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..And let thy sorrow come unto me

by

Ali Habib Khan



The mind jangles, the heart beats faster
You court disaster, then shy away at the last minute
Thereís no percentage in it. You tell me to forget it
Old family squabbles over beads and baubles
A message from the past saying..thereís no such thing as love
Hey hey, the phone
Alone you come into this world, alone you go down
Thereís no horse-shoe to hang above the door
To ward off the end -clown
Yes thatís me in the corner, broken hearted clown-still grinning
Price of gold bangles-going up
Those in love going down, thereís no escaping it
Cover the town with tinsel, paint it red
Forget that one day you and I will be dead
Exchange old silver for new gold
The heart grows cold
The flame in the fireplace stutters this way and that
Knocking you flat, leaving you thinking of things long gone
Iím on a plane that wonít be back, not tomorrow, not ever
Memory is knocking on the door
Some wounds can never heal, they lie in wait off stage
Like disconnections from the past
Half remembered rage at the time I was forgotten by all of you
I forgive you, in a rush of events, I hardly remember myself
Twirling high in the air, spinning, spinning
But thereís no prize for winning
No winner takes it all in the end
In the end, no winner wins
Hereís the rub, how many shattered illusions can float in a tub?
How much gold is enough, before you turn old and cold?
Whats the answer? You ask me. I discover thereís none
In that case whats the question? You pin me to the wall
A rose by any other name would wither and die, old heartaches multiply
Chains of silver and golden beads
What else does memory or love need?
Fantasia on LCD in Technicolor, you point out that Iím blind
Take these lifelines, these singing, crying, appealing words
Scribbled on endless sheets in my head
I have nothing to give you, except my heart, my life
Take these shreds of broken glass, splinters and hide them from view
I cant give you anything, the one pride I had was my heart, yet no more
So okay Iím the fool, thereís no percentage in it, no profit when your love ends
At a dead end street, one way
Yet I cant forget you.
Yet again in contradiction I say
You can go now-I wont stop you
STAY


Masquerade

by

Ali Habib Khan

Towards freedom-loud laughter beneath my wings, soaring Icarus
Fled from what? did I decide who I ran from..myself?
Half nights wandering amidst daisy wheels of a closed circus
Of mangled hopes, purpose and scheme-Where did I plan
To straighten my life? come to something
To remain ensnared...in a tangled past
Suffering an unfinished business
To be a last ultimate before I was somebody first
Doubting if destiny secretlt wished me a fate
Of this confused, unsettled life, cop outs
Paradoxically a pursuit of feeling
Or the fact that I made myself too much in too short a time
Made events occur way before time-I could have let it run its course, of course
I try cramming it all in now, marking an X for infinity for this?
The future to explode in my face shattering all I had thought, decided for...to do
My destiny decided away from me-could this be my only chance
I did'nt think once that I would be the master of my fate to any degree
That I'd call the signals and wake up myself, running, acting in a play directed by me
I beat myself into concrete frenzies to resuscitate
To recapture my lost life in its fullest glory
Hoping to create in imagination..what I lost in reality

Masquerade

by

Ali Habib Khan

Towards freedom-loud laughter beneath my wings, soaring Icarus
Fled from what? did I decide who I ran from..myself?
Half nights wandering amidst daisy wheels of a closed circus
Of mangled hopes, purpose and scheme-Where did I plan
To straighten my life? come to something
To remain ensnared...in a tangled past
Suffering an unfinished business
To be a last ultimate before I was somebody first
Doubting if destiny secretlt wished me a fate
Of this confused, unsettled life, cop outs
Paradoxically a pursuit of feeling
Or the fact that I made myself too much in too short a time
Made events occur way before time-I could have let it run its course, of course
I try cramming it all in now, marking an X for infinity for this?
The future to explode in my face shattering all I had thought, decided for...to do
My destiny decided away from me-could this be my only chance
I did'nt think once that I would be the master of my fate to any degree
That I'd call the signals and wake up myself, running, acting in a play directed by me
I beat myself into concrete frenzies to resuscitate
To recapture my lost life in its fullest glory
Hoping to create in imagination..what I lost in reality

Masquerade

by

Ali Habib Khan

Towards freedom-loud laughter beneath my wings, soaring Icarus
Fled from what? did I decide who I ran from..myself?
Half nights wandering amidst daisy wheels of a closed circus
Of mangled hopes, purpose and scheme-Where did I plan
To straighten my life? come to something
To remain ensnared...in a tangled past
Suffering an unfinished business
To be a last ultimate before I was somebody first
Doubting if destiny secretlt wished me a fate
Of this confused, unsettled life, cop outs
Paradoxically a pursuit of feeling
Or the fact that I made myself too much in too short a time
Made events occur way before time-I could have let it run its course, of course
I try cramming it all in now, marking an X for infinity for this?
The future to explode in my face shattering all I had thought, decided for...to do
My destiny decided away from me-could this be my only chance
I did'nt think once that I would be the master of my fate to any degree
That I'd call the signals and wake up myself, running, acting in a play directed by me
I beat myself into concrete frenzies to resuscitate
To recapture my lost life in its fullest glory
Hoping to create in imagination..what I lost in reality