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O' how I sought thee, in song, in prose, O' ye far from sight, nearest to the heart, shall I make thee a bracelet of strung tears or would a necklace suffice, the jewel, my beating heart. I shall walk, if you beckon it, till my feet bleed and the lands end, I will go on, I will enter the seas, I will drown, still I will walk crossing all depths, till I chance by you again, trailing blood, my feet gone, on my knees, I will steal a look and go on. You could tell me to close my eyes and I would be blind forever. If you said to hear no more, I would nail my ears shut, if you once said to be quiet, I would hold my breath and not even die, for if

“I” I am the reason of earth for me is the sun aflame, it burns for me, I am the universe, this universe is but for me and I not for this universe for I am for God the maker the creator, in his plan I am the performer, the main role is mine and these are but props. I guide creation as it is for my needs planned. My thought is the past, my vision the future, I am the present. I am the light, I am the dark, and I am but the extreme of him who with an utterance formed this dimension but molded me with his own hands. I am in the shadow of divinity. Who am I? I am a human, I am man, who walked this earth with bare feet, my skin soft, my

The answer Come to my aid o’ prince of darkness, strengthen my arm be my guide, I intend to learn from a master, I grow weary of conformity, I crave to be a rebel for I know that change is but difference and I am to be different, show me your path so that I can ravage the balance and destroy the strings that make me a puppet. I implore thee, show me thy guile and vile for I have to befool a man and earn a day’s living, show me thy corruption for I crave that which belongs to someone else, show me thy vanity so that I can stand in front of Him, He who thought it wise to make black dust the essence of earth, I have improved and made

Birth I am the reason, the cause and the song, I am the light and the dark, I am the moon and the star. I come unto the world to run its course. Youth I see love and aspire to be the one who can see for I feel the sun saying to me that for you I rise, so take the mantle and my advice, you were given this status and greatness as a birthright, there is no limit to what you can achieve. Be your-self and creation will receive. Adulthood When I fall I see where I was, I realize that I am what I am and I see the loss. I knew love and music but have forgotten the cause. I was not meant to do but live it through for I am not the whole song but a

From the pages of my past I see a pattern and so I take on the pain of my present in future’s hope. Let me tell you here that when I hold a pen, I do not know what it will scribe but when I read what I write; I know that but God is my guide. The next word like the next breath is His gift and I humbly submit and thank the Benefactor for indeed this respite from reality is most needed and joyously accepted. Copyright © 2003 by Asad Aftab Iqbal All rights reserved

Ironic The un-spoken words, the language of love, flying fancies, dreams of a new life, childish desires that might just survive a river of hate and doubt gushing all around tearing souls and I a refugee am taking flight. I hide from an enemy of two faces, one a reflection, other a guise. I run and run for I know a fire is coming to sweep all the little flames, a king is coming to whom all these imposters will bow and a judgment that will be passed upon all. And as I sit in the shadow, I see the time of tyrants is at an end for the last victim is dead but still they thirst for blood and now they will eat each other until there will be only o

Immortal dreams, immortal being! What is the ideal, the dreams that I once had, the path, the road, where is it, my aspirations, my dreams, my dreams. I know I have a purpose, a purpose so big, why then am I what I am, damn it I have to leave this lot, my dreams, my dreams. What am I doing with my precious life, its just flying away, it’s flying away. I still hear the voice, the soul rending voice, it’s my voice, my voice, I recognize it, its there still. I think I might have lost my soul, what I am, it’s not me, it’s not me. The voice, the dream, my soul. Tears come and I fear the death of me, the death of being, the dea

HATE Lost in vengeance, the heart will bleed Faced with rejection and pain will lead The path where the self is lost Virtue abandoned, penance crossed Though the crowd cries patience and calm A rage so sweet knows no balm Ashes and soot seem the just pursuit A poison tree bearing the fatal fruit Dipped in blood theses verses I’ve sown My heart the garden, the puncture my own Copyright © 2007 by Asad Aftab Iqbal All rights reserved

Enough is enough! O’ weary soul, transcend your mortal ties Enough is enough now leave these lies Burning eyes, tears well spent Enough is enough now relent Piercing verses, the labor of your hands Enough is enough stop and till the lands Philosophic intrigue, your brain’s only use Enough is enough spare us this abuse Spirit and soul let them take lead Enough is enough for once heed Copyright © 2007 by Asad Aftab Iqbal All rights reserved

POETS Poets laboring both day and night Bristling verses an hour’s delight Lovers of illusion, courting dreams Content with hope filling reams A barrage of colors drawn from tears Images of pain and bottled fears Laid in a platter nice and neat For those who just like it sweet Waiting for a day when rocks will melt When shadows are seen and silence felt Copyright © 2005 by Asad Aftab Iqbal All rights reserved

To whom it may concern: Laurie Fleming is a person of sterling character and untarnished reputation for whom I would gladly give a kidney, eyeball, or hair transplant.  There have been many, many times in my life that Ms. Fleming has been there to offer critical bits of advice, which had I chosen to follow, would have made me a better human being.  She assures me, however, that my skin and eyebrows will grow back someday. Ms. Fleming has some impressive characteristics, some of which I would like to share with you.  First and foremost she is an avid philatelist, or perhaps I mean philantropist.  Which