Odyssey of Love - By Tariq Ansaar Aquil

ODYSSEY OF LOVE

 By: Tariq Ansaar Aquil







Now that I’ve found that things that I wanted in life were not really real
And the things that are lasting – the things that have value
The eye cant see you just feel

I’ve been to the healers, the wheelers and dealers
The girls that said they’d love me for life
They never changed things it happen when you came
You change the course of my life

I’ve faced indecision, exotic religions
Sorrow that few could survive
Although it pained me – somehow it trained me
Slowly it opened my eyes

Wherever life plants you
Lets it enhance you
Take root or you’ll wither away

The darker the night
The brighter the light
When you finally reach your new day

I believe true love has finally found its way into my world
And my fantasy has come true for me on this odyssey of love.

THIS OLD FLOOR - By Tariq Ansaar Aquil

THIS OLD FLOOR
–By-
Tariq Ansaar Aquil

Open the door to the room. It's empty! Does it surprise you that there is nothing there? Is it better or worse because of its lack of furnishings? Because of the bareness of its walls, its floor? Does its hard wood floor beckon you or does it repulse you for all its oldness, its reminiscence of times long past, its un-usualness with modern textures and constructions?
Are you angry because you were there when it was danced upon as a grand floor, run upon by children chasing themselves?
Look how that old floor stands alone, not even the food that once spilled from your hands has left a stain look closer there is not a trace of the foot prints that the feet of a dozen or more made as they sought the comfort of the rooms that criss-crossed and connected this grand floor.
There is dust in the corners of the room; dust that gives a thin-coated luster to the floor, yet the floor stands alone, as if the dust were a badge of its valor and not a detractor from its grandness. And yet for all of its oldness, this floor is strong and safe.
As you stand upon it there is a feeling of security radiating up through the beams that form its interconnecting planks and a sense of pride comes from knowing that years from this time this floor will stand, strong dignified and securing to those that grace it.

No one may ever raise a flag to the memory of this old floor, nor would it be beyond reasoning that this floor would go unsung for all its pleasures and delights, but for you, perhaps this floor will hold the memories of a life time, memories that are so entwined with this grand floor that its place is engraved in the annals of time.
For your mind is the bearer of those things of which eternity is made And this support, this platform, this upholder of you and all that was good and true in those times that have fled into corners covered with dust also; this floor will always be all that and more for those who knew it well!

EXTRAORDINARY GIRL (c) 1980 Tariq Ansaar Aquil

You’re not an ordinary girl
You’ve got extraordinary features
And your mind is so advanced
I could tell it at a glance

I can’t find the words to say
How you move me in your simple
Oh my God but Special way
More and more each day I find that
Through you girl
Mines an extraordinary world

Yours ain’t an ordinary life
But you seem to cope well
With all the pressure stress and strive
And through it all you find a way
To smile instead of frown
It’s an extraordinary world when you’re around

You’ve become my sunlight
Our future is oh so bright
With you life’s so worthwhile
And with all that I get your smile

I’d be lost if not for you
And the small but so important little
Simple things you do
Girl you pull me through
You were born to shine it's true
It’s an extraordinary world
Because of you

VICTORIOUS - By Tariq Ansaar Aquil

By

Tariq Ansaar Aquil





It can happen in your life before you realize
That you’ve stopped telling the truth
You’re only telling lies

Your friends don’t trust you
You can’t even trust yourself
Your in poverty you’ve squandered all your wealth

Yours is a rags to riches story but it’s in reverse
People say you're doing bad you know it’s really worse
some say its bad luck but you know luck is not involved
It’s the problem in your soul that you refuse to solve

And you’re trying to fight the feeling to surrender heart and soul
To a chemical dependency killing by remote control
Don’t give up you know in God we can all trust
You can be victorious

There’s a reason for the madness
A reason for your sadness
The problem and the answer are in you

You should worry in a hurry
Before the Author ends your story
In your heart you know what you must do

And you’re trying to fight the feeling to surrender heart and soul
To a chemical dependency killing by remote control
Don’t give up you know in God we can all trust
You can be victorious

SPEAK OUT! - By Tariq Ansaar Aquil

By

Tariq Ansaar Aquil



You’ve been betrayed at such a tender age
Confusing thoughts fill your head
Sometimes you wish that you were dead

It’s not your fault and I think you ought to be heard
just say the words - Speak Out!

No one has the right to make you fight the ones you love
Or love the ones nature never intended
It’s wrong to be touched and told to keep it secret
Speak Out – its time the secrets ended.

The shame is there’s not yours
You will survive and rise above this
The wounds will heal the scares will fad away

You can’t keep it inside it hurts your soul and you hate it
It must be freed that’s how you’ll be liberated
Remember it’s not your fault and I think you aught to be heard
So - Speak Out!

NOMADS - By Tariq Ansaar Aquil

There’s a camp fire burning in the desert night
Shadows all around – bodies on the ground
Something not right
A ragging battle went all day
A few children slipped away
The scene is so sad now those children are nothing but nomads

Trace the stars across the sky
Until you reach the building so high
hear the sound of little feet on the New York streets
It’s a game of do or die
And three thousand miles away there more children in L.A.
Each day there’s more and more from sea to shining shore there’s more nomads

Some have fled from bombed out homes
Others ran off on their own
Some from parents that preach
And teachers that don’t teach
Now the streets of life they roam
There’s no parents loving hug
Just the rush they get from drugs
And statistics out today say more are on their way to be nomads
When will our leaders learn that fire burns
Down through generations they’re destroying the nations
When will the air be clean and we have pure streams
And the connection be made between today’s children’s sorrows
And the state of our tomorrows
There’s a camp fire….

And Nothing More - By Tariq Ansaar Aquil

And Nothing More! ©1997

By:
Tariq Ansaar Aquil



I sat beside the ocean shore with just my thoughts and nothing more

Why I sat I can’t explain – I contemplated joy and pain

And then a thought of rare delight became crystal clear and gave me sight

Then it faded or so it seemed and I began to wonder if it was just a dream

A dream I dreamt along the shore – just a dream and nothing more