Inspired by the magnificent personality : Geoffrey Rush

The Sun Is Occupied

Waiting, waiting for the dusk,
Rising in dark and dying in sun.
Lowering the voice, avoiding the light,
Can't go out there the sun is occupied.

Horror, horror the beast outside,
No hand, no heart but only eyes.
And how dare you to be out there?
this star, yes this is captured.

Thirsty, thirsty i need some light,
or the warmth of golden ray and rainbow delight.
Plant thou art so blessed,
I am the curious one, for me my Sol is occupied.

Despair, despair is all that you indite,
Conquer for the ray, rise up and ignite.
Buried in dark, the gold never bright,
And those who shines, their sun cannot be occupied.

                                                                                  -Saif Ali

Dear Mistress

Dear Mistress,
               Thy beauty is
                           elegant,
                           magnificent,
                           divine,
                           talisman.

Dear Mistress,
               Let's go
                           for a walk,
                           or a journey,
                           or an odyssey, 
                           or to the horizon.

Dear Mistress,
               Let me behold
                           thy eyes,
                           thy face,
                           thy curve,
                           thy bosom.

Dear Mistress,
                I can't resist myself
                            to touch ye,
                            to hold ye,
                            to grab ye,
                            to squeeze ye.

Dear Mistress,
                Let me melt in
                            thy breath,
                            thy mind,
                            thy heart,
                            thy soul.

My Queen,
                  Allow me to lift the burden of
                              thy case,
                              thy grief,
                              thy desire,
                              thy dream.

Dear Mistress,
                 Either kill thyself
                 or be mine.

Solemness Of Narcissism

This People can be Recognized,
Lamenting around me to Patronize.
My Misery, my pain provide me sane,
But Hurt most that i'm adorable to them.
Turn the reality, they love my past:
Worthless, futile, idle and thwart.
To direct Crime or to conduct misdeed,
Hard to bury but effortless to achieve.
My deeds are hidden and the summit I reached,
Never divulge and no one been.
The Beast inside me never revealed,
Delusion in look, Fake I seemed.
Tons of crime and mountain of my sins,
Evidencing my wisdom, how not a single seize.
Laughing and dying peaceful and calm,
Watching you people being so lamb.
This love, your love, i can appraise,
Rewarding myself, how witful I betray.
Quietness, calmness, tranquility and peace,
Delighted by horror hidden, not ever release.  

Comfortably Numb

Last thing I remember, I was a child,

Paddling the cycle on the road.

Carrying my virtue and my passion on my little carrier,

Roaming around the street like a bird in deep blue sky.

Last thing I remember, I was born for mankind

I don't know where I had gone or where I am coming from,

But I do know that these people needed me.

Though ''the people's need'' is not the issue here.

But my life, who lived my life?

I can see people around me, ''lip-sync''

And I can see the portal door.

Gabriel! something remains here

Who was the guy? who lived my life.

But wait:

     Whoever he was, he must fit enough to survive.

Here I am lying helplessly

And watching disorder, disarray, distortion sprouting all around.

God! I am numb; miserably numb!

And my rejection of survival cannot be blame on Darwin and nature,

After all I know, You know and God know; here at this very place

Nothing to be done.

vaguely, I am still numb but Comfortably Numb.

                                                                                                                 -saif ali

the man of wisdom, patience and experience...