Achievement

I wrote 26 poems today. WOW. Allah Almighty Thank-You. ALHAMDULILLAH, SUBHAHANALLAH, ALLAHHUAKBAR, MASHALLAH.

Variances

We all have dreamers

serving a lesson

a goal

to court

reality

Mindless pragmatism

leads one astray

and the dogmatic is drunk

with untied metallics

only me the human

remains chaste

Contemplative

Love matters

why so?

When sex serves

as a stronger

billetdoux

Oh the soul that manifests

in a biological code

can it be explained merely?

With wetted lips

eager eyes

a clasp of skin heated

hair all coiled?

A Little Definition

Bewilderment is human
sin is human too

Virtue polishes in DNA

a code to rely on

but strands of error

is in the form

designed to be dancing

on air and water.

Ocean Friend

The Ocean could not reveal

its body too vast

or was she? he?

too androgynous to give it cast

This Ocean that bonded

with me

solely for my pleasure

This Ocean who tamed and remained untamed

like glassed universe

on a poet's hand

Some Fruits

Some fruits I've learned to eat

because they were of easy skin

they peeled without much commands

some old wrinkles

some youthful tease

These fruits had broken seeds

some too new

needed coat

These fruits are all I eat

All forgotten

All digested

All matters to be dismissed

Passion Crime

A tender voice

that concealed

my sadness

kiss me

kiss me

kiss me

lie on me

lie on me

lie on me

Thy tender voice

that concealed

a ring

you can bend laws

you can bend hearts

you can rust my soul

you can play with lovers in the park

I see you

your tongue

brushes

in leaves

in hotel-rooms

in phones

in chatrooms

I drop coffee

you scream

a minute revenge

for your abysmal self

The Courtesan In The Courtyard

The courtyard wielded a courtesan

waiting for master

with wide eyes

as doe-beauties

whispering maids

quizzical guards

butlers uneven

and a governess too ashamed

the gentleman is gone

come back another day

you are mistaken

his office is of heaven

no worldly lust

can earth him

he is man

in image good

your goods do not seduce

your looks are not maiden fair

nor breathed in of

a high stock

his mistress-wife with children will opt

to throw you out

you heathen wretch

of creation

your lies are thy home

this chastisement

payment of the due

courtesan smiles

all offices wield gates

all lies polished

a mask of all honesties paraded

courtesan smiles

he knows me as an Ursula

he gets up to go

other dues to collect

Realms Questioned

When you breathe the genie-smoke

in lamp-bodied dreams

can you hear the screams

of an orthodox realm

nay your tongue is dumb

nay your eyes glisten

too much ideas

go on

punished

to see

the

lamp

upturned.

A Death Of No Death

A fish that was eaten

in a stream

clawed to be an egg

in another's life

Caught by the net

a reincarnation subdued

visited by angels

prayed,

hummed

kicked

death

is absolutely non-absolute

in the sphere of creation.

Noble

Candle pours wax
Skin pours blood

a basic synchronization

of elements ordained

To severe a fold

that's a life span's duty

to sever a chain

that is life's ideology

to connect to sin

a biblical prophecy

to connect to truth

a moral heart

can

feed

many

wounds.

Dead To Reason

Thrice the door was knocked

and thrice I heard hollow

empty streets that do not open

but are voids of indecision

brain, are you fatigued?

do you not hear logic?

brain why do neccessiate

all those follies to be just alive one more day?

Supression

Verbatim I had spoke
words were put into mouth

the poison is not so easy

but sweet by all tongues

and could I have been merrier

to obey in an obedience sought

by all those who burn life

and mould metal to the bone

My Eyes were Roped

I let my eyes be blinded

by a rope

they told me they wouldn't hang me

by the neck

but the itching skin

clawed my eyes

and burning led to

some organs dismayed

they said they wouldn't hang me by the neck
I had forgotten

there are so many places

a rope can place

itself

skin is always skin

You don't need to act

Why have you hatched so many eggs?
Who can you feed these yolks?

Oh please your acting is bad

try another audience

a dramatist can spot

Faustus and Antonio

in different masks

Be Gone Now

You have rehearsed

a gothic spectacle

a pious integration

a holy commodity

where was sacred

in the rape?

Oblivious chimera

you cannot push

which that is tilted

Axis begone

Man Misunderstood.

Damn you Cupid

Guardian Cupid
why did you lie

your arrow aimed too high

and blasted a heaven

made it all too dull

Cupid of the sages

why can't you learn math

and use the forces of gravitational judgments?

