Dreams

Dream of the Devil tonight,

dream of me while you sleep.

Dreams filled with pain and hate,

because what you sow you will reap.

The darkness of the night,

will be broken by your screams.

And yet you will not wake;

forever stuck in the land of dreams.

I will show you my sanctuary,

the land everyone calls Hell.

Into which you are worthy of entering,

after the ringing of your death bell.

I want to terrify you,

and in your heart put dread.

I want you to call out to God,

while you lie asleep in bed.

But call out all you want,

because now it's already too late.

You have sinned endlessly,

and are almost at Hell's gate.

Pages Of Time - Remember Me

Remember Me..

Forget the rich;the famous,
just remember me when i'm gone.
Because my name will go down in history,
and forever my legacy will live on.

It was foretold that soon a day will come,
when the hope of mankind will be born.
The day of the prophecy has long since passed,
yet the world awaits deserted and forlorn.

Many years of my life pass me by,
still i remain oblivious of the role I am to play.
The role to control the world and help mankind,
through it wars, poverty and disarray.

Till then i just want to say,
remember me when i'm gone.
Because my name will go down in history,
and forever my legacy will live on.

Pages Of Time - Tears

My eyelids flutter while i sleep,
And i start to mutter words unknown.
Images flash through my unconcious mind;
Trapped in the world of dreams all alone.

I begin to come back to reality,
As the dream becomes too much to take.
My eyes open to the merciless world;
Where all sympathy received is fake.

Now even though i am wide awake,
Images from the dream still play on in my head.
Tears start to flow down the side of my face,
And onto my sheet as I lie in bed.

All the tears slide down my cheek,
Forever gone like my time and life.
They abandon me like everyone else,
Leaving me alone at this moment of strife.

Only one drop of tear remains,
Clinging onto my face and not letting go.
Just like the memories in my mind,
Destined to remain forever till I am no more.

The salty taste of the teardrops,
Comes because of unpleasant memories.
But sometimes it brings with it a sweetness,
In remembrance of good times and stories.

The teardrop washes away the sadness,
And helps me cleanse my soul.
Leaving behind only happy memories,
And allowing me again to feel whole.

Farhan Rehman

Copyright ©2005 Farhan Rehman

PS: I had a little help here.. I found a poem in a book that I was going through.. Not this poem.. Rather a shorter and more concise version..and obviously I liked it..
However, the poem did not have any rhyme sequemce and it only consisted of a few lines..therefore i actually ended up changing a lot of it..
I dont know if that would come under plagiarism..or if it would come under para phrasing :p

PaGeS oF TiMe - AND I (POEM 3/3)

the walls start to close in..
sealing out the sun..
leaving me in a black void..
a reminder of what i've done..

lost in the recesses of darkness..
my mind becomes numb with pain..
the emptiness brings back the memories..
and the past rushes back again..

many thoughts of my loneliness..
start to well up within..
bringing back what i tried to forget..
making me recall my every sin..

left with no room to breath..
i struggle for air..
left all alone to die..
no one seems to care..

Farhan Rehman

Copyright ©2004 Farhan Rehman

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This is PART 3 of the "Me, Myself & I" series..The complete series has been added by me to my blog..so nothing else left for me to do..Enjoy!
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PaGeS oF TiMe - MYSELF..!! (POEM 2/3)

my life seeps through my fingers..
as i try to stop the flow..
i lose to my destiny..
nowhere left to go..

my fear becomes my fate..
turning the reality into dreams..
now anything is possible..
because nothing is what it seems..

the past promises to haunt me..
till the end of my days..
my future starts to darken..
at the vanishing of the suns rays..

still i see a silver lining..
in the cloud of my life..
allowing me to once again stand up..
and do away with the misery and strife..

Farhan Rehman

Copyright ©2004 Farhan Rehman

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This is the second poem in the "Me, Myself & I" series..Now the last poem in the series, i.e. "And I", is left to be added to the blog..so keep checking this space for updates..
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PaGeS oF TiMe - ME..!! (POEM 1/3)

theres a little voice inside me..
a voice crying to be let out..
to be set free from this prison..
to be allowed to scream and shout..

i have a desire..
to forget all my fears..
to never cry again..
and never let loose my tears..

i want to forget all my memories..
i need to let go of all my pain..
forget the past and the present..
with nothing left to explain..

i want to wake up tomorrow..
a completely new soul..
free from all sin and guilt..
finally i can achieve my goal..

