Ayadh Farooq Dubai, U.A.E.

I have been writing poetry since I was ten years old, I am an officer at a local bank and work as a photographer in the evenings, I have had my poetry published in local newspapers and by The National Library of Poetry. At this moment I am in the process of having my book,"Eternal Life", published. I believe in "Life is living in its fullest sense and not merely existing". I would like to welcome visitors to my homepage located at the following URL: http://valhallagraphics.con/mccurdy.

Memory Tears keep flowing down my cheek Large droplets and they disappear Under my chin and forever gone like my own life and time... Then one such droplet lingers on so stubborn not willing to let go Like a memory in my mind destined to remain forever The mordant taste of the saline albeit in unpleasant moments feels so sweet While pain remains it brings more reminiscences of good times a respite; although brief in the sadness of one's life

Rage Bottled up inside the shadows of death deep within all at once; to break out Knowing no limitations, no boundaries. Life; formidable experiences seen through weary eyes castigated and chastised left reflecting and contemplating Now dormant; a rude awakening Knowing no limitations no boundaries Dejected mind ar unease tough; a man's rage weighing event after event The explosion tearing apart a dream Knowing no perimeters no boundaries

SOLACE I look towards her and she starts to cry Tears run down her cheeks and vanish She turns to me for solace, I can offer her none, I say, pray to the Lord, and have patience I know now she has her doubts, but she waits She has been taught to believe she has patience For she sees no way other, so she prays silently She hopes for miracles, but there are none I realize she is susceptible, so unsure of herself Should I take advantage I now ponder I could shatter her beliefs show her the truth My truth. The way I look at life, My way. I am not what it may seem just a realist I see life as life should be, not as is For I feel truth has been distorted, to suit people And I have found it, discovered the right path But then who am I, to bring about this irreverence? I am just a mere being amongst hundreds Why should I be the one chosen to lead To disclose to people when they prefer blindness. So I turn away from her, and she stares on She feels I too have left her in her time of need She is left speechless, only her eyes speak Alone and lonely, the way of this world. I feel I have let her down very badly But I did what I thought best, I am no prophet If I was to create this world it would be unlike But then there'd be no world, and where would I be?

All poems Copyright © 1997 Ayadh Farooq. All rights reserved.