderfully poignant,
whilst
utterly pointless.
This life.
Excitingly unknowing,
and
ultimately fatal.
All life.
Delicately fragile,
yet
fiercely resilient.
Life.
Ineffably beautiful,
and
unspeakably ugly.

Life.
Today is
Yesterday's souvenirs.
Tomorrow is
Today's souvenirs.
We are nothing but souvenirs.
I wrote this  poem because I have just received an email from a student I taught 26 years ago. He attached a photo of me when I was in my early 20's.when I saw it, I couldn't cease crying. I am a souvenir and whatever I do now, I can't be the image he sent.
 May 2020 Faizel Farzee
Mr Haiku
My blanket is white.
It is my comfort blanket.
I won't give it up.
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