tears well up from unknown depthsbloodstreams try to gaugeeverything that crawls under my skinthe “ghuttan” of volcanoes insidethe “qasak” of unsaid words health monitors fluctuateon a wild hunt for “qaraar”drop down in exhaustionYet refuse to flatten the lineThere’s more to come…. W3 Poetry Prompt #232
Aerial banyan rootsgive in to gravityfind pockets in the earthplant their thickening shapeslike sorrow calcifiedinto destiny Ruins of Istanbuldo not let memories fadecitizens embrace it as identityHuzun – a collective melancholyto consecrate yearningfor past glory Quadrille Monday at dVerse P.S. Hüzün” is a Turkish noun meaning sadness, melancholy, sorrow, or deep emotional gloom, originating from … Continue reading Huzun
The other side hostsa civilisationthat calls itself civilisedwithout us Weprotestheld hostage by historybecause they distrustalien capabilityas threats tosecurityactuallypower every whispercarries painevery screamsounds like a whimperas we struggle todisengage from handcuffsimposed by tradition Watch exploding timelinesWatch inflamed social feedsWatch processions on the streetHere we comenot to dislodge youbut to claim our rightful place Watch the boats … Continue reading Here we come
Hey, you twinkling, shining starTell me what you think of us How do you feel when cuties sing?Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star…Do you keep the game upunseen in harsh sunlightto please those tiny soulsor shrug it off as inanity? Hey, you twinkling, shining starTell me what you think when Someone looks up in searchof someone they … Continue reading Hey, you twinkling, shining star
It does not excite me any more-getting drenched in the rainsailing paper boatsrescuing a puppydespite soiled clothes I’m not blessed any moreclouds warnthunder threatensthe sky hums different tunesI cannot touch my childhoodexcept in old albums Quadrille #256
The path is smooth; yet we stopfrown with a sideways glanceI don't want to say it, but you knowthe bugbear is the past frown with a sideways glanceWhat lies in the mistthe bugbear is the pastI can't shed it; I feel low What lies in the mistThe path is smooth; yet we stopI can't shed … Continue reading The BugBear
The Ice AgesEarth’s slow breathingPerhaps it was a designPerhaps, it was undecided then, something happened-A gasp-A hot touchsomething fierysinged its lungshumans got ambitiousIn their quest to controlwhat they did not createthey needed the leverageto reach the sky and stars The Earth is not on a ventilator-As yetand humans celebratesmall victoriesAfter Moon and Marsthey eye other … Continue reading On a ventilator? Good Lord, No….
Home was where they all knew my nameI was loved for what I was – nothing to dowith my past history or probable future“She has potential”, they lovingly saidmy father smiled, Mom shed a tear of joy Competition was intense within those wallslarge windows offered no view or reprieveeach grade mattered like the last breathnot … Continue reading Five spaces to love and hate
I hold my cup up to the skyA drink to quench impossible thirstIt pours in stories, on the sly Ambrosia meant for gods – but why?I wait for life on Earth to burstI hold my cup up to the sky A privilege divine, meant to denyinsights to denizens of EarthIt pours in stories, on the … Continue reading It’s only a longing
Who would bother to live if there were a choice?The Lex Hypocrite who wrote the epic Destiny?Mirror-Smith of Broken Laws; torchbearer in daylightwho see manacled reflections in shame-coated glass? The Lex Hypocrite who wrote the epic DestinyHe wove words around Guilt and Sin; to damnwho see manacled reflections in shame-coated glassThe smith stands behind - … Continue reading Those Who Believe
