Tears and Tears of Hope

When tears dry up and laughter is not funny any longer As duvet feathers grind the weary soul to sunken skin The parchments dehydrated canvas folds the poet’s path A cliche strewn among the notion ‘it will make you stronger’ Depicts an empty victory pretends to gather strength and win The prelude of the past in future remains a lonely aftermath Gone are the days of jolly frolic of showers gelled and Turkish bath Of journeys tickling monumental Derwish’s allegoric spin Despairing anger cannot shed an inner war’s destructive monger With memories and wreaths of praise and laurel turned into wrath Then conjoined before and after numbness seems your next of kin A magic oriental carpet’s washed out fabric evaporates inside her An ancient pleasure cruise shrouded in silence’s muted fanfare Sails of plain cloth mystery weather worn in droplet’s silent fall Its time and place and time-place for scented oriental candles To rekindle a mosaic of epic proportions a glancing care from scare From feeling so minutely small and festered no recipe for standing tall Yet seeds of cinnamon and hope might just reset this hold of strangle Meditation reclusive pastures enlightenment from darkness’ bangle Retrieved from imposed prison shackles to praise to heal and call ‘I want to be the muezzin once more sing forcefully in ink and dare’ Climb my minaret resolve cacophony write messages to Self and strangle All those demons massage my dreams and foresight grab the haul Then conquer quietly as time proceeds ‘I know I can in solemn prayer’