ABDUL MALIK MANDANI - POEMS

Abdul Malik Mandani
A printer by profession, a poet by passion. 
He’s been writing poetry since high school. His poems have appeared in The Quest magazine,
Bitterroot, an International Poetry Journal, The Kane County Chronicle newspaper and
The Prairie Light Review, the liberal arts magazine of College of DuPage, IL.
He regularly posts his poems on Allpoetry.com and Poetrysoup.com and participates in their contests. 

​Coming undone 

Hour by hour in the light of day
and all night long
My bruised mind with
horde of thoughts run riot before my eyes
Shadowy phantoms fill my brain
then break loose and
my imagination go haywire
out of control
erratic
confused
disoriented
until my traumatic brain
weary and faint with pain
grows calm
and rewinds the dreams of my youth again
where the memories of good times contain.
 
Yet my grieving heart is powerless to quell
the rigors of life in this world that I dwell
pursued by hate for having loved too well,
I don’t know what this journey will foretell.
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​Let it be, my dear

​My heart was hearty
I held my hopes high
I was geared to go far,
But hit a pothole instead
and got stuck with a flat –
It could have been worse;
 
Let it be, my dear
Fight fate no more.
 
I spread love all around
I smiled and shared my joy
But someone broke my heart,
Slighted me and made me cry –
It could have been worse;
 
Let it be, my dear
Fight fate no more.
 
I had my eyes set on spring,
Clear blue sky and balmy breeze,
But it’s fall – chilly, bare and gray,
and the winter’s waiting in the wings –
It could have been worse;
 
Let it be, my dear
Fight fate no more!
 

​Let Me Be

​Somewhere yonder under a gray sky  
Where no one comes to prowl and pry
Under the cover of deep dire shadows
where nary but a fiercest wind blows,
            Ah yes, there! Life, just let me be
           I’ll lie low alone awhile and see.
 
Unbeknownst to my dauntless demons
My destiny—oh, it beckons and reasons
Not to wander in this deceptive haze
where the mind weaves an endless maze;
        Alas, I have my strayed soul to convoke
       So life, let me be—Pray, do not revoke!
 
 

​Life in Solitude

Every so often
Just as a snake sheds its skin,
I yearn to discard
this garb of social propriety,
To strip away all
the concerns of the world
and roam free in the wilderness.
 
Then to sit all alone
underneath a tree like Buddha,
devoid of all thoughts
devoid of all feelings,
And be one with nature --
         To feel what birds feel,
         To think what trees think
         To grow roots in the soil
         and sway with the winds,
         To glisten with the morning dew
          on every blade of grass
           in a lush meadow,
          To shower with the rains
          on a parched field
          and playfully wash the shores
          with the waves of the sea!
 
 
 
 

​My final fling

​She’s dressed in floral like the spring
that put the spirit of youth in everything
like April showers and sunshine bring
and in starry nights the nightingales sing.
 
Whiffs of scent the breeze thus bring
to hear the brook’s gentle murmuring,
In my wildest ecstasy I dance and swing
as if stung too soon by bee’s sharp sting,
 
While this poet’s feet are tired wandering
after wearisome years of pain and suffering
not knowing what fate in later seasons bring
vainly trying to fly like a kite on the string.
 
At your bidding, My Lady, comes spring
let me delightfully indulge in a final fling
lest my soul fly away like a bird on wing
unfulfilled at heart as dead desires bring.