Half a Night

Not bad at all - actually quite profound.

delicate, sensuous, charged, powerful, sweaty, even sexy.

Ferzi:
As I read this beautiful poem I was immediately reminded of a recent poem Pass me the blanket and if you forgive me I will change some words there and reply to this?


Half a soul

flame
over the grave
of the fallen lover

flame
over the torch
heralding an event
or flickering a path

flame
of mirth and joy
in the child’s eyes
in beloved’s smile

usher in hope
reflect warmth

the flame
in her* eyes
burns coldly
this flame is sans soul

(her=the protagonist in your poem)
as for the you in your poem...cannot add to what you have written...

bspnd,

t

Thats why I support gay marriages!
Never sleep with lesbians!!!

The cries of a man hater!!!!!
Right out of gay literature.

Good Poem.
Unfortunately the reality is not that poetic..kind of feels dirty to like literature based on suffering

Farzana:

It`s spooky but nice. I like it.

Rashid Mughal

eek..that was a little gruesome, but beautifully told!

Bleeding...

Farzana, great imagery in your beautiful peace. Wow!

Back in 1996, I wrote a poem which was posted on chowk under the title Life Is A Hitch. At that time, Umair Khan and Safwan Shah did not allow the word ``Bitch`` on chowk; so they changed it to ``Hitch``. Wow, times-are-a-changin` ! I have waited eight long years to re-post my original poem with the original title :)- Here It Is:

Life is a Bitch

Life is a bitch
for all its caress!
Flirting it does but then
gives away nothing;
for all the groping (!)
But then what else to do,
`cept grope!

Vain they say this life is all about, still
its` illusory beckoning keeps us tied.
For all the groping, one gets hold of some
handful of straws or some rocks.
Once in a while, one comes across a gem,
somewhere! Silver lines appear, but
once near it, the shadow falls on it.
Try to be detached,
it `d trail behind you!

Rock like I withstand,
the passionate onslaught it makes.
Angry bitch it is, it turns
its back on me.
A volcano erupts within,
leaving me bruised.

My resilience keeps me intact,
a doggedness possess;
I climb this rocky terrain,
One step at a time.
Sands of life are slippery,
it slides me down by ten pace!

Like a fish I try to slip,
from the hold it has on me,
but like a shark it tries
to pounce and swallow me;
with a ferocity
I know not `n ne`er knew!

I tried to flee, like a swift, the bird;
like a child, throws a stone to hurt.
Undaunted I flew higher,
like a falcon it hovered around me!

Bitter truth dawned on me!
The more you run,
the more it chases;
the more you drown,
the more it chokes;
Bitch, no doubt,
but leash is in you hand!

Never ever drown `n get intoxicated in it;
just keep a distance `n flirt with it.
Realized my soul when I looked LIFE
in the face;
She smiled benevolently
and healed my soul.

A few hours ago, a line came to mind: ``His shadow loomed over my naked body.``

Now, what could this mean? Several things, mainly the obvious. But for me it was a simple reality...I was in the shower, and outside the window there was this worker (plastering of the building facade is going on) doing his job; despite the shut ventilators and a curtain his shadow fell on the glossy tiles. And that line came to mind...

Therefore, I wonder whether I should explain this poem `my way` or let the readers reach their own conclusions. Shall think about it...and will certainly post some individual replies. For the moment, thanks for the comments.

PS: How I wish those who did not ``get it`` interacted here and made things more interesting:-)

F

Hi Farzana . . .

a) When naked, I don`t think one can usually hang around looking for shadows. More pressing things at ., . .hhhm . . . hand.

b) On the death bit, maybe you can consider accepting re-incarnation as a mantra, and also get to choose your gender next time around?

Which brings me to q of the day . . . if reborn, would you like to be:-

a) the same gender?
b) another gender?
c) exchange gender with your spouse/partner?
d) be the same gender as your spouse/partner?

Damn, where`s that poll when you need it the most?

yours respectfully,

``can do better``.

I love this poem. It`s one of those read and read again ones, that make sense in pieces.

I wish you would and I wish you wouldn`t explain it your way. You know? I really wish you wouldn`t, I guess, in the end. Because now I have dead girl in my head and I want to figure out what to do with her.

..... i knew there was a reason why i never liked poetry......... finally, it has managed to ruin what little sex life i had!............ thanks!

Powerful. Intimidating.

Its beautiful no doubt!

P.S: I tried to read between the lines and NOW `m really curious in knowing the writer`s conclusion to it :)

#10 Farzana

I didnt get it initially

But, now, (almost) everything falls into place

What did you have in mind with

It takes a lifetime
to realise
obsessions are not certainties.