Monday, March 14, 2011
Aloha Darkness
Eclipse
the eclipse
the total eclipse
is coming...
Aloha Darkness
How-do-you-do
Tap...
the tapping
and tiptoeing
of the crows
hear them?
The north wind blots out the flame
and the Rain
came
It consumes the fire left within
my fragile walls
Dreams...
My effervescent dreams
They sleep
in sweet oblivion
coated with ice
tenderly covered
with my ever bitter-sweet demise
(sigh)
Hello darkness
I'm home
see my smile?
It beams
in requiem style.
For
a
while
Here i am to stay
with you...
and
the
total
eclipse
came....
Invitation to Hell
| There is a broken metaphor Hanging by the ceiling Scented with a timeless Damned fragrance of paining Screaming in greediness For under the screwing ceiling Is a maiden In towering pain A dark unknown In senseless evanescence Constantly betrayed By the damn metaphoric color... Oh deathless fragrance of hell Lead the blacksmith to the springs Where the tangled strings Of lies playing And nothing I repeat N O T H I N G Can mend Her immense pain. |
The Black Rose
| There is a rose so deep,so dark No glints of light or little spark Nay people lay their eyes on her They misconstrue her limpid care She is a rose on gothic tomb No lifeblood creeps her catacomb The moonbeams wish to give her life But every ray begets a strife There is a dead rose withering Spoiled by winter,putrefying Somehow,somewhere there's poetry That saw her with grim prodigy; A monolith of weird banshees The kinds that stirs the poetess. There is a black rose on the floor Quashed in the darkroom,evermore. |
Thursday, March 10, 2011
A Suicide Note
When night comes along
there starts the menacing song.
The doom looms over me
Their hands
that pricked,
that burnt
the very essence..
of me..
of my feminity..
The wind,
it brought the pain..
the years I've spent
accepting the syringe
filled with the beasts' urine.
The scars,
it brought the charred scent
of cigarettes thrown at my chest...
They molested
the best in me
and killed
my dreams....
Tears emerged from my locked
eyelids
and the heat
I felt it
tracing my veins
to my heart
ran like thin razor blades...
I bleed...
I bleed...
I bled...
for years.
Then came the pictures...
my loving mother...
my father...
my brother...
my sister...
and the time we spent together.
I bleed...
I bleed...
I bled...
the more.
So I took the poison;
my only option
to escape from this prison...
In my all consuming,
self-grieving,
wretchedness.....
I lay
D E A D...
with a note
for my family
saying I was sorry...
I tried to live
but...
I bleed....
I bleed...
I bled...
for years..
I was molested!
This poem, A SUICIDE NOTE was written after i read an article, BANGLADESH -- WOMEN & GIRLS COMMIT SUICIDE TO ESCAPE SEXUAL HARASSMENT "EVE TEASING" that was forwarded by WUNRN. Further information on WUNRN may be found athttp://www.wunrn.com. The article itself may be seen at:
Thursday, March 3, 2011
FOR MY HUSBAND
John
sometimes i wonder
did i ever fail you...
the one i hold so dear?
yes i know i failed to...
express the limits
of my rapturous insanity
to let you know
what consist of my beating heart
is you...
you and you alone
I see
in the night's obscurity...
yearning and obsessed to my touch
you whisper words of such
beguiling and teasing eyes
and oh to my surprise
your lips are inviting
enticing my reasoning
to exceed
its restricted meaning...
my thinking whirling of you
where i caught in between believing
I am awake and just dreaming
again..
my dearest darling
i failed to...
detailed the delight of dreams,
the clearness of calmness
that you're here,
here at my range of sight.
I LOVE YOU.
SHE WAS RAPED
At night, when all she could see
was the strange spectrum of light
the deafening silence brought her to that day...
she did all her might to fight
but then...
she was raped.
None had seen how she kissed...
She bitterly kissed the lips of Lucifer;
two cryptic maniacs oppressed
Her and Her allness
Terrifying visions of her horror
float like slivers of chains
attaching her crimson-stained innocence
The fall of her poor
soul...
The gross piggish crime
committed by the swines
caged her to a place....
the bruises....
The Bruises of Mercy.....
and so i was told
it was a place ...
a place where her screams
unfolded....
inaudibly...
even to the ears of her lame....
lame, weakening will...
My poor beloved Domestic Worker
she travelled the vagaries of bitter,
stinging streams...
health-hazardous dreams...
She stayed that way
for nine months
until the day;
the seed that the swines implanted
in her unready uterus
grew and was ready
to come out and be a part
of the humanity....
She broke her silence....
Help, love and care came
but her pain internally
will never be forgotten...
Always...
it will remain...
in her veins...
in her brain...
At night, when all she could see
was the strange spectrum of light
the deafening silence brought her to that day....
and all she could do
was cry.....
She was raped.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
In the Heart of the Mother of All Scams
THEY, of stammering lips stance...
struggled to meet subservience
on the far side of poverty's dilemma
...see lurid dark in the brightness of the day.
THEY, of little, dried and skinny bodies
hugged the spasm of reality
chained to their feeling of appetency
...yawn feebly to the tail of the day.
THEY, of spirits reside in the crack lands
sought to obtain compliance
in the hands of their authorities, but....
...found atrocious anomalies.
THEM, of polished brains, grew
...the avaricious swines THEY turned into,
drilled holes on the peckish bellies
of the indigent children of Uttar Pradesh.
Nailed, THEY were robbed of rights
as hegemony belonged to THEM
THEY lost their tongues, they lost their sight
ignorance...shut their lips.
And night, springs that of screams
In most countries it seems....
Is an.....
Oh so disgusting...
and ever growing
...SIMILARITY.
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