Harbinger
of erased nation
A death toll
on both sides
leads nowhere as the fear rides
to uneven poll
the clock strikes
unequal death chimes
we surmount
the war crimes
our memory a closed tap
bodies our minds wrap
Live cocoons
shelter vivid thoughts
unwilling
uncaring
we see not what then transpired
as thousands expired
Fed through spoons
weather-beaten words
Flimsy talks
forceful walks
to the other side of hope
a yearning to cope
Warning call
lost time to recall
regret stitched
intimate
within layers of the brain
lesson to retain
The legs pace
unknown surfaces
riddled lanes
absorb pains
of humanity’s disgrace
all blood same red lace
Reading of the poem:
Rapid lips
express moving words
They distill
cryptic notes
as the East gathers the votes
two ways to measure
Flaming ball
scorches offered throat
Time to float
before fall
no capacity to gloat
no drill to recall
Chest pulsates
rhythm silent hum
it creates
mystery
Heart cries above medium
it’s a theory
Elders speak
their voices low, faint
We devour
within hour
the dripping flesh that they paint
Hunger, no restraint
Cardinal
points towards choices
The old fool
rejoices
stumbling in ineptitude
no truth in the drool
Align swift
new paths are tender
They pull us
there yonder
where outreach is in the rift
A new world to lift
Reading of the poem:
"The Voice of the earth" Divine vocals and flute soar above the earth
They offered
a wane chance to go
beyond Time
back before
when the seedlings were no more
and clocks conjured space
They compel
from dark clouds revel
The rain fell
in Bahrain
drawing circles of my pain
tattooed in my wrists
Mind desists
from chance to relive
I forgive
past choices
The soul in me rejoices
in heavens’ voices
Reading of the poem:
Stormy times
The lightning runs free
breaks the tree
slow exchange
From wilderness will to change
rainbows cover me
I give light
A token of peace
within me
reaches out
A stirring fills me throughout
budding gift to flout
Eyelids stir
remembrance of days
when we were
twined relays
My feathers offer solace
I dwell within grace
Reading of the poem:
Snowdrops wilted face
Hidden thoughts of forgiveness
Frostbite a habit
Elongated shades
Lifetimes of togetherness
corpses of morrows
Musketeers battling
My eyelids a moist valley
Future renderings
My mind sits so still
in flutter of a heartbeat
I hear thousand drums
Lilies in the night
sixty-six and six hundred
sacrificed in flight
Bottomless terror
Roots of nothingness prevail
Heart in black to sail
Pantomimes dance wild
I harbour within me child
of golden years dreamt
I scale back horrors
Endings rewind beginnings
Magic soars within
In scent’s memory
I can smell the spring coming
oozing out of trees
Tomorrow’s leaves fly
Crunch of green lift my feet slight
Windows heed doors’ cry
Reading of the poem:
Crescent moon
Glistens on treetops
Blowing winds
Change the skies
Cloudy landscapes meet our eyes
Decanting pearl drops
Humans rise
Multiple tasks shake
Their dark ribs
As they stir
Notions of a foregone Time
While the war bells chime
The ground spills
Red waters that slide
They know not
Colours’ calls
Crimson landscapes cut our falls
To touch, not divide
Reading of the poem:
I had a will to survive
My hands rising in rebellion
I knew that I was alive
For my heart beat in unison
The will in me was so weak
No one can bear witness to this
My tongue cuts me as I speak
The blood of my blood wore such bliss
In vain the pursuit of sense
The pupil my pupil dilates
View of my rivers so dense
Leading mind that flood celebrates
I have a will to survive
The teacher brands me a lesson
Into the essence I dive
Like angels falling from Heaven
Reading of the poem:
Seek me in the rivers that flow stark
I have given in to the tides that all embrace
yielding into the deltas that claim more
that demand from all the very core
I will gaze upon the sun unflinching
the memories of you lying intact
unravelling in a world we never touch
as I watch your dark wings glowing
Laying on a bed of flowers exhaling
scent of jasmine, rose and moonflowers
I am one with my other face hidden
deep into the water it slowly grows
What is you has now become me, us
and what I am I know exists no more
yet I explore the emptiness of your face
translucent, aglow, it escapes physicality
I look beyond the life we never had
beyond stolen instances of nighttime
into the compressed breaths taken
to construe a world beyond the world
We will sing sweet and soft lullabies
to the unborn children we raised
in our mind’s eye they roam playgrounds
sitting in the recesses of my bosom
We keep and weep within my bosom
withered like an old nun’s gait
it speaks of unraveled moments
In Time we will see them flourish
Reading of the poem:
Fed with constant realities
their idle waves of intent
breaking through my fears
I bear fruit to a sullen morrow
I fixate beyond the edge of myself
on the anticipated remembrance
of the snow-white place in me
where I fail to see you no more
Your face grows stark and steady
In a solitary place I keep hidden
between collar bone and chest
bubbling with the residue of unrest
My brain will build tall citadels
where your name will reiterate
like a broken disk hitting my skull
one dull thud after another drops
There are fleeting looks encircled
by the morosity of frozen cheeks
They bask in the sunlit shadows
born to the eye that blinks never
Tomorrow I will bear no weight
Like a maiden before her sunset
I will tear away my shaking limbs
in offering to the beasts that pray
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