Not the innocence in his eyes Nor the tenderness of his voice Not his Intelligent mind Nor that smile sublime Not the fullness of his lips Nor the swagger of his hips Not his humor understated Nor his humility deep …
Author: Ambreen Ahsan
Tribute to Jon Koum
Pressing the ‘on’ button sliding to unlock Whatsapp’s green icon An addicts last stop Down to that name and a line under that Thirsty eyes ascertain ‘last seen today at….” Like a whiff of fresh air Like a …
A Poor Husband’s Tragedy
Poor, poor, poor me still working in New York City Jiggly man boobs, shriveled pee Aching shoulder, aching knee. Poor, Poor, poor me I am a simple man you see Netflix with movies for free A daily home cooked …
Minimally Displaced
The drops of water in ocean waves, Move in little circles in one place Energy flows as waves begin, grow and fade But drops within remain minimally displaced. These huge waves linear in time, leave water drops barely moving …
“I” House*
“I” House, a mansion “I” treasured with concrete walls of pain and pleasure Roof, a dome of social conformity Furnished with rich rules and hypocrisy Marbles of fear lining the floors A large guilt painted entrance door drapes of religion …
Rhythm
My stethoscope on a tiny fragile chest A rhythm, a music at its very best so subtle, so soft , so far away drowned in voices so loud and gay If only I could hear all heart beats near would …
Delirium
Looking for clouds under my pillow or sunshine in full moonlight looking for rainbows in my closet or stars in bright daylight Looking for dignity in stacks of cash or beauty in magical concoctions looking for image in layers of fashion …
Arrow
After a long day of patient after patient I lock the front door,clinic now vacant On toes so sore in high heeled shoes I carry my corpse to the rhythm of blues. I close my eyes , my silence amplifies …
Awareness
Islam was a vehicle
to reach and love God
Muslims made it a pinnacle
and the vehicle became God
Yes, religion can be spiritual
raising you above yourself
Like pain can be instrumental
Crushing you below yourself
Like love can be psychotic
pushing you besides yourself
Like beauty can be hypnotic
pulling you beyond yourself
Above , below ,beside, beyond,
Whatever route to reach that ground
So clean, so pristine, so unbound
Where awareness in all its glory dawn.
Alara
All poems subject to copyright 2018 Alara Azad
Farewell
I thought you were my divine call I thought my souls was part of yours Never had I felt such affinity electric, galvanic, mystic chemistry I babied my sacred desire I nurtured my blessed flower cocooned in my parallel …