Old sorrows return
years of re-runs still bruise me
ghosts I cannot hush
appear and glint in the dark
insignificant yet loud
I re-track to ask—
why did it unfold that way
what should I have done-
the past provides no answer
only revives of my doubt.
closure is a myth,
no band-aid can seal the wound
karma has no plot
the past is never prompted
the present no curtain call
better to own up—
it's not solved, over, done with
embers in ashes
needs care not to kindle them
go on with and without them
yet still I linger,
hand clutching unknotted threads—
I want to let go
but echoes cling like cobwebs
and knots retie in my grip
Categories:
unknotted, angst, anxiety,
Form: Lyric
I thought, like a net unknotted, puzzles would be solved.
With the question, 'Who am I? What's the purpose of my life?
I was wrong. Like the palbeu, no one knew where knots revolved.
Each question, like thorns midst blooms, had anxiety and strife.
Like winter after fall, when war ends, roguery begins.
Uncertainty, like unexpected earthquakes, surfaces.
Emptiness and self-contamination rise like past sins.
Absurdity and nullity erase life's purposes.
People commence their expeditions and never return.
Journeys begin in merriment, and with mourning, they end.
With writes of fate on each one's head, what can humans discern?
Many are kith and kin; but when times are thin, there's no friend.
If everything ends with death, what's, then, existence about?
Do I have an endless life? This is the soul-swaying doubt.
Categories:
unknotted, conflict, confusion, death, life,
Form: Sonnet
Musk Powers
When the stars are overcast in a shadow of darkness
And the aromatic wind is blowing your musk powers
I'm chilled when it wafts through my unknotted hair
My body tingles feeling your first touch
My feet are cold as if the blood is drained
My every thought is bogged with your brawny looks
Can't think straight as our fingers twine into each other
Slowly but surely you fill my thoughts with a million dreams
Your hot whispers make my lips tremble
My face turns upwards to you expectantly waiting
As raindrops drizzle away my musings leaving me in cold shiver
Balveen Cheema
December 8, 2015
Contest: Night Time Musings-1
Sponsor: F. J. Thomas
Categories:
unknotted, dream, emotions, hair, how
Form: Free verse
A person asks a question
Simply looking for a fact,
And then appears surprised to hear
The answerer react.
For what he meant within his mind
Was not what was received;
A harmless query somehow’s got
The questioned one quite peeved.
It isn’t only Venus-Mars
For gender’s not to blame,
As words are often twisted,
Adding fire to a flame.
A simple explanation
Often sets intentions right;
Ignoring such solutions
Sets the stage up for a fight.
The remedy is obvious
But not an easy task:
With knickers still unknotted,
Take your doubts in hand and ask.
Categories:
unknotted, introspection, people,
Form: Rhyme
Shelf life of lights
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A thoughtful commentary on the shelf-life of sunshine
flares up on the kitchen; here her quick hands have been
getting pickled and spicy, with each turns of time she’s spent.
Days are, of course, growing thin; like her little family
which has been unfastening. Son has gone to the town;
his dad has lost appetite; the vegetable patch’ve dried.
She looks at the brown cat, it seems to attain bodhi.
The salty air teases her hair, unknotted it.
“You look great.” The wind’s accent, slightly slurry, comes inside.
It reminds her of youth, insouciant, innocent.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Categories:
unknotted, allegory, art, caregiving, dedication,
Form: I do not know?
Realistic Dreams (A Ghazal)
Tempting, do those eyes an invite wake
The gradual lay by low in dreams regret.
We carefully unrobe whilst orbs cement
The residue on wakening each sense.
Unknotted do the fumblings of caress
Indulge so loosely bound on satin sheets.
I bleed to death each pondering of a whim
It holds a severed heart so slow, the beat.
It lingers while this love sustains as time
And sleeps while we awake no time at all.
Together in the lucrative of oils,
So slight! Does skin on skin so slight collide.
And independence wilts as two converse,
While body language molecules disperse.
There's a full moon in a serenade approach
As we silhouette a variety of turns.
Allah! Spread the cape, conceal our bond
The sanctuary our climax urges on.
Sweetness as our culmulative peace becomes,
A disappearing act in dreams' pursuit.
Categories:
unknotted, love, urdu,
Form: Ghazal
Tempting, do those eyes an invite wake
The gradual lay by low in dreams regret.
We carefully unrobe whilst orbs cement
The residue on wakening each sense.
Unknotted do the fumblings of caress
Indulge so loosely bound on satin sheets.
I bleed to death each pondering of a whim
It holds a severed heart so slow, the beat.
It lingers while this love sustains as time
And sleeps while we awake no time at all.
Together in the lucrative of oils,
So slight! Does skin on skin so slight collide.
And independence wilts as two converse,
While body language molecules disperse.
There's a full moon in a serenade approach
As we silhouette a variety of turns.
Allah! Spread the cape, conceal our bond
The sanctuary our climax urges on.
Sweetness as our cumulative peace becomes,
A disappearing act in dreams' pursuit.
Categories:
unknotted, love, urdu,
Form: Ghazal