Saturday, October 31, 2009

In Love

Your weedy canals
Your wayside flowers
Your unknown lady with the fishing net
Your faraway hill like a dream
In a misty morning
Your cool wind teasing me
Your highway like lines
In your destined palm
Your naked children
Playing in the ground
The suckling calf in the meadows
My heart slowly yields into loving you
What else could I feel?
Than an adoration for you
And I stand in awe
To watch you full day
To love you like no one ever did
For a day I pushed away
My daily dose of rebel
For an hour I froze
My frosty ideas
For a minute I muted
My acerbic speech
For a moment I freed
My willful muse
I left for a day
My love and its remnants
I seek no justice today
I fight for no right
Today I decided in just loving you
Today I decided in celebrating
Your victory over me
Today all yes
To your sunshine’s whims
Tonight all my love
To your moonlit night
Today all my heart
To your hill ranges
Today all my hopes
To all your people

Friday, October 30, 2009

Becoming of You in Me

When you look at me
I become the most pure
When you smile at me
I become the sibling of moon
When you walk beside me
Cherubs flirt with my hair
When you inhale me
I become the smell of divinity.
You paint my lips with the brush of your lips
The hue of pale heaven
The trail of your thumb on my breasts
The trail from here to Mecca
Your knees swallowed in the clefts of my thighs
What is it if not paradise?
That day dicing with words
I played a poem for you
Tonight your eyes dice with mine
I become the poetry itself.
This becoming of me
This undoing of you
Is neither you nor me
This is you-becoming-in-me.

Another You within me

Your memories arrived again
Unasked and un-courteous
Suddenly standing in front of my door
The morning sun warms my skin
Like your palm warmed it once
The evening sun brings me your slanting shadow
Right beside me painting me with dark
The moon follows me every night
Coaxing me with your tales
So large is this world
So tiny is your feet
How shall I trace you?
In every mountain you climbed
In every river you swam
In every forest you through
You must have left a relic
Your familiar scent; your warm breath; your soft touch
How I wish you left a remnant of you within me
Another piece of your flesh
That will grow into another you
Another you within me………………..

Thursday, October 8, 2009

The Sublime

She filled her pockets
With pebbles of life
Just to went down into the waiting river
Like she was going back to the deep tranquil womb

She made the breakfast for her daughters
Then came back to the kitchen
Just to put her head in the gas oven
Like the final retreat to maternal odour

She was the mistress of the World
One say ‘they will eat her alive’
Of course she was eaten and left
Naked and coiled like a foetus

Women like they
Rebel with their broken hearts
Their rebel is mad as we say
For they come from their wrenched guts
Women like they
Are destined never to be loved
For they are to be made sacred
Has the sacred ever been loved?
Rinsed with unnamed anguish
Lathered with the purest betrayal
Washed with ethereal agony
Glowed with the dew of pangs
They became sublime
So sublime that they are
Forbidden to touch
Forbidden to love
Forbidden to rescue
They are goddess
Destined to stand alone
In a ere temple filled with pungent prayers
With its crumbling stone limbs
Who knows a goddess’s loneliness?
Who knows her hunger for earthy love?
Who knows her yearning to be a simple woman?
Who knows the stone too bleeds
Who knows the mute does speak
It's just that you and I
Have no heart to feel
No ear to listen.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Last Offering

On the bank of that river
We went to play with a shiver
On the pebbles of the shore
Its resplendent sand
We ran and sang
Stumbled upon a piece of bone
And I smiled for I knew
Someone’s smile have lost there
Drunk by the hungry sands
One tiny piece of fabric buried there
I smiled for I knew
Someone’s light of life melt into a whimper
Sucked by the thirty stones
Yet I smiled
What else could I offer?
Tears had abandoned my monotonous eyes
My wails no more fancy my throat
The frown on my brows
Betrayed me for a prettier one
And Look there! Walking away from me now
Is none but my ripped heart
Alas! What was left was my smile
The God there
The priest here
If something purest they seek
Seek it on my lips
To the bone; to the fabric
My last ceremony
Would be my smile
A virgin smile