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This small book renders the forays of the human heart into poetic journeys. The journeys of a serious man who has dedicated his life to help humanity, and the distractions of love that come his way. The poems reveal the wanderings of the heart in an open and honest manner. The writer is not speaking, it is his emotions, his trapped heart as it struggles to find requital for the offerings it makes and then as it struggles to heal.

Humorous at times, the soul searching in these poems also brings to us our own similar experiences, in many sections, you will feel that the author is describing your own emotions as he articulates the "love" experience that we all go through from time to time.

Keysar Trad is one of Australia's best known figures.

Trad has been a spokesman on issues relating to Islam and the Muslim community for more than 20 years. In the process he has given thousands of interviews and numerous background briefings to media and other organisations.

For nearly two decades, he delivered numerous cultural and religious briefings to community groups, churches, government and quasi-government bodies. He has also been a regular speaker at various events including peace and human rights rallies and gatherings.

Trad has shared platforms with highly accomplished Muslim and non Muslim speakers dealing with both religious and political issues.

Trad has translated several books about Islam and written and translated numerous articles on issues pertaining to Islam. His writings include essays on the common grounds between Islam and other faiths.

He is the founder of the Sydney based Islamic Friendship Association of Australia.

Forays of the Heart is Keysar Trad's first book of poetry

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Vie de famille

Relations familiales

Oceanian

Australian

Poetry

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Publié par	eBookIt.com
Date de parution	22 mars 2013
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781456615390
Langue	English

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Forays of the Heart

by
Keysar Trad

A Sense of Place Publishing 2013

Copyright 2013 Keysar Trad,
All rights reserved.

ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-1539-0

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.
INTRODUCTION
How It All Starts
The best way to explain these poems is to say that they reflect a chase for an ideal that is just beyond reach. This is not because it is not there, but rather, because the parameters change along the journey to see if what is there meets the criteria for the ideal.

In this journey, I found my heart mellowing and mellowing to the point that it looks to envelope the world with nothing but love and compassion.

I am grateful to the individuals who triggered these words and to the family that put up with me as I traversed this difficult journey, especially my wife who saw me mellow with all these experiences. The journey was a Series of slides into a number of recesses, perhaps even into an abyss or two.

Naturally, the journey is never all pain, it is a combination of torment and hope, one moment, you feel buoyed, the next you feel anxious and agitated that the reaction is not what you had hoped.

Every time I would reflect on the pain, I find that an important milestone has been reached, a treasure has been discovered and a realisation that “we grow with every pain” as I have written in a poem that belongs in a different collection, perhaps in another book.

These words and their underlying emotions emanated during times of pressure, pressure to do more to help my fellow human beings as I explain in the various sections. The experiences leading to the poems might appear like escapades, certainly, there is an element of escape, but there are also raw emotions that sought to be unleashed to help make a little more sense of our purpose in this worldly life.

It all starts with a dream, a dream that a single individual can do something to help save the world. Fittingly, the first poem I offer was a real dream, a dream that a mellow heart would chase again and again as you will see.

I pray that you find them enjoyable and enriching.

Keysar Trad
Sydney, Australia
SECTION ONE
Looking For A Princess
When I lay my head down,
after I finish my pillow prayer:
I hope for some princess to whisk me away.
She rarely comes; I don't know why,
except for a few moments
in the afternoon of the yester;
she kissed me, just ever so briefly,
a gentle dry kiss, just below my lips,
in that soft spot that young women ignore,
just below my lips.
Then with utter disappointment,
the dream was no more,
after rubbing my shoulders
with hands ever so gentle,
I was awakened; no longer away.
I tried to sleep, tried and tried again,
I tried to go into that dream,
that dream to that moment,
just before I was snatched from her embrace.
But it was gone, I could no longer find her address,
I searched again when night came,
I searched again in the mid morning,
I will search again tonight.
Pray tell if you know her address,
I shall be waiting for her gentle embrace.

