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Soha Sukku Poem
I sit here in the windowpane
Gazing out into the drama of the driven clouds
My ears deaf to the lullaby of the morning birds
In blue, green and red they rule
The kingdom of heaven and sun.
All the miracles of the day
Invisible to this girl in lay
The shadow of a forgotten dream
A nightmare, a horror, a sweet dash of pain.
Galloping through the rugged ground
With pebbles and rocks as obstacles
Its hair with the wind floated and danced
With the majesty and depth of a hero’s heart.
He galloped and galloped
Against the wind
A mighty horse of the soil’s soul
In shades of brown he merged into the scenery
Slowly and perfectly.
At the period when the sun had to die
A thief in darkness
With vengeance in his eyes
The fate in his hands
And sour sweetness of prediction.
He cut across the neck of the horse’s life
Blurred vision of shocking colour
Red,
And red
In every frame.
The hero moved into a deep slumber
From which the eyes of life will never open.
With falling wet pearls from my eyes
I gazed into the driven clouds again
Failing to overcome the fear of my sight
Which lies in my memory box
As a fossil never to be found
Embedded,
By the fingers of an alien hand
Ever again.
Copyright © Soha Sukku | Year Posted 2005
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I lay awake in my soft silk
staring into the empty space
that seemed to fill in my pounding heart.
what eyes hath the power
to seep through the brick of skin
and cup my emptiness,
to live, to dwell,
oh, to love forever inside.
what am I, yet a powerless woman
who dream to hold the starry night in her womb,
every star is another world
Lying undiscovered
as pieces of my love hath scattered
to somewhere deep and dark...
lost is it?
oh, what is that unusual rhythm
a flawless rhyme of footsteps
steeping down my path
who dare to walk unaided
with fearless chest and powerless jealousy,
who posses the lost piece of my puzzle
who embark upon this courageous journey
to see me and to hold me
or just greedily want to love me.
what is that apparition my eyes fear to form?
once carved by the mighty lord
had he placed a part of me in it?
for I realize a fulfillment
and a destined power
in him,
I see what I found in myself
Oh, that emptiness!
I had fallen into the drama of the light
where raised curtains of fate beheld
something that I searched
in those bottomless eyes of my stranger
that cried like a raging ocean
holding onto the sandy shores,
I own.
But,
tell me all the gods man had imagined,
tell me all the corals
the hidden rubies and diamonds somewhere deep in the embrace of the soil,
tell me the raining sky,
the power of light,
tell me the eternal flame,
when ,
for that single moment I closed my lids
to shed the endless drops of contentment
when in that split second,
God...
have you taketh away my filled vase
my wholeness
my cherished tale of freedom...
and why if you had known
that this is not reality
but a reflection of someone so pure
never born,
never lived,
you had given me the power to dream
you had given me the secret of joy
and took away
at the smallest ease
the strength of my soul,
My love.
Or had it been a flicker of laughter
to your ears
when I still search for the lost part of me
in the unending branches of the brown trees
and in the bottomless blue ocean
for that intimate stranger...
for his shadow.
Copyright © Soha Sukku | Year Posted 2005
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The water was quiet
Like the world had folded into one slippery cloth
With moist air dragged by some unknown power
The origin had never been known
Of this deep bowl of blue.
My fingers never reached the shallowest sand
Where the damp wind touched the naked earth
My face with every detail
Was carved in this transparent wood
By an anonymous painter with brushes
Invented from somewhere above.
The blend of colors were mixed in shape
My hair that were just a bundle of ropes emerging from the dark
Interlocked with my forehead
Like a brown sheet left forgotten by the dancer.
My speech had a source, which pierced through a crack in the face
Guarded by thirty two white blood hounds
And a slimy python.
Suddenly a piece of earth
A pebble of such fine mould
Fainted into the translucent sheet
Which protected the Piscean empire underneath.
The painting that was behind a thin red line
Between superstition and reality
Broke into the brackish water.
The carved wood was lost
The artist had erased what he had created-
An image seemed so true
But was indeed such a simple lie.
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Soha Sukku Poem
Looking around in this calm room
Surrounded by millions of red bricks
In the soothing bed of the gray cement
Broken lights hanging from the flat wall
And the ray of invisible sun was lost.
Far away from this heaven is a battlefield
Where the god failed to discover
A piece of sand and mud
Injected with the tremble of human blood.
Will there be a drop of fulfilled thought?
Will there be a mark of the white dove in the navy blue sky?
Will there be the blessing of peace?
And when,
For the existence of a birth cry
An angel will fly down
With the arrow of LIFE in her holy hands
And will live as a savior
To drink the red wine.
Swollen eyes of unlimited grief
Torn skin of marooned lips
Immortality may deceive her
Her golden wings falling down
The miracle to be born-
A page in an old fairytale.
Being the symbol of a forgotten dream
A melody from a broken violin
The angel will die
A victim of the living, breathing war
She will be covered with the sands of the centuries
As the bible of a new day
NEVER-
to be immortal,
NEVER-
To be the angel of tomorrow.
Copyright © Soha Sukku | Year Posted 2005
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“Darkness it is only darkness
‘Blind’ why were you born to live?
Why don’t you be murdered?
You were beaten into a sheet of invisibility
Of black and only black
You are the wall between the colour and the colourless
Why were you born?
In some angry whispers the gods stabbed the darkness
With their silver blades
Then the moment came when the white found the black
Like a tear in the blanket.
Through it crystals of light were shattered
Killing the darkest and blindest of all evils
It found its home in the shadows of the dawn
The mirror got its reflection
And the eyes its sight
And saw,
Saw the devils masked by the faithful darkness.
Blindness – I realized that you had meaning more than the sharpest of all sights,
The terrible occurrences that were at midnight,
The crimson drops and the whaling murmurings
With the rhythm of the slowly dieing heart.
Blindness oh blindness
Why did you abandon your faith?
And be murdered by the inhuman light?
Darkness
Where are you now?
Why did you dissolve in the white and forget the black?
Why did you give me vision?
Find me again!
Rule me again!
The light has to be murdered!
Darkness it was only darkness
Darkness it is only
Still,
DARKNESS.”
Copyright © Soha Sukku | Year Posted 2005
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