‘Parsimonious’ is
not necessarily odious
Though not considered felonious
it certainly is not melodious
Call it what it is ~ inharmonious
Inharmonious worlds
We are two inharmonious worlds as a cry.
As if we like sins, deliberately happened,
As if we were obstinately juggling
The calmness of water and moment
Two divergent epochs we are
Between wilderness and return,
So especial and so distinguished
In the width of text and amazement
Listening as if we heard our voices
Runaway from our mouths and burn
Crying, as if their comebacks like lightning!
So miserable this life will be-
If it's not "gathering two separated person"
Misled by echo, not longing!
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
Inharmonious worlds
We are two inharmonious worlds as a cry.
As if we like sins, deliberately happened,
As if we were obstinately juggling
The calmness of water and moment
Two divergent epochs we are
Between wilderness and return,
So especial and so distinguished
In the width of text and amazement
Listening as if we heard our voices
Runaway from our mouths and burn
Crying, as if their comebacks like lightning!
So miserable this life will be-
If it's not "gathering two separated person"
Misled by echo, not longing!
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
Now We Stand And Sulk
We were the two
standoffish
in a small pond.
One day,
how I wished
we got carried away,
to a rubbing
of our fins and bellies,
so fond.
Life would have smiled on good fate,
a favorable life,
how my eyes belay.
Instead gloom frowned on and on,
off and off,
over and over.
At worst it brought me to her,
lost and lost.
When we did get carried away,
on a magic carpet,
to aquarium land,
our tails touched briefly
to her indifference.
Bubbles shot to the surface,
hers,
big round ones,
made just for me.
I looked at her puffing lips,
bad,
"I hate you."
I look back,
my puffing lips,
bubbling,
to no effect,
"asking why."
She raced away.
See I told you.
Our life now a crayon box
of pebbles, plastic seaweed,
my votive candles,
and unanswered prayers,
inside a glass box,
us,
swimming inharmonious.
Yet we're petted,
externally,
and not internally
to the puzzlement
of onlookers and me.
Each day passing by,
the two standoffish,
each immune,
to sitting together.
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2/16/18
fastened to the ground, with feet and hands tied, the objects i was watching were, not the plain simple silhouetted images, thrown on the partially fallen mud wall, in Plato’s cave but gaudily colorful quickly revolving images on the vast screen
the images, were overwhelming, dazzling, blinding my eyes
the air in a cave should stand still, stuffy and heavy, even merancholic;
this cave was different, it was filled with inharmonious bursting sounds,
enough to tear the eardrums to pieces
in the dilemma of the cave, i cannot sit still and listen, or watch
all these complications, so i broke the chains and rushed out from
the cave to see the world outside i never saw
lo and behold! everything in nature embraces one another
it becomes a one huge boundless unit but not a wholeness
in one accord
all are mingled as one in the darkness of a sunless sky,
black is the darkness before the sun, before its time to rise
from the other side of a deeply sunken horizon,
waiting, though useless, a day calls, a tomorrow yet to come
A skein of Canadian Geese
fly above snow laden treetops;
Wave after wave crossing the sun
impelled by internal instincts.
Their discordant cacophonies
impel eyes on the ground upward:
young children pause their snowball fights;
Adults halt shoveling their sidewalks;
Motorists at intersections
crane their heads through open windows
straining to see their journey south.
Inharmonious honks fade away
Leaving anserine memories
and winter’s crystalline silence.
We are two inharmonious worlds as a cry.
As if we like sins, deliberately happened,
As if we were obstinately juggling
The calmness of water and moment
Two divergent epochs we are
Between wilderness and return,
So especial and so distinguished
In the width of text and amazement
Listening as if we heard our voices
Runaway from our mouths and burn
Crying, as if their comebacks like lightning!
So miserable this life will be-
If it's not "gathering two separated person"
Misled by echo, not longing!
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
The Great Unquiet
Wherefore you this incandescent lit
Should you turn all your light
To sorrow
Wherefore you jewel amidst pebbles
Should you make from diamonds
This sadness
So
Come my love think not
Break nothing against frustrated walls
Do not my love
Strip illusion to threadbare patterns
Tune not this needles twine
To pluck inharmonious chords
Wherefore the heat of your tears
Should you trace your love by their fate
To this weariness
Wherefore you this petal of tenderness
Should you so paint your colours to answer drear
In emptiness
Quiet now my love think not on
Take this salted pinch to toss it wayward
And do not my love
Burden your dreams with such as arid sands
Or make their dunes
To mountains unattainable
Hush now my love
Do trouble not
Come rest your tired soul
Hush now my love
Be at peace
Come rest in my quiet soul
Wherefore now my spirits light
Should it not dance with you
To forever
Wherefore I if not by your side
To mark such sorrow, such sadness
Into I passes all weariness and emptiness
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