![]() Rizwan Saleem is a Banker based in Dubai UAE. The thoughts and expressions detailed in his works are of his various escapades suffered through life, and of the profound surprise of having survived long enough to pen them into words. His poems have appeared in anthologies Twenty Seven Signs by Lady Chaos Press and Self Portrait Poetry Collection by Silver Birch Press. THE DEPARTED Covered, closed and sealed Fist after fist of moist sand Laid to rest The walk back now for the living A drive to return to an empty abode Wouldn't it be so much better to also bury the memories behind Carry on now i must, and still be near the places where we used to dwell Incomplete, left to repeat a single wish If only you had taken me with you My eyes stray on the barren shelves Where you kept your clothes Residues of your perfume still linger in the air The very scents that stirred my lusts for so long Now make it so hard to breath i must wake still, every morning and pretend to be alive Though, i know i went in that grave much before you What remains now is a quest To seek answers for infinite questions that are left for me All of them beginning with "why" The finality of it all, this surcease Becomes too much to bear My heart beats on my chest like a hammer on a condemned wall And when i can take no more, i fall to my knees and cry Sob tears that rise from an abyss Very deep inside For the love lost to me The warm embraces now cold as artic snow The kisses owed but never collected The words that i felt but left unsaid Maybe you're in a better place now Better than this living, breathing hell That caves in around me Maybe you're happy now Or maybe, simply, this is what i deserved all along So now that you're with others i see Everyone else but me I'm taken back in that cemetery To a cold dark corner, tranquil in perpetual shadow Far away and sequestered On a little piece of hallowed ground Where broken hearts are buried ANATOMY OF A CURSE Let it be so Let it come to your turn These dark hallucinations of my mind The hope that your lips burn When you kiss some other Your deepest hazel eyes to lose color When you see it’s not me Cry out loud in anguish When you think of the love we made Rashes ravage that flawless skin With every touch that isn’t mine Ash gray to your fleece of jet black hair I wish it to be now The same pallor of what you left behind Since they no longer cascade over me Let those nimble fingers never feel sensations Those fingers that once entwined with mine Slip from your palm every coin you ever hold Know you how it is to be bereft of all you ever owned Skip a thousand beats of that dead cold heart you carry Every time my name is told Ghouls and vampires call on you In the dead of every night When this world retires to its slumber See how it feels to live Your life six hundred feet under How the full moon now shines but not for its purpose before Those kisses we shared in its glow are ours no more Walk to where you want, run so you can hide I pray my memories hound you Let them never leave your side No church or temple to give you relief Dance your ways with Satan Go round and round and round Such a lovely couple you’d make Always room for some common ground Rejoice in rebirth, I am fully woken The spell you had cast is finally broken Now live the way that I did Have your remaining years be wasted And let you languish through days and see Then and only then Will you discover, lover The true meaning of the word misery. SAHARA Only when on my knees I saw how far I had fallen The azure skies above me Bereft of clouds of shelter Had perhaps shown me enough mercy The cracked and dry soil below Have gained a few drops of rain Shed by my withered eyes Arid, desolate this land Vast and open Yet closed to supplications Only my lonely cries Come echoing back to me Mumbling verses of faith Through lips parched My resolve fritters away in the furnace hot winds Whilst I wallow in reminiscences of my halcyon days Night falls with no promise of surcease And I'm haunted by specters of worries to come Toss and turn like violent seas, I can get no release My ship sails endless over breaking waves Falling at the seams Ready to be broken on the rocks of the sorrows I conjure With every dawn rises new pain Of repeating what yesterday left behind And hope floats like a mirage To let me walk towards another oasis For some elixir to wet my lungs Each step on broken feet I falter and I fail Vultures follow me with malevolent glee Waiting for that final fall I stumble and I crawl For temporary refuge My beastly companions track my trail with blood lusted eyes Point their poisonous beaks at me Hands fall open Unravel scrolls of dreams yet to be fulfilled They laugh at my condition Behold the fate of man; they say Holding on to things that do not hold to him
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