Farhan Rehman

Copyright ©2004 Farhan Rehman

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This is the first poem in the "Me, Myself & I" series..I know that it's an overused name, but this is the best I could come up with at the time..As is obvious, the name of this blog is 2 lazy 2 think..
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UnTiTLED

the sky starts to darken..
as the night creeps in..
the spirit world awakens..
to murder and sin..

there is only one who can control them..
the one who has power over them all..
hes known as the prince of darkness..
for all to remember and recall..

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This is another poem that was abandoned half way through by me because I got writer's block..Or that is what i think it might have been..But it's been quite some time since i stopped, so i shall have to start again soon..

Pages Of Time - The Aftermath


hate exists no more..
love reigns supreme..
i come back to reality..
it was all a dream..

the world is once again bathed in blood..
the inhabitants soaked till their souls..
the people are at war again..
innocents riddled with bullets and holes..

the homeless walk the streets..
forced to beg for their bread..
accompanied by orphans and widows..
and a million of the undead..

the war wages on..
for the ownership of this barren land..
with it comes the corpses of millions..
their blood one with the sand..

Farhan Rehman

Copyright ©2004 Farhan Rehman

Pages Of Time - in the end..

i take a blade..
and cut my vein..
the blood starts to flow..
taking with it my pain..

my past flashes before my eyes..
as i fall down onto my knee..
my vision starts to blur..
no one around to hear my plea..

the blood forms a puddle..
as it continues to flow..
my strength leaves me..
just like everyone i know..

i lose consciousness..
and a feeling of peace washes over me..
floating between the 2 worlds...
now forever i shall be free..

Farhan Rehman

Copyright ©2004 Farhan Rehman

This is one of my more "suicidal" type of poems, for want of a better word..Although this does not mean that i'm depressed and/or I am going to kill myself..
I just consider this entertainment, and i suggest that you take it as that as well :p

pAges Of TIMe - ReSPECt FOr THe DeAD

Respect for the dead

the moonlight casts a shadow of the tree on her..
where she sits writing down her memories..
putting her anger and pain into words..
turning all her anguish into stories..

the wind blows in her hair..
as her tears stain the page..
she caresses the damp paper..
trying to control her increasing rage..

Her tears continue to fall,
mixing with the dirt.
A part of her falling onto the soil,
becoming one with the earth.

She brushes away her straying hair,
as it attempts to cover her eyes.
She continues writing to her loved ones;
her last goodbyes.

She finishes and gets up,
wiping the sand off her dress.
The urge to kill herself wells up within her;
it's a feeling she cannot suppress.

She walks towards the old well,
and it is time for it all to end.
She jumps into the dark hole,
her life on God will now depend.

The moment has passed,
her soul has left this world and fled.
Everything stands still for a second,
in respect for the dead.

Farhan Rehman

Copyright ©2004 Farhan Rehman

FReeDOMMm! LoL!

what would it feel like to be an eagle..
flying free in the open air..
preying on smaller creatures..
left with no worries and no care..

what would it feel like to be a lion..
my body flying over the sand..
running free in the jungle..
an unleashed terror on land..

what would it feel like to be a shark..
cutting through the water like a spear..
searching for meat and the scent of blood..
and killing anyone who comes near..

what if one of these wishes came true..
but only if i were to die..
then id get the chance to be free..
my chance to touch the sky..

Farhan Rehman

Copyright ©2004 Farhan Rehman


HAHA..Honestly, this poem reminds of those poems that 5th graders write..fly little birdy fly..etc etc..Ah well...The idea was there, and I penned it down..

iNCOMPLETe!

the easterly winds bring unease into the village..
turning the place into a ghost town after the hour of nine..
the residents of each house huddle in one room..
at the coming of terrors first sign..

faceless bandits move freely through the unkempt streets..
using every ounce that they possess of stealth..
stealing from both the rich and the poor..
bit by bit acquiring more wealth..

This is a poem that I started while I was on vacation, for want of a better word, in India, and there were a band of thiefs who used to rob houses at night in my village..
I started it ages ago, but I still havn't completed it.. Ah well..! :p

My Sacrifice..

i take a deep breath..
a taste of mortal life..
full of misery and despair..
full of darkness and strife..

is this what i gave my kingdom up for..
my sacred domain down under..
my rightful place above and below all earth..
by doing that i made a huge blunder..

my immortality taken away..
just for the love of a woman..
my powers cease to exist..
all because of a mere human..

my want to lead astray..
my desire to kill..
all vanish like the setting sun..
against my weakening will..

i was the prince of darkness..
the reason for all the sin..
the one and only devil..
now left only with memories within..

Farhan Rehman

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Not exactly a great effort..one of my first poems..Although I have evolved as a writer..But this poem makes me feel stupid :p