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Mahadhir Bin Monihuldin Poem
He
platonic as can be
only love
in his mind
enters passion's
room, unknowing of the
lust
contained in whom
was tempted by the door
as shoulders stroke
lightly
She
restrained by civility
now freed by passion
has indecent thoughts
gushing, body parts
flaring, her wet
tongue pouring
she stalks towards him
on a prowl for her meal
skin dragged by
desire
pulling her
inch by inch
He
gradually feels
tender hands
seductively slithering
from his back
by his arm
then his chest
to his abs
and his waist
he moans
in sheer pleasure
enticed
he turns to her
weak and limp
yet firmly erect
She
inhales his violent kiss
melts from
searching fingers seeking
sex
heart beating out
of her breast
pants desperately for
air
never so eager is she
to be violated
head to toe
He and she
remove frantically their
sinful clothes
distressed as
milliseconds go by
untouched
uncared
unspoiled
genitals await fulfillment
of purpose
passion
grows more intense
and
at last
They
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Mahadhir Bin Monihuldin Poem
For each today in all the days of forever
Time has ordained it inevitable
The blue sky will blacken till darkest night
And the hour of sin will fall before us
Full becomes the well of knowledge
With blood and alcohol brimming over
Or so it is warned ever so persistently
By news reports and loved ones who care
Along with tales of haunting, non existent myths
Which torment solely through imagination
How could it be that one can be blind
To the evil that looms in the absence of the light?
But yet
The night beckons
And I only see contentment
Lurking in the void of infinite darkness
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The holy sermon reverberates
across the mosque
I see rowdy boys in uniform fooling
They gather in cliques at the back row
And what radiates from their vicinity
an aura, that makes the lord's home
akin to a playing ground
where ungodly names are tossed around
sounds of trivial chatter, left and right
just an exasperating game
of hitting and shoving thy neighbours
The will of God, present,
in this place of worship
Fear coerced these idle men
scattered on Persian rugs
sitting with legs crossed
head on their wobbly hand, dozing off
Their body would jolt
awakening their sleep
to which they will tell themselves
the presence of body excuses
the absence of mind
as long as the depths of hell
is always dim in thought
And so they relapse into deeper slumber
The preacher expounds the
divine signal
These words means it's time
for movement to be commanded
Never have I understood
what they were meant to say
But oh have I memorized what
I am to do
Thus, I raise my hands
high to the empty sky
posture my palms towards my face
murmur words that make no sense
and just follow what everyone else is doing
Anyway
I'm off to pray
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A glorious dawn it was that once gleamed with
The radiance of hope from the yonder
Although, you think to yourself
How pleasant would it have been, if only
It wasn't the hope that appears falsely
The kind of hope
That puts despair in disguise
To prey on victims left nothing to expect
You channel all your blame to the other
Unaware that it is you, the self
Who had summoned it clean
And you, the self
Made it vile from not making
Now all that is left
Are forsakened remains
Of that which hope
Has brutally clawed out of you
Nonetheless
As your insides feed the swarming vultures
Conviction heeds to your desperate call
And foolishly, you begin
Hoping
That you will soon rise again!
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