Her Sighs Injured the Morn

MOLESTED!

Her thoughts flowing 

On the stone cold walls

Of her melancholic dreams

Her weary brain

Seems to care less about what seems

True or false

Terminologies are there 

Gambolling on her tongue

Dawdling within the doors of her lips

Anticipating in sudden sorrow

of what is to be found

Perchance it's in the barren devouring dusk

Covered behind thick bars of fear and misfortune

Falling, failing, missing the clasp of existence 

Maybe it is gone in the crater of her anger

Maybe...

Maybe things that are meant to be

Will find its way 

Like how the incubus smothers her All

And...

In every cycle of the morn

Green grass gladly grows

Beautiful flowers blissfully bloom

But She...

She falls into pieces

Lays down her scars in silence,

And within her soundless screams

Is the flawless violence

That plays without end. 

The Ruined

From there... 

I travelled the tail of time 
in the realm of truth and lies 
like those of simple metaphors 
of straying fools and bourgeois whores 

Praise its infinite trials 
and its bulk of denials 
for it was in their scalding streams 
where I was forged to the extremes 

Upon the space of my intuition 
wave the clouded sea of deception 
the great pretenders of day and night 
stars and moons made of plastic lights 

I became... 

The lone woman who seek peace in gloom 
a phoenix 
who dwell in the regions of doom 
the one who speak and dream in nightmares 
a mistress caged in the dungeon of fears 

And soon...

A Sad Solo Night

There are two of us but sometimes I feel I am solo Although he is a step away but He didn't noticed me Sometimes I wish I am a ghost at least I know I am visible to none but you see I am human and I am just a ghost to him for tonight we are two here and i feel I am solo so low This sour-less thought makes me ache because i sought and still seeking his tenderness but he care less oh and these melancholic song cradles me on the breast of the sad solo night a very sad night.

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.

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:  

http://www.asiacalling.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=1864%3Awomen-commit-suicide-to-escape-sexual-harassment-in-bangladesh&catid=99%3Abangladesh&Itemid=377&lang=en