Dusk

She senses a blur

Parading soldiers

Patter of their feet drown her thoughts

Moistening her parched lips

Wrapped in the aroma of those velvety memories

She dares not breathe them out to the others...

What will she do without them around?

Epiphany this life, as momentum seems gathered by nothing less trivial than her own life..

Theirs, utmost bliss.. She is attached by a string.. of thought..

Alone without their shadow.. Twinkling in the wee hours..only to wonder

If love was questionable, would life matter?

The Rising

Dear friend

Whence I sleep, you devour my peace;

While I lie awake, you staple my sprite.

Dastardly cowards feasting on haplessness;

Questioning my deliberate apathy.

Anarchic democracy now my right, 

You failed to stain my home

With your malaise;

Deter I won't in the phizog of your plight.

Place a trigger to my chest

And audacious pugnacity 

You will be subjected to.

Place not

Your sacrilegous foot in my home

As you have crossed me once too much

And more I shan't take.

Barbarianism is an anachronism,

Terrorism, my dear friend is masked nepotism

Pray, snap out of it

And wash thy self of this foolish jingoism.

Wassan Pharaoun

Opium.. the scintillating aroma of the spices
Serenading from Grandma's kitchen
Fresh and mosaic..
Ground to the hilt,
Nineteen to the dozen.

Just a whiff obliterates the soul,
Sensuosly caressing the senses.

As I shut my eyes
And savour the enigmatic aromas..

The whirr of the grinder breaks the spell.

Vituperation

Patchwork;
the needle gores me as I stitched.. fervently

You are occupied in your perceptory vituperations
oblivious to my oscillating wretchedness

I am conscious again;
no one can puncture my glee

I will let none peek through those..
gaping holes in my heart lying in my hearth.
I will not let them peek

Breeze; cold, unassuming, remorseless
You.. unmindful of it all.

Can you even see those holes?

I am flagrantly debilitating

They come back - ashes of once
glee times which now flee

I rest my head in its bossom
It shows me the light

Wore, tore and way off shore
The waves crash into me
I am crushed - those pounding waves..

Castaway.

Scarlet

Blaring, her overtures
As the music inebriates your senses
You swing sensuously to the aroma of her flavour
She, coquettish and vulnerable;
I am with you, around you, in you..
Oblivious, you swirl in the rhythm of passion
Wisps of her desire entice you as she charms you
In fervour, you pull her forth
Close to your lips as she quivers in your arms,
She is yours as you place your tenderness on her lips.
Passionate harmony of souls..

Obliteration of mine.

Azure

Claustrophobic pangs of the unattainable,
The unspeakable.
Fragile threads of promises,
Strewn and tattered..
In dilapidation of my angst ridden heart,
I douse myself in the elixir of your eternal aura
I need to walk away..
Assassination of cravings to be with you;
Vanquished desires;
Unpardonable sin of my absence,
We will remain unscathed till the end of time.
I belong with you.
Inevitably I fell in love..

- Aynat

Blue Note

Banderilleros, exercising crisp words;
Behaviour, erratic with childish shades
Blundering fools, subconsciously espousing mutual ambivalence of feelings;
Bearing resemblance, yet asymptotic appearance

Bandits, engaged in arranged lies and deranged lives
Basking in epiphany, one realizes that ours is a life entwined with them other

Bard of words, I foresee..
Inferno, inferno, inferno..

Aynat


Poet’s note: A blue note is quite characteristic of jazz music. It is a musical note played or sung slightly lower than usual, especially in jazz. If one is a connoisseur, one will realize the subtle yet empowering nature of this genre of music. The ulterior meaning of this prose is quite blatant (if I am allowed the freedom to express myself in oxymoron terms!). Life happens and we move on, yet quite often than less, we fail to see how a discord with some one arises not solely because of her/his fault but because of Newton’s law. Each and every action has an equal and opposite reaction. I have seen things get out of hand because we turn blind to our shortcomings and highlight those of the other. Don’t let things get out of hand, if you can help it. If you love some one, don’t let go so easily. Life happens once, live it up!