Maktoum dreamt it
Skyline reaching the clouds
from grains of sand
to the lands of dreams.
it stands tall
reflecting the lights of the skyscrapers
the gem of the Gulf
sparkling in between the sand and the sea.
Sipping Karak in Royal Albert teacups,
it’s never too hot to drink tea with air-conditioned tiles,
cooling your mind, body and soul,
Sipping Dom Perignon
Twenty-four carat gold
Those who brunch.
Imported Balik Salmon, duck eggs,
creme Fraiche, Brioche.
Mimosa wouldn’t go amiss.
Overlooking the Porches, the Ferraris, Royals Royce
the Saudis in their Audis.
In the midst of the glittery and dazzling skyscrapers
I see the Burj Al Arab and the Atlantis,
the Arabian Prince and Princess,
the fashionistas and the entrepreneurs,
I hop into the Lambo
I can feel the heat of the engine,
blasting music to my ears!
Wow! Easy on the eye
my heart is racing
blood pressure rising
damn, this joy and sight
Is this a desert?
It really must be the land of dreams.
I hop out.
In between the constructed empire
owned and titled by the upper
the Royals, the sheikhs,
I suddenly found myself
standing in the crowd
with the everyday folk.
I can feel my heartbeat slow down
I can feel the sweat building up,
as I take a look around
everything looks… So real.
I have travelled back in time.
The aroma of the oud
the rosewater, smell of cumin, saffron, paprika.
The clear crystal turquoise water,
The antique ships.
The coral and the limestone buildings,
the wooden archways.
I am surrounded by mother nature,
craftsmen, the artists and the grafters.
Here lie the hands of the dream makers,
the people of Philippines and Asia,
the labourers, the migrants
and the expats.
Here walk the feet of the overworked
I feel no adrenaline
nor any rush,
everything feels so hush.
I am not in a prayer
nor am I meditating,
it is not even yoga or tai chi
but right here right now
I think I may know what bliss is.
I leave heavy-hearted,
With the memories of the window shoppers
the despair and amazement on their face.
Seeing the beauty of what they created with their hands
So out of reach, all they can do is capture the moment with their eyes.
I feel my heart breaking watching the labourers grind in the burning air,
But this pen and paper don’t do any justice.
Falling in love with the emirate,
But why does it suddenly feel like I never knew you?
You mask yourself away like spider man,
Hidden with power
world screaming in awe, praise,
When you unmask, I wish you never revealed yourself to me.