unwords, unthoughts, unreason, unrhyme & unpoetry
caterpillars, cocoons & butterfliesArchive for Fated (2006)
At the Feet of Love
lead me along a garden path
the smell of
forbidden fruits
holding my breath
the gods gaze on
undisturbed
touching upon boundaries
ripped to shreds
skin against dust
the courtyard was cold
darkness offering
no defence
welcoming submission
asking forgiveness
at the feet
of love
I tried
kneeling before Him
sinking into the pool
of twenty-six waxing candles
burning down
black stems dead
chlorine stings
the twenty-six thousand
salty tears I tried
to wash away
drowning in the
taste of bitter sweet
love hate memories
and words
staining angel eyes red
collapsing life hanging
by a single thread
of a silken spider’s web
Inverted Baby Steps
Plunged into a darkness of absent memories,
Bruises on your skin, scars against your chest.
Inverted baby steps.
The abyss suffocates any sign of happiness,
A vacuum of unloved, lonely rhythms.
Blood runs crimson.
Drowning in air, into a midst of blurred awakenings.
Choked in the beat of life, cold seeps into fresh bones,
The weight of the world.
Your upside-down heart has wasted and lost me.
You don’t even know it, translucent eyes.
Oblivious touch.
Breathe.
Sirens Hurt the Senses
Hiding. Living death.
Pills, smoke, heroin, smack.
Fragments of conversation,
in case the line is tapped.
Speaking in code,
baby brother,
trapped.
Dust beneath wooden cracks.
Kids used to have fun.
Lost minds echo silence;
It can’t be undone.
The gun lies empty,
get rid,
gone.
One sits disfigured,
the other stands disguised.
Infuriating cycles of violence,
two shots and fifteen pairs of eyes.
Honour begets hate,
until someone
dies.
Hell hath no fury,
like a brother scorned.
Broken tempers and merciless revenge
is sweet when monsters are born?
Bitter twisted pain,
two families
torn.
Sirens hurt the senses,
Tears are wet.
For those that have lost and loved.
Permissions to let.
Don’t come in,
baby brother
- not yet.
The Bride
Sits on her bed.
Teardrops blot
her wedding dress,
rivers of gold
lie naked
on henna hands.
Reflections of
a stranger’s face.
Perfection misplaced.
Shimmering diamonds,
crystals in stone,
break the mould.
I changed my mind
said
the girl with honey eyes.
Lucifer
Your contemptuous eyes
reduce me to tears
and I cease to exist.
Framed tender stills
caught in smiling moments
lost in time
to dreams I can only reminisce.
Your diamond daggered tongue
cuts and slices me in places
you’ve never seen.
Silvered arabic words
cannot create memories
or remind me of
places I’ve never been.
Your calm open hand
is so quick to bruise
my broken skin.
Rainbows fading to black
from Adam to Lucifer
you are my fallen angel
with clipped golden wings.
Flowers
Flowers for the dead
Tissue for crying eyes
For the crying eyes that said
I’ll never break your heart
Your flesh I’ll never bruise
You’re the dream
I will never lose
Tears for the lost
Tears for the dead
Stitches for bleeding wounds
For bleeding wounds oozing red
Love for the lost
Love for the dead
A life growing inside
Growing inside dead
Poison for the hurt
Poison for the dead
Escaping a loneliness
Where only the living tread.
Platforms
(i)
Waiting at the station
You are on the platform
Eyes filled with awe
Can hardly breathe
It’s me you’ve come for
Lost little boy.
Sunkissed butterflies
Caress my skin
Warmth soothes away
Tender conversations
Words enveloping me in…
(ii)
Waiting at the station
I am on the platform
Wrapped up snug
In fallen leaves
Waiting in the cold
Lost little girl.
Snowkissed flakes
Caress my skin
Warmth soothes away
Tender conversations
Words enveloping me in…
(iii)
Waiting at the station
Close my eyes,
For dreams of what used to be.
Confession
You know it only too well
You know I will never let him go
Spin spin spinning
away
Smiling eyes look at me
Am I forgiven
For tasting Satan
Butterflies and shivers
Spin spin spinning
away
Trapped and locked
I can’t let him go
Losing my way
Punishment again and again
Spin spin spinning
away
from my
sin sin sinning
way.
Breathe
you’re sleeping
my angel
is dreaming
keeping
me
intoxicated
with slumber
counting eyelashes
long and black
tracing eyebrows
softly kissed lips
caressing skin
picking up
heavy limbs
for protection
inside your sleep
inside your dreams
against your
neck and chest
intuitively
kiss my forehead
heavy lids
melting
brown like chocolate
like chestnuts
like coffee beans
lushly draped
in brown sugar
you
and
me
She is My Life
you said
Ayaaz (Honour)
that i don’t know it
but how can i
when you should have been
keeping it everyday
you said
Izaat (Respect)
that i had none
but how can i
when you stole it all away
from me
you said
Sharam (Shame)
that i am tiwsted
but you
fell in love
with me
you said
Embarassment (Behsthi)
chop my brother’s head off
it’s come
back to you
you said
Happiness (Khushi)
True Love (Suchy Muhabbat)
that you hope
i never have any
you said
Naive (Bhola Bhaala)
but you hand fed
me your words
were they lies
you said
best
that i just rot
away and die
best
for everyone
that
i was Dead (Murdaa)
once upon a time
you said
i am your Blood (Khoon)
i am your Soulmate (Janam ki Sathi)
you said
Main ishq uska (I am her love)
Woo aashiqui hai meree (She is my lover)
Wo ladhkhi naheen (She’s not just a girl)
Zindagi hai meree (She is my Life)
I have a tendency to get caught up and lost in the world, still trying to discover what my gift is and how to use it. I write either when I'm deliriously happy (right now it's magic and butterflies though that is changing on a daily basis) or depressingly upset, so it's one extreme or the other, never a happy balance or medium. I love imagery and try and capture what I see in my mind's eye but sometimes I just don't have the words...I hope you enjoy reading, please tell me what you think!
