The Offer of Love

When I had this step after step

Walking across some streets in middle of this earth

Staining my shoes with blood and flesh

Of some men, women and children

The walk took me to the other side of walls

Full of sunshine and sea

Full of fresh air and sands

The waters liked me like a brother

And the sky took me into its arms like a mother 

I wish I were alive to tell the story of this war

To my children and tell them how greed we were

For faiths that’s foolish and for oils that’s nothing

I wish I were with them playing on the marsh of Keywest and Louisiana

I wish I were a family back

Never being patriotic to hell and ruthless to pain

Never being apathetic to a son crying at his father dying

In my hands, in my eyes.

Now this sea and sunshine

And this air and sands

Took me where I belong 

A memory of love and lost.

-Aroon Che

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Wild Eye

I was roaring with pain

At those shadows surrounding me

In the middle of this jungle

Below the blue sky

I was struck with a harpoon

Of truth and diligence

Stuck deep into my skin

Into the flesh, blood and bones

The shadows smiled all the way

Looking at me die under the sky

In the darkness of woods

And in the middle of gods

I was roaring aloud

For someone on the other side

To show them everything is fine

With everything that’s not fine

The shadows were of my friends and relations

Of my wife and children

Of this whole bunch of societies

Made of traditional sin

I do not regret what I am now

For what I do not want to be, makes me smile

Though it pains all the way

To where I am now

On death bed with kith and kin around

Looking at me harvesting my mind

It takes a lot for a man to die

And lay life for himself

For the truth he believes in

For the ways he walk on

Its takes immense valor to love thyself

More than to hate others

I did so

I tried to be so

And I die now

In the presence of these wild eyes

Though they love me

They want me to die

For I love myself more

Than they could hate anything else

I will still be me

In these last hours

And wait for the blood to drain off my veins

Filling them with emptiness

Filling them with benevolence

Filling them with my dreams

For I will rise back to a new shape

On a new road

With new freedom all around.

-Aroon Che

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Night Sky

Something's out there And our eyes don't find them Not because of the light around But because of darkness inside us Something's out there shining Bright than we thought it would Lame as us and limping all the way It passed by greeting us on its way To top out there, far from for our reach. As years go by, as we wait for them to return We grow old and frightened Of losing our old friends forever. They are shining our there But we don't see them, for some reason, We don't remember their faces Long ago when they passed by us, We looked at them as mindless As we accepted our lives the way they are given to us. We worried for instant fame and money Until they came to us and had our tea and bread Giving nothing but an advice to move ahead None of us heard it right but bid them a good bye To their, what we thought, insane walk up to that blue sky Now I stand out there with my grandson this night Looking at the sky black but with shining moles To greet them like I do every other night Now that my age is no more I want this poem walk pages And tell the story of my missing tour To everyone sugarcoating their laziness.

-Aroon Che

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Disappeared

Long before when the winds knew
To blow the dirt on tombs
And long before when the waters knew
To wipe the tears off the wrinkled cheeks
There was a story of despair and Struggle
To crack the walls of separation and hate
There was this dream for every eye to look beyond sight
And wander into the depth of this mystic feeling
Hand in hand with a mind that loves every other mind.
Long before the time has come up to shape
And destiny started to grow the gap
These two minds lived in every moment, every street and in everywhere.
There was no end , they thought
But now they were lost and disappeared
In these woods of lust and material.

Aroon Che

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Paradise

On these hills of dead flowers
Piled up for years by the gardeners
The waters flow from
Onto the ground below.
No one know where they are from
The flowers are from the gardens around
But where are the waters from?
Asked everyone to each others
The gardening was good and the land is fertile
The sun shone well and the leaves grew green all the while
But how do these flowers be born dead
With a lot of life around?
Asked everyone to self and each other.
And when the little boy from the crowd
Walked in and climbed the hill of dead flowers
And with his little thumb on the water spring
He closed it and the water stopped.
He smiled as everyone looked at the flowers
Coming back to life.

-Aroon Che

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