No sudden encounter in bright daylight Not even a glimpse in a dark rainy night No tender touch to inflame my senses Not even a smile penetrating my defences Just a short throaty message on my phone a few benign …
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Ascent
Cold air chills the metal in my spine
My head feels heavy, trying to align
Exhausted from yesterday and tomorrow
Adamant to spend ‘now’ without sorrow
I turn on the car keys, BBC blasts on
Obama or McCain, finance going down
Switch to a love song very intense
The lover’s craze, his desire immense
I think of You; my craze, my desire
every word of the song taking me higher
I see your beauty in the grace of the sky
I see Your birds seeming to say Hi
Driving heedlessly, oblivious of Route 80
singing to my God, crying in my gaiety
By the time Passaic arrive, a rebirth
Fatigue washed in tears, pain in mirth.
It maybe said that I drove to work
Only I Know that I ascended to work.
Alara
All poems subject to copyright 2018 Alara Azad
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isnt it. It makes you so vulnerable. It opens up your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. Neil Gieman
In my world of poetry There is no hypocricy It is for my heart only It is for your eyes only With your descent in me Oh ! this state of unity lufz become free My eyes can see Blazing …
Fake Tears
In the frenzy of departure
the luggage , the ticket, the passport
The flight number, the gate number
The rushed drive to the airport.
The final overhead announcement
Call for boarding the airplane
A sinking, drowning sentiment
In my young six year old brain
In the chaos of goodbyes
I saw her beautiful and tall
She finally turned around to me
after saying goodbyes to all
Would have been infinitely better
had she ignored me
casually, with indifference
had she left nonchalantly.
But alas ………..
She decided to cry fake tears
distorting her face usually proud
sobbing a little too loud
lame acting to convince the crowd
I knew her well, through and through
her abuses, her taunts, her dark fears
But that display of fake tears
clung to me for years and years
Today, I have forgiven her
Maybe she was overwhelmed
Maybe her guilt made her numb
I actually pity she felt ashamed
But those fake tears washed me clean
stripped me of all illusions and dreams
Knocked me in front of God supreme
Darker the night, brighter the stars gleam.
Alara