Describe this Music

dont ask me to describe this music,
this music can speak for itself.
it is something listening to which,
all you can say is aafreen aafreen...
oh and still you wont be able to,
describe what you feel... oh wait,
i hear some people say Mashallah!
but this music is even beyond that,
so come my friend, have a seat...
let me light a hookah for you...
and you could listen this music speak the truth

My First Journey From Home to Home

one day i left home,
it was the first day i left home.
i didn't know what to expect,
but started walking...

i started walking and looking around,
looking around at things i hadn't ever seen,
went to place I had never been...

a few miles from home i met a small boy,
the boy smiling looking at his toy,
his mother, smiling looking at her boy...
I thought maybe this is the world,
a mother and her son. happy. yes this is the world.

then i took a right turn and saw another boy,
a boy crying and shouting at his mother,
why did you get me a sports car in red,
take it back! i want it in black...

i wanted to go back to the road i was walking on before,
but decided to walk ahead, perhaps take a left...
just when i took a left, i saw a mp3 player,
i picked it up and picked a pair of earphones,
not far, just half a mile ahead...
i played the first song and saw what i hadn't ever seen,
i felt what i hadn't ever felt, heard what i never heard...

i started dancing in the middle of the road,
that dance then soon turned into a trance,
and i was soon dancing with the dervishes in Istanbul.

Dancing with them, i don't know what turns i took,
what roads we walked on, but i don't regret it,
because what i saw with my eyes closed,
would never be able to see with my eyes open...

but when i eventually opened my eyes,
i found myself back outside my home...
this time when i enter my home, i know,
i ve learnt of things earlier unknown,
with this world, little by little i have grown.
now when i go back inside, i will be different,
but i still walk in, walk in to soon,
really soon, leave home again...

Birds of a feather

i looked around here,
there, everywhere in this world.
no where could i find peace.

till i found a piece,
a piece of our long forgotten memory.
oh the happiness and joy it got to me.

i was hoping somehow you could see this.
but you being more than a thousand miles away,
wouldn't even ever know of the presence of this thought.

we, if i may still call you my friend, haven't talked.
we haven't talked for so long, that this time gone,
seems like the time between two different births.

one birth when we were together,
when i thought i could ask,
if this together could be forever.
now forever, we will never be together.
but maybe in a parallel universe,
or somewhere, we are still with each other,
creating the story i had once imagined.

i hope, or i think one day,
eventhough we may have gone astray,
this world will make us meet again,
and this long, perhaps one sided pain,
will become a source of this rain,
this rain in which we will dance together,
and who knows maybe forever,
we could be birds of a feather...

Your world, my land

i always dreamed of living in this land,
this land i knew existed.

but then the world i am in,
to such a tune it sings,
one that i am still not able to understand,
and i think if the land,
the land where you come from,
if that is the real world.
the world i truly belong to?

i want to dive in to it,
and experience the waters,
standing on the ledge i look back,
if i jump into the water,
i know i wont be able to come out ever,
it seems like a place where i could just, be.

then i think of the world i am in,
i know it a little better,
but i dont want to go back to my world.
i guess i ll stay on the ledge,
till a mermaid from your land pulls me in,
or the wind pushes me back to the world i am in.

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