The road on which I walk
Is seemingly even and straight
Sometimes a crossing comes up
But it’s always fairly safe

Those that encounter windings
Holes and sideway haunts
Luring the wary of mind
With body towards the unknown

It is those that tell tales of
Strange new worlds and creatures
We listen and imagine sometimes
Long for an adventure or two

But the day rarely comes
That we the ones bound to home
And hearth set out to search
For the weird, ways and windings

The unknown is not to be seen
By all who walk this earth
Only the ones blessed perhaps
With strength and courage endure

It’s their role in the ways
Of world and heart to bring
Tidings to the rest of the folk
Not so eager to walk beyond

(Arifa Isabel - March 2005)


Sunflowers on the wall
Snow, cold outside
Hot cup of tea in my hands
Paper piled up around
All calling for attention
All fits into my life
Just the usual things...
But thoughts wander
Something's different
And I wonder when
Was the last time
That I saw him...
And why... he died yesterday.

(Arifa Isabel - March 2005)

When Leaves Fall

A single red flower
In the snow
Lively flocks of birds
Still around
They sit on the gates
At times
And watch the humans
Rush by
Never seeing the icy
In the quiet water

Nature’s confusion
When the leaves fall
On the carpet of gold
When beauty and life have 
Likewise my spirit 
All deprived 
In a way
Of knowledge
Like winter’s grasp

Here and now
All turns to 
And all left seen through 
A haze I watch 
The leaf lose
Its insignificant life
In a slight breeze
Then lost
Within existence

The red flower withers
More night
Of dreams and frost
And soon it will be 
Dead forever…

(Arifa Isabel - March 2005)

A Glance…

Density in fire abides
Like heat in the ice on 
The surface of the lake
Snow melts away, always
In my hands
Like time, always
Slips by unnoticed

Little white flowers grow
In the spaces between tiles of
The back garden terrace
Snow falls softly
A soft white layer forms
On the branch
Beside my window

The scent of spring and still
Cold air hurts my skin
The tree cut down
During its winter regression
Newspaper tells of
Needless suffering… and stardom
Images grind into my mind

It makes me sick, dizzy
Try not to read anymore
Everyone arguing everywhere
I block out everything
Except there’s a note, and another
They’ll remind me, ever
Of blue and yellow

And strength within
The snow feels good
Pure like strange new love
Or new vistas
Internal, in landscape or dream
The painting on the wall
Stares back at me

(Arifa Isabel - February 2005)

My Angel

Sitting by the seaside
I see my feelings on the waves
Loneliness stings my eyes
Like the salt in the air
Never future, never past
Just this moment is my everything
This is my life, cherished and dear

Your heart is mine
Always will be yet you’re there
Mine is yours forever silently
My angel my dearest death

No words no thoughts no regrets
This is it, this was my life
Happiness a rule to live by
Eternity like this is destiny
Never future, never past
Just this moment in my heart
This was my life, my everything

My mind is still, content
Just water in a pond, motionless
Dearest angel, flying to death
Residing in my soul, your soul

When all that remains
Is our path through the darkness
Leading to our dawn
Of reckoning…
Never future, never past
Just this moment in my mind
This is my life, my heart.

(Arifa Isabel - January 2005)