Frontier vulture in the coded missions
Autumnal dew is misplaced
Red syrup on the corpse
© Mahtab Bangalee
15 October, 2023
Chattogram
Categories:
coded, humanity, war,
Form: Kimo
You take all the air around me so I can’t breathe,
You drain all the blood in my veins so my heart can’t beat,
But I’m afraid,
I’m afraid of trying and failing,
I’m afraid of failing the first time I attempt to try,
I’m afraid you might say no even before I’m done making the request,
And so I don’t try at all,
And I end up failing all the same.
Categories:
coded, fear,
Form: Free verse
All we
do,
coded.
Society,
civilization
all
predetermined.
How we
behave
all
coded.
Everything
we do,
everything
we think,
coded.
Within
the code
we live.
Outside the
code we
cannot go.
Predetermined
paths,
all by
code.
What we’ll
do,
where we
go
from here
all coded,
predetermined.
Existence
bubble we
live.
Coded for
the bubble
nothing more.
Categories:
coded, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
An addiction it is!
An addiction to my being.
Like the daze of the drugs;
the ruthlessness of alcohol.
It has me confined! Traumatized!
I am a slave for its mesmerising solace,
Feared by the social life, Tremors of the society,
Where is my innocence, my joy of living?
I thirst for you,
I thirst for you,
Yet willingly I give unto you.
Until my soul is stolen, left behind an empty carcass.
Am I brave enough to give away?
No! Never! I’d say,
Until the break of the new dawn,
All shall stay the same,
And my choice still vain.
Categories:
coded, computer, internet,
Form: Free verse
I have a friend whose closets,
She once told me, were arranged
By color which, since she was young,
She’d never really changed.
The strangest part, to me at least,
Was what her clothes did lack,
For all her wardrobe was in shades
Of navy, gray and black.
She didn’t own a shirt in green
Or pants in brown or rust
And sweaters knit in purple
Were a no-no, too, I trust.
Although I did admire
How she organized her storing,
Her clothing choices, neat and chic,
To me were also boring!
Categories:
coded, clothes, color,
Form: Rhyme
The coded lady
Merchandise set on the shelf
A life sold like bread
Categories:
coded,
Form: Haiku
If I could leap up so high
That I could fly
Away from troubled times
Of times gone by
When color was enough to hang a man
Hear the despair, hear the cry
Most things come in colors
So why can't you and I
At times I hang my head in shame
For the evil done by man
To a human of different hue
Shame on me, shame on you
Were we all of the same color
Where would prejudice be found
Perhaps were my hair blond
Yet your hair was brown
Prejudice is like an acid
Oozing out through every pore
Destroying all it touches
As it destroys your very core
Asian, Anglo, Latino
Arabian, or of African descent
We are humans of this world
Let us live hand in hand
Categories:
coded, black african american, death,
Form: Free verse