I sold my heart and bought a soul

There is no happiness

or sorrows I was told

For the wise, the world

unchanged unfolds

April Lilies

and January Rose

The pains and pleasures

are just to behold. 

Paper tigers 

And paper hearts

Origami people 

Crooked folds. 

In a market place 

The shadows danced 

Far from Plato's cave 

Yet chained to the wall. 

And in the market 

Keys were sold

And chains of silver 

And locks of gold. 

In ink and soot

My shadows dance 

On unfolded parchments

All unmould. 

When dreams were cheap

And hope was old

I sold my heart

and bought a soul.

Saba

Fading song

The sun had bloodshot eyes
And on the horizon
Swelling with red clouds
Birds could barely fly

Heavens have been vacated
Burnt down to ashes
No rains to soothe
Parched earth
Crumpled flowers
Castles of thorns.

The philosopher
And the oracle
Are both quiet.
The future was foretold
Utter loss and dismay...

But the poet still writes
That spineless uncaring creature
Survived the downfall
From civilisation
To being the animal
And still sang...

The zephyr cried
So did the dawn.
Love failed in delivering hope...

I cry to the songs
Of what is left
The odes of love
And ideas of rebellion
A seer promised.

But the poet smiles
For the fading lyric
Of a lover's song
Still echoes.

~Saba