For ‘Karim
“We used to have peace, but now we have only war.”—Halima
I will not speak of the dead
for that is another matter.
I will not speak of those
driven out of their homes
to find shelter in a camp
fenced with strings.
I will not speak of those
raped at dawn. Or of children
shot in the head.
I will not speak of them.
I will not speak of the woman,
round and heavy, like me,
who will give birth to a child she’ll be ashamed to name.
Neither will I speak of
a dozen other women, like her,
and a village which will beget bastards.
I will not speak of the slash—deep in my thigh,
made by a knife: a brand of ownership,
the mark of a slave.
No; on such matters I’ll be silent.
Rather, I’ll speak of warm fires. Of oases, dates,
and night songs.
I’ll speak of things that once were.
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Wednesday, February 21, 2018
Ramzan Karim, Darjeeling.
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A sudden jolt
This is a tale about a cluster of hopes and burgeoning despair
Tossing and toasting flinging blankets
Wiping rolling down tears with his sleeve
Countless hours flew by this wakeful stormy night
She has been ill lying in hospital for days and days
Dying or still has few more breaths
Brings her sweet face before his eyes
Ever caring, faithful, innocent and simple
The tenderness and warmth of her hug
He always began his day
With greeting of her sweet smile and a hot bed tea
Her hands always busy tiding his household
Without a grumble or gripe
Shared his grief and sorrow as if her own
Shouldered braved the fate’s storm
Today lying in her bed helpless ignored
Withdrawn and far from the warmth of his embrace
Parting still without remorse or guilt ;
He frowns, sulks, struggles juggling his mind
Perspiring, breathing heavily
For days he is dreaming
Waiting for that eventual day
Will that pretty girl with dashing personality, he met in the mall?
Accepts his proposition after She is dead ?
No more poem that has no relevancy to today !
Ramzan Karim, Darjeeling. 05.01.2018
I was searching for words for poem
That could satisfy the appetite of reader
But words go dithering with flaw the regular ease
Inundated pen stops here to take few labored breath
Fumbling for the words appropriate
It is because Ethics, Morality, Modesty, Sincerity
All have taken back seat,
Y’know RIP ?
These all high words are resting in peace
In the pages of Dictionaries
With profound grief,
I have to inform you of their sad demise
They are no longer valid, but are dead
Resting somewhere in mortuary
Soliciting word for obituary
If you are any of the species,
Still lurk about these words,
You are jerk from any museum far aflong
For animation is the reality of this day,
Croons from the rooftop rustic songs
Metallic Robots have taken rein
From mighty warriors of days gone by
Technology is supreme they say
So no more sermons on Sundays
They are making Mars for their home stay
Moon their picnic spot sun being their working space
So this poem is void of any word
That suits the present time.
Arabic script doesn't survive PoetrySoup, I hereby rewrite my previous submitted Arabic poem in FrancoArab letters,
laqad kunt fina al-saraj al-munir .... wa kunt alsadiq wa kunt al-khalil
wa kunt rasul al-mahabati fina .... wa kunt shifa' al-qalb al-alil
ahidna fika al-kholoq al-karim .... ahidna fika al-shahm al-nabil
jasuran shuja'an wa batalan homaman .... ila al-haq taghdu liqasd al-sabil
tajasadat fik asmaa al-ma'anaa .... wa laka fi al-sabr ba'on tawil
fa'an'em birajul qallama .... tu'ti al-hayat lana mathyl
kariman halalata shahidan rahalta .... man ya tura 'ank al-badil
fahna' bi maq'ad sidq aliyan .... bayn al-anhar wa zilen zalil
wa tab mustaqarren yafuh bi'etren .... rubu' al jannati wa al-salsabil
fi janati al-firdaws talqa al-anbia' .... wa jahran tara wajha rabben jalil
kafa'ak Allah bima anta ahloho .... wa a'tak minhu aljaza' aljazil
abi qad motta f matat basmaty .... wa akhtu hayati b khatwen thaqil
tatuaqu lisawtik ozoni fa inhad .... wa qul ya Aliya halum al rahil
satabqaa li hayatoka mathalan aziman .... ba'ad al mamat wa zikron jamil
wa yazallu etruka baynana .... fel manam wa fel suhad badil
Rain, if you were warm I would dance in you,
I would be like the breeze and whip around you
Rain, since you are cold I'll stay away from you
Its such a bummer cause I want to play with you.
Thoughts of running through the rain with you
Makes my heart go insane for you
I'll hold your hand and slow dance with you
Alone in the grassy meadow just me and you
What would I give to beat along with you
Dripping on the tin shed of the roof with you
Making sweet music on the wind chimes with you
Wet and soft on a blanket in the fields with you
Rain, I'd spend the entire night with you
Enjoying the touch and feel of you
No looking back when I'm with you
Rain oh how I would love to dance in you
Rain how intense is that storm the comes with you
The thunder and lightening that stays with you
Its okay because I still want to change with you
Rain oh how I want to become one with you.
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Ayesha Karim
Date: 5/25/2014 11:41:00 PM
This poem is not so good. It is like a dramatic monologue. Be more poetic this is supposed to be a poem. Yikes!
Writing the Poem
by Ayesha Karim
I am alive.
I am breathing.
I thank God that I have the sweetest Life.
Blackberries surround me.
I talk on my new Blackberry mobile phone.
I call. I text friends and family.
I seek clarity.
I discover clairvoyance that began as Insight.
Blessings
By Ayesha Karim
God has blessed me with so much.
A mother who is there for me,
A grandmother and a close knit family who love me,
Friends who I’ve shared my sorrows, successes and trials with;
Friends I can call on the phone go to the mall or catch a movie with. A cute guy named Mike who I am dating the first guy that treats me really good that I’ve been on official dates with.
Mike always pays on our dates.
I have been blessed to have my education especially beyond high school because of my Madness(mental illness) since I was fourteen.
I have an Associate’s degree and next May I will graduate from college with my Bachelor’s degree.
I count my blessings as the expression goes “(Count your blessings)”.
I the Poetess Ayesha Karim will become a known Poet and a children’s book author.
Esha's Haiku
by Ayesha Karim
fork knife spoon
fruit salad bread bowl
soup entrée dessert
(Assume I am at a dinner or at IHOP)
Asking the server for the check.
My heart swells with anticipation
every time I think of you;
it's overpowering, overwhelming,
I wonder if you feel it too?
My pulse and mind are racing...
I feel the edge is near,
I fall deeply and completely
and I wish that you were here.
You are half a world away from me,
now it's hard to breathe,
I cry out for your love;
it's such a powerful need.
My tears are hot and heavy,
I cry for what will be,
my love for you is pouring out,
it's burning up inside me.
I feel lost in this emotion;
it's so big I lose control.
I need you here to save me.
I need you to feel whole.