Her name started with “D”
In writing this book, I preferred to keep the names private, so with an opening letter, it could be one of many names. In fact, as the story unfolded, I realised that these feelings should be shared with a lot more people. I realised that no matter who or what, we need the reassurance that such words give to help us navigate through life's challenging opportunities. It does not matter what your name is or what is the first letter, these poems are for you.

Most of the poems in this section were written in 2011, a time when my heart was with the people of Syria as they struggled for freedom. The world had just witnessed what was then the success of the uprisings in Tunisia and Egypt and was witnessing the progress of the Libyan uprising. In this backdrop, the people of Syria also sought freedom.

Having seen me help members of the Australian Libyan community, a number of Australian Syrians asked me to assist. In the middle of this assistance, as some of our projects succeeded and others stalled, a stranger walks into my life looking for solace from a distance. It all happened through the all too familiar backlit screens that are associated with the personal computers, laptops, tablets and smart-phones that have overtaken today’s world.

As I reached out to help another nation, a solitary person demanded that I stop and take notice of her needs.

Then I Saw Her Picture 1
A tearful image beckoned my soul!
Torment stole her beautiful smile.
Another image, a sorrow weighted brow,
I will lighten your load, I am with you now,
I have received your heart's cry.
A call no distance could obstruct;
no time barrier, no obstacle, no challenge.
Nothing can deter me from aiding a friend,
God's love brings me to lend a hand.
My sweet friend fear not this pain,
I am with you, it will not be the same.
You face not those dark clouds alone,
I will lift you above them, grab my hand,
I will subdue them where I stand,
I will tame them no matter how grand.
No cloud can withstand the will of a friend.
My dear sweet friend whose secrets I keep
and whose name I will not reveal;
borrowing a line from Juliet of Shakespeare 2 :
A beautiful rose by any which name
will always be a rose just the same.
Worry not with life's games,
they are here to entertain
as they help you grow and stamp your mark.
This is your life; you are its star!
Together, we will pass its obstacles,
we can travel together, very far,
into a blissful future,
content and happy with cheerful smiles.

Dangling The Bait
“What is it that captures your heart?”
Casually she started to ask:
“What do you see or look for in her?
How do you want her to come to you?
To see you?
How would you like her to want you?”
Difficult questions, I exclaimed!
No human, forever, fully satisfies another,
though hearts they can captivate,
for a time.
What do I look for? I replied!
A lot! More than any is prepared to give,
I want her, all and every part,
I want her and her heart,
to be faithful to me and He Who created me.
For my Creator, her greater love must be.
Only through God I want her to love me.
Whatever good she finds in me,
whatever attracts her to me,
is from He Who created me.
Only my faults are from me.
She must put God ahead of me,
in that, goodness is found for her and me.
In return, she becomes part of me,
now and forever, throughout eternity.
Our love profound, makes us one!
This love will everything transcend;
all irritations, all worries, all concerns.
My love returned is not confined,
not just in this material plain.
It will walk with me into my grave
and with me, this love I will resurrect,
to stay forever in every aspect.

Too Late For Caution
Thinking that I could be playful!
Thinking I could hide my fall!
How do I begin my next chat?
Can I hide what my heart will tell?
My dearest friend most sweet,
my heart dancing to her beat,
with not a single step over her feet,
so sweet, I would like to:
what rhymes for the end of that line?
I cannot think of the word,
so sweet, I would like to:
give her flowers
and chocolates to eat.
That will have to be it,
until we finally meet.

Swallowing The Hook
On my way to the house of God to pray,
I reflected on the previous message I sent,
I realised that I should not have so rushed.
Thinking about it again,
this is what I would write:
My dearest friend most sweet
whom I would very much like to meet 3 ,
or share in anything beautiful and sweet,
on condition that some rhyme will keep:
Never worry or despair,
even if ideally one is but a fifth of a pair.
Whatever mood you have,
whatever pain you feel,
I am here, my love is real.
Our friendship destined from days of old,
our souls inexplicably met,
you, I can never forget.
Until we talk again,
I leave you with love most pure.
Forever your friend,
a friendship no distance can endure,
it will disappear as will land and space.
No created obstacle can match our pace.
For us, land and time will fold,
so that our friendship,
together, will grow; never weary nor old,