Tiny bleeding feet on life’s broken dreams In the shadow of an aspiring society queen Pelted by stones of her despair Told that pain for girls is fair Protected by a shell, bred on hopes and fear Strengthened by …
Tag: love
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 …
A wish
Wish I was a birdie Who lived on a tree Overlooking your room In the light of full moon Watching you sleep As long as I pleased undisturbed, aimlessly What fun wouldn’t you agree? Wish you were a unicorn …
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
Art of nothingness
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 …