THE HUMAN ANVIL

Tag: poem

  • Death, Dear Friend

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    Death, do not cry
    I know; you are no one’s friend
    But that does not make you; a foe
    Like all who have been and are being swept away
    Like a clove leaf upon a current
    You too are destined by design
    To sow and grow; sorrow
    That abandoned thistle tree
    Which all passes and pretends not to see

    Death, do not cry
    When your choices go wrong
    There are so many voices asking
    To add another verse to their swan song
    But you know as do I
    That music is sweet only for so long
    And it starts with no cymbals and shall end with no gong

    Death, do not cry
    People do care about you a lot
    You may not always be the fountainhead
    But you are almost always an afterthought
    And we may not think of you as we breathe
    Or when we play the games of Holy Land
    But we do rehearse our union every night
    Though not all of us understand

    Death, do not cry
    We shall meet for once and forever
    But before that I must ask an honest, humble favor:
    Of all the places for us to meet
    And greet, if you could visit me when I am fast asleep
    Then there shall be nothing for me to weep
    As I skip; the curtain call of my every emotion
    And be like a nameless raindrop falling into an aimless ocean

  • Ambit


    Outside my window
    A caterpillar crawls
    And I watch as it gains
    Inch by inch
    An eternity
    On me

  • Perdu

    Once I wrote a poem
    The perfect one
    For those who cannot read
    It had, commas, at all the right, places,
    And no exclamation mark!
    Or operose words one does not know
    Or any rhyme to ruin the bitter flow
    If only I had been able to see
    The invisible ink
    I would never have used the poem
    As a tissue paper

  • The Sailor

    There was dust upon his eyebrows
    And stars under his eye
    Each for one color of the rainbow
    Taped to the woolen sky
    I was swimming on a rose bridge
    And saw him drink the sea
    He was a dolphin from the desert
    Dressed as a honeybee

    So I fell for him forever
    Like lovers on rainy night
    And my heart was Christmas carol
    Raw as Eve’s apple bite
    Thus we drowned in whispering voices
    Pouring out our crystal skin
    There were wings upon our shoulders
    And a shared velvet fin

    But the man he was a sailor
    With a thirst for sea green ocean
    All I had was sky blue eyes
    And a sense of moonlight motion
    So I kissed his salt shaped lips
    And set his anchor free
    And I watched him drift asleep
    On a heavy wooden sea
    Now I am swimming on a rose bridge
    Alone on rainy night
    And I have apples around my ankles
    But no heart to leave a bite

  • Shipwrecked

    Chained to the dust
    With my own lock and key
    I was standing by the tide;
    Remembering the sea

  • Kohl

    There is shadow under her eyes
    Eclipses she called them
    From the tears left behind
    Of the pain that came far too late
    To flow and feel with the pulse of time

    I look at her bare back
    With the bedsheet pattern
    Still alive on her skin
    The crests of her shoulders
    Peeking like crescent moons
    From under the sea of argent hair

    So I turn away
    To another day
    A still life, blur, Monet.
    Years ago to this Tinseltown:
    People leaping out of their skins
    Skeletons dancing in glass cases
    The enamel skulls selling
    A hollow reed laugh
    And a touch at the base of your spine
    As a keepsake

    She was standing
    Under the irreparable light
    Doused in city flames
    And dressed in the dark left behind by dirty minds,
    Counting cars that passed
    Without halting for her

    My feet were silent
    My thoughts far too loud
    As I hovered round her shadow
    Like a leftover cloud
    With neither thunder nor rain
    In the threads of my vein
    But the promise of a shade
    And the warmth of a bed

    It’s been years since that night
    And every night since then
    Whence I swallowed her sorrow
    And she pardoned my pain
    And together we have slept
    Counting each other’s scar
    Some dealt amongst us
    Others unremembered for far
    And yet I can hear her
    Counting cars passing by
    And there are eclipses under her eyes
    From all the kohl she forgot to dry…

  • Goddess

    And I buried the sky
    Deep in my womb
    And there were stars in my eyes
    The moon south of my waist
    And the sun spilled forth white
    From the cusp of my chest
    So my children could glow
    So my children could dream
    And not be sheeps led on sermon
    Taught to bleat and not to scream
    At the world for not being fair
    And keep a woman unaware
    Of her hips and her hair
    Drawn only if in pair
    And shown smiling everywhere
    To please and to care
    And never do truly dare
    Be a child of the flower
    Wild under bower
    With roots of our own
    Chosen by us to be sown
    In our graveyards and glade
    For a fragrance that would never fade
    From the words once unsaid
    Now shared unafraid
    In all homes and every hearth
    Before being born and after birth
    A song, O this song
    To be remembered for long
    We were there, we are here
    No longer in fear:
    Of the Bible and it’s fable
    Seven sins under the table
    Forced to pay for it all
    Every Adam and his fall,
    Without why, when and how
    We are one and we are now
    Equal in this fight
    Of Us and Our Way
    Once Witches of the Night
    Now the Goddess of the Day

  • Dewdrops in the Ocean

    I close my eyes
    And the dewdrops upon my palate
    Rise, like an ocean left unattended
    On hot stove
    Left to seethe and boil
    Fold and uncoil;
    Echoing towards an inconsequential eternity
    Where nothing rhymes
    Beneath the repeating waves
    Washing themself at the shore
    At the feet of a silent, silent kingdom
    Rooted in reminiscence
    Of a homemade horizon promised
    Upon an unpromised path
    There the shriveled hearts sprout as mushroom
    In an endless cortege
    Moving in stillness
    Like taste upon the tip of tongue
    And snail upon the lips of spine
    An ode to the essential
    Both the dirt and the divine

  • Blueprint

    Life begins and ends
    As a circle
    But the sad thing is:
    Most of us architects
    Keep crying for corners

  • Verbatim

    There is steel in my eyes
    And the world with its tuning fork lies
    Asking me to mourn along
    Knows nothing
    Of that cold, hard touch
    For I am no maker nor master
    But only a thinking man
    One step away from disaster