Tuesday, 21 June 2011


"The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along." - Jalal-Uddin Rumi (1207-1273) Turkish Sufi Mystic Poet

Since I was twelve years old or so,
I prayed for you
but I think that I already decided on you before,
I thistled on you with different tools.

How there was magic in Bollywood,
and the way I repulsed myself against skinny,
or felt akin to Indians,
and yet felt like I was raised a little like a Malay.

I could not explain everything that happened,
but I defended when others looked,
prodded, discouraged, dismissed or belittled,
To me, everything looked good.

So without realising it, I searched for you because
I had been working on you for my entire life,
I believed without a cause in my cause,
I kept chipping and chipping away with hammer and knife.

I never knew what you looked like,
But inside of me must have already known,
You look a lot like my wife,
Somebody who feels like from my own bone.

I now listen to the words of love songs
because I finally understand what they sing about
All comics, legends, stories and songs-
It was you they were talking about.

It was you that I loved before I met you,
It was you who was inside of me for my entire life,
I was led through so much and back to find you,
And as it turns out, you were only just my life.

Thank you.