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The Uncaring Bastards

As the wind blew over the smoking embers,
The smells moved into homes-
Houses that stood by the ancient crematorium.
It's always crowded, so many people die these days-
We've even seen half burnt bodies,
There's no time to reduce you to ashes.
But we can purge you in other ways-
You can flow, (dead and burnt) through Ganges.
Or shall we top-up your fellow-being's grave
With your body, and let you disintegrate,
Together with another man's bones?
We can also, in full faith and silence, 
Submit you to the priest
Who sets up a luncheon of you, for scavengers.
Gone are the days, when we loved you enough 
To preserve you.
Now we're uncaring bastards 
Who were erroneously granted existence.
Birth without love, in death no solace...

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A Design of No Wit

A big bang has occurred
The boogie of creation recurred!

On a cord in a womb, 
Life revolves around it-
Or a lover’s tomb,
The mourner rotates around it.

This gyre spins from habit
It’s a design without wit.
My tongue wags profanities?
Then explain your inanities!

If love is not a gain,
Then, why its loss a pain?

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Hidden In the Recycle Bin

Hidden in the recycle bin, 
I found your resentment towards yourself-
To desire my love is no more, fine?
For your failure, you blame yourself,
And forgetfully, you forgive me mine?

We travelled together far in time
To the future, past and back in the now
Our stories, written together, yet so different-
Have you never wondered how?

When I said deadness, you heard boredom
I’m but a story-teller, lacking in wisdom!
Believing what was imagined, 
I forgot what I once believed-
That poetry was only an escape
That, to you belongs my soul-scape!

My present wasn’t a vain gesture
It was a submission of my soul
But life has a rough texture
It sure takes its toll…

Take this new surge of poetry
And take my life
For, the words are wont to buzz
Till my sun sets…or “Alzheimer’s” sets in!

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Jaded Partitions

Are you old and tired?
What are you waiting for?
The sun that rose for you every morning
Has left your termite-eaten, hollow walls- faded, jaded!
Yet you wake up every morning,
You brush your lone molar, twin canines!
What can you tear?
What’s left to chew?
 
Your sweetheart once,
Your heart’s rhythm,
Your love in youth, 
Your lover still,
Is weary too!
Yet, lies awake 
All night through.
Afraid to lose-
Her love to chance,
Hoping still,
For a chance to love.


Your pride is swollen,
But your love vacant
Your joints stiff
And your mind unbending…
Wake up from this gory dream
And let the fatigued walls collapse.
For, on the other side
Of this partition,
A symphony waits to explode,
Your waltz of love to enchant,
…and your union to freeze time!

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Our Hasty Future

I live in a compartment
It’s called an apartment.
Morning after morning
I step into an orifice,
Call it my office.
Who breathes here?
Who can taste lunch?
Suspicion’s the only hunch
Numbers, the chasers here.

Sunset is a distant memory,
I yearn to feel breeze on my face.
But the irreverent hands of the mighty clock,
They invalidate their own despotic laws.

Homes like hives
And restless lives
We are faceless cronies
And space less lovers
That come in breezily
And ebb out eagerly.
We breathe rapaciously
We dream hopelessly
Of times that will last
But O hasty future,
So soon you’re past.

Wait till I wake up
Stay till I feel
Read what I’ve written
And answer my appeal

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The Notion of Life

A wave, a brief moment
Meaningless, yet a torment.
Reams of burnt poetry
Streams of wasted tears.
A room thick with smoking notions
… full of choking emotions.
It’s a draft of man’s life story
Crammed with insane glory.
I’ve stepped on that edge
Tasted much of the noise-
Screeching, scratching
But never halting.

Woven by the eternal spider
Threatened by the moth,
That settles on the heart, 
Stupefies, electrifies…
Blocks, clogs, the keyhole of death
And the notion of life.

By Sumaya Khan

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Wishing This Was Nowhere

Shall we go somewhere,
will we meet somewhere?
Am I the one you saw, 
is this the face you showed?
I'm wishing this was nowhere, 
just like you're searching elsewhere.

While the hills sang the rain song
I built a home in my heart
And when the river rang its laughter
You wrote your masterpiece...
Our minds soared into the depths
Of a sky that wielded dark secrets
Of power over one another-
Of beauteous collapses of identities,
Of never weary desires.

Why didn't the frost dampen your words
And why was my sewing filled with flowery fragrance?
Why did our separate beds make so much warmth
And our silence such joyous chatter?

When you were asleep, I kissed your toes
Woke you up to your coffee,
Paid to our pension plan 
And worried over your corns...
But there's a hollow in my stomach
My day's work does not fill it
Nor my night, busy with dreams.
There's a hole in my soul-
Your wordy yarns don't patch it
My perfect stitches cannot darn it...

Shall we go somewhere 
Will we meet somewhere 
Am I the one you saw
Is this the face you showed 
I'm wishing this was nowhere 
Just like you are searching elsewhere!

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The Boundary of Existence

Deal us a pack of cards, and we'll build a house 
Leave us a legacy and we'll make ruins.

I stand upon the soul of my body
To stamp out even the dying spark ,
Retailing my love of beauty,
And buying more passion for pain...
Like the sparrow caught in a crevice-
The claw that holds it from falling
Is the one that's tearing away at its life.

Searching new pictures to define a new abrasion-
The love that refuses to loathe,
Festers to contain a mindless universe
In a burning, scalding, oozing wound-
The epicenter of sensation 
And the boundary of existence.