Your astrology is weak

why can't you learn

a lyrical prosody?

You amplified sin

as arrow and bow

represents

a

hollow

meeting

Your boats

your ships

sailed

in a sail

that crumbled papers

and ink

no longer

bled

an honest curve

Oh you blasted fool

eat your arrows

and string your bows to your eyes

You know nothing of love

but like to bask

in an idiotic harmony.

Paramour's Facades

It had to be a dried love
too much wetness

means

we'll

drown

On rainy days we can satiate

with only our dried lips

too much wetness

can make

us drown

You can confess

I can confess

bodies work with

confessional

ease

There's a note elsewhere

it hangs

saying I'll drop the kids

saying I'll comb my hair

saying some stones

of a pillar

wrought

all

in a dried

floor

nothing cracks

mud is wet

it hurts

it cracks

like virgin love

symbolized in flesh

you can carry your groceries

I lead the lies

all homes have little lamps

to stars, what do they design?

Closed

One small clue to why I'm upset?

You see this?
It's no question

It's an answer

You said love was possible

an impossibility occurred

with furs and hats

and shoes and lace

and so many battlefields scarred

that made earth somewhat chaste

you called me home

a cave to swallow me

these mirrors can mutate you

as they mutated me

you are not so innocent are you?

Why did you think that I couldn't observe?

Tell him to come out

Skeletons cannot remain in closets

you

know

A talk of high

A wedding dress symbolizes

a love that needs a wedding

sex can obtain some facts

for biological culturing

sex is served on a plate

can be cold-frozen

heated by a tongue

to eat

weddings can be more than a served plate

it can be dessert and appetizers too

No - I didn't get any labels wrong here

it's no necessity to explain

if I shot you there was a reason

there was no personal artifice to hold at the bay.

Tragic loves

I cooked this pie myself
you told me nothing

days go by

we don't say much

I dress in nice shirts

and welcome you home

you seem apathetic

my heart is but trying

to see you kiss

the other men

I acknowledge

is painful

But you will realize

that they lie in games

like mannequins

you dress

to pretend

sovereign

Sorrows Of One Who

Those nuzzling beaks

a vulture's crime

to steal something

that was once mine

Those prying hands

a pickpocket's aim

to breathe life

from whence I gain

Those slender fingers

meant to undress

a resolution

that was not to break

those words

are clutching

a soul

broken

I count some pennies

a bus moves

nearby a tree

is growling

A new house

an exquisite staircase

a bed

to be a martyr again

Varied Things

It was like a mitosis
that had a slender frame

a glass exhibitionist

beckoning to touch

Sin tastes good in the mouth

a fulfillment of the belly

a disease of the spasmodic soul
I was littered

a grain in the field

a powder on the cheek

lights on the bulb

electric skin

eeled heart

mouth waters

cherries plucked

dust unwavering

water

it all makes a thin net

breaking like fog

all rhapsodies

a shadow listens

to

these

writing

in stains

in eyes

in souls

in earth

quenched by all

that

dies

A Thicker Blood

No one wonders about it
Those scars that open

slightly as a diary pages

with some

ink

reading

out

daily

verses

crimes/copulations

of all the

universes

No one wonders

why he held that near him

a shredded piece of

diary entry

like a lover's hair

poignant

memory

No one wonders

why she held the poems

baptized by them

no one wondered

Ah, a scar is a feather bourne on skin

born lucky to be torn in death

faded only if skin succumbs/dominates

with a tempest cycle

Ah, a shredded page

bleeds nothing

it's so illusionary

Ah, a poem

words of no usage

Ah, a bone

no longer skeletal

fossilized

a fuel-matter

Ah, a soul knocking

I can hear

but doors are closed.

Too lazy to unveil that vale.

Nobody

He was a nobody
Need I say more?

It's not like I cared

He was a nobody
a body to savour

as an entertainment-mirage

He was a nobody
my husband loved better
was wealthier

He was a nobody
I stayed at home

and he came over

He was a nobody
I stated it before

out loud when my husband slept

He was a nobody
he bought me stuff

while my husband never gave the time

He was a nobody
I could see him declare

a love that was false as well

He was a nobody
my husband hit me
as if I were wrong?

He was a nobody
he took me in

like I gave a damn

He was a nobody
nobody blames him

but all fingers are pointed at me

So if he was nobody why should it matter?
How can others think he's better, why is he better off than me?