Sun sets (in my rearview)...

Lights,
fast fading away
Green leaves,
gladly waving away
Fierce winds,
harshly blowing away
One minute,
I'm face in rays
Next,
I was turning away
"Why the haste, when I'll be returning again?"
A voice called,
but I can't see its face
"Is it East where you set your pace?"
As it echoed from a distance away
"Well then, I shall see you tomorrow, for there's where I stay"
And far and far and fast as I sway
My gaze was stocked in my rearview,
as my day looms away
For I heard, for the first time,
the Sun's lullaby,
that which was sang to lay the rays
.
Ibn Adam...

Mountains Call (The Hiker's prayer)...

Dear Lord of the mighty moulds
Hear me as I make this call;
In warmth, yet in cold
As I march to the valleys of the hilly roads
Lift me as I throw one foot in front of the toe
Here I come, once again, to explore
What wonders You have kept unknown;
And yet the stories You have held untold
Push me further now as I grow;
Push me higher up to the pointy glow
Show me that which only You and the winged have known
...
And to the greatest heights I set my journey
So give me the courage to fight my worries;
Hand me the strength to keep my bold
Rough or slippery, yet I shall hold
Cold or blazing or more I shall go
In fear I crawl;
And in bravery I throw
Farther and further and more I shall explore;
Every cave and every wonder You have kept in fold
In glaring sunny days;
Or in shady breezy paths I tour
...
Distance beyond distance and yonder I rally
At dusk or dawn I clamor Your glory
For my thirst and curiosity I must find a savory
Breaching the borders and the tides of memories
And in the end, fulfilled I shall return to my boundaries
So, safely, I ask that You may descend me
...
-Ibn Adam

Moments (again)...

Moments have come,
yet moments shall come again...
For moments gone are found in memories,
either in joy or in pain...
Life, they say, is a freefall of a freefall;
an endless slide into a baseless abyss
To what ends?
Yet no man can tell...
And the little bumps which seldom awakens,
only so one can appreciate the transient havens...
Just like a beautiful rhythm,
which momentarily dawns to define
existence
Briefly it comes and then it goes,
yet, it's gone naught away...
For in a blink or two it sets a footnote,
upon which one can trace its trail...
Random upon random of dust,
yet fate shall always find its way...
...
Alas!
In a bond of embrace
moments are made...
And in bids of farewells,
memories are framed...
Here then with you,
my moments of faith...
Here again without you,
the memories of my lonely days...

Ibn Adam

Moments (we wait)...

Far too long and yet we wait
In anticipation for a meaning we crave
For a journey in time we make...
Yet, what could we gain in time that never fades?
Is it the love, passion and adventures we trade?
Or the seasons we rejoice in turns and in faith?
Oh!
But little do we know, for when we stray
That those we hold in gladness and in rage;
Are they who define our moments of grace...
And though in whispers upon whispers we may sway
In their bliss, thus we regain our fray
The moments we desire art the glories of our days
Away they shall go
And here we shall wait
For time to renew the faces we embrace
Twinkles of the night shall sparkle in no vein
As long as we wait for the moments we fore-claim...

-Ibn Adam

Bridges...

And far beyond the rocky heap
a tiny path, but where does it lead?
To the land of wonders, fear and mystery...
Oh! Whither do we seek?
Along the trail, there and we meet
the 3 princesses of Hope, Love and Peace...
With misty voice, kindness and ease,
they called unto us to a generous treat
"come pick some groundnuts and eat"
and on their faces a remarkable radiant glee...
Would I, however, acted the same way on the tarred streets?
Would I have ushered them into the tiled walls and the marbled fleet?
Would I have offered them a glass of milk or a plate of meat?
Could I have remembered to even gesture a disdainful greet?
...
Bit and beyond on the path of 2 feet
then came along the "Jacob" of the noble creed
"Lo and behold" he clamoured, "bend down and pick"
"Pick therefrom that which God has blessed"
"Eat therefrom that which you so everly wish"...
"I shall be your host" he savoured
"I shall be your guide until you depart and leave"...
"may we share your shade?" we eagered,
"may we take refuge therein where you heed?"
And with all pleasure he took the lead...
Thense a frail yet gleeful arms welcomed us to a room amidst blissfilled trees
The abode of the old pauper, and "Duna", his feisty barking geek...
There we ate the roasted sweet
and thence we drank the uncleansed yet icey treat
That which kills instantly the itchy greed...
...
Alas!
What do we seek beyond this mighty bliss?
And what could we offer in return for this majestic deed?
Fairwell to you oh dear old and kind pauper
fairwell to the shades of the heavenly breezy trees...
...
And a bit ahead lies the hamlet with a perfect serene
The inhabits of Jacob and his ilks, the benevolents and keens
And with a warm and hearty welcome they embraced us with ease...
Yet in their cheerful faces was enshrounded a grieving pain and a craving need
And beneath the tree whilst we await our leave
Meeting the old man whom dwelled the trains to "Umu Afiya" was delightful indeed...
As he spoke to us of the gone days of remarkable peace,
we ate and drank their sweet tubers and groundnut soup for free...
...
Thus...
Far and beyond we have found the link...
A "Bridge" of love and fulfilment
of fear and mystery
and of all that we seek...
The link that sets aside all of man's difference and greed
The link that places him in order of his benevolence and worthy deeds
A bridge of conscience, morals and hope
and all of humanity's needs...

So far and beyond
and our quest shall go long as we seek...
Far and beyond
and we shall get to discover the treasures hidden deep beneath the wavy seas...

Ibn Adam

The calling...

And if within you there is a calling;

A calling to which you owe a craving...

All you need is walk a distance;

The distance between you and happenstance...

And on your way you search an instance;

That in which you woke your conscience;

The conscience which negates all hindrance...

And whence your heart reverts its conscious;

And all your doubts drifts to oblivious;

And all your hopes regains its glorious

...

Alas!

Far you have walked the distance

Hence,

Listen to the fading voice of your calling

And turn to retrace your lonely trailing... 

There you shall find no harmful ailing;

For your conscience have found its maiden...

-Ibn Adam

Grief...

In a season of sorrows and remorse
In times of lost love and recourse
In a summer of burning sweat the lids churn
In a winter where hearts numb and minds turn
In a spring where tears run and memories return
In a land where hope becomes the only value formed
In a desert where you reach,
Yet, what you aim is beyond
Wishes, wonders, imaginations and regrets are born
...

Lingers of despair
Lingers of lost
...

Flee flee oh moment flee
Flee oh times of woefulness and bereave
Return dear beloved,
return to me
Come back oh days of gladness and ease
Come back oh moments of joy and peace
Come back oh dearest
Come and set me free
Whither and I pray...
Whither shall we meet
Oh and I crave
Oh do I seek
...

Alas...
Now, and I know, that no one is left un-beat
For the end, as I go, is always behind my feet
And lest I forget, that "Patience" shall remain my treat
For one day, or the next, I too shall meet my deed...

Ibn Adam

(Dedicated to my mother)