25
Sep
07

Ahem, Lets Make Believe

As such, after much thought, I decided to showcase few poems of my friend, literary mentor and prolifically Creative soul Max Babi, who gave his kind consent.

This poem has the potential to rekindle the spirit of auguries of innocence, the sense of wonder, the faith that some one is there to make our lives beautiful. one has to give, in order the experience this beauty.

Ahem, Lets Make Believe…

Lets make believe.
You be the lost princess
lolling on a deserted beach
I’ll be a wayward angel,
fallen but upright.

I’ll name the stars for you
I’ll make the coy breeze
whisper warm lullabyes in your ears
I’ll turn the droll sand into gold dust
I’ll make the sunset
soft for your tired eyes
I’ll bid the crazy moon
to cast its ageless spell
I’ll order the ocean
to quieten its troubled rumbles
and obediently wash your feet….

When you’re in a trance
with my words drumming
hypnotic rhythms,
I’ll drink in the whole scene
and fly away like a knowing blackbird
strangely fulfilled.

(c) Max Babi, 073106

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8 Responses to “Ahem, Lets Make Believe”


  1. 1 Sujit
    September 25, 2007 at 10:29 pm

    Beautiful poem

  2. 2 Entropy
    September 26, 2007 at 9:57 am

    Hello !Sujit

    Thanks for reading and posting a comment..

  3. 3 Nimesh Dadia
    September 28, 2007 at 11:04 am

    Dear Lao Aju

    It was a beauitufl poem and it will be a beauitful poem. The last two lines still have this resonating mystery clouded around them.

    Why, How,How come and where it comes from is truly surreal genius of the poet.

    Xiao Nimesh

  4. November 8, 2008 at 2:06 am

    Ahem, Lets Make Believe has such elegance and romance,
    yet spirtually mysterious references,enough to make the reader swoon.
    I believe Max is the wayward angel when it comes to poetry.

  5. November 8, 2008 at 2:45 am

    lovely with a touch of the shaman. i actually have the sound of the ocean lingering in my ears! the image of the black bird rising from the scene is classic; max babi could indeed play that bird with the depth and breadth of his reach.

    thank you to the blogger for the gather link as well. now i can read more of max, including his poems originally written in urdu. what a thrill! i’ll be busy for days.

    lovingly, ~lt

  6. 6 Laura
    November 8, 2008 at 4:13 am

    Stunning poem, bursting with soul and spirit activations that reflect on perceptual
    and inspirational co-creation through the honoring of equanimity in the dialog of gifting and reeceiving. Just wondrous fare where all hungers are sated.

  7. November 8, 2008 at 7:53 am

    Maxiii….this is like a pink n orange sunset – gasp worthy.

    help me find such an angel?

  8. 8 Shabnam
    November 9, 2008 at 2:22 pm

    FANTABULOUS MAX!!!!

    THANKS FOR SHARING 🙂


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