Unworthy
In the darkest recesses of my moods,
When dusk glories and the sun shies,
When the strolls into darkness begin to rise,
When the earth lazes in its orbit and
The hint of a friend’s touch to soothe
Fails and soulful melodies refuse to purge,
I think of the bloody continent which once housed
Two girls and two loves, swelling with the souls
Of Iqbal and Ghalib and flipping nights of fear
Carelessly away with their hair,
Dreaming of breathing their essences into the spirits
Of the dying poets and seeking to live for
Not only each other and the love they shared,
But for their family of Islam, their people of Quran,
And of course the brotherhood of Pakistan.
In the darkest recesses of my moods,
When lyrics and poesies mock me and fly away,
Just out of my reach, and my mind reels off
Images of blood baths in weddings
Back home and the burning screams of the drones
My head churns and blends so fast, my brain
Bleeds into a yoghurt that you like strawberry pink
And I once liked spicy red.
I think of the two girls, safely tucked into the First World
And feeding off their dreams and what remains
Of their souls and essences. The two girls and their love
And their cherished hopes have all been sold
Into the material markets of the Developed world.
Since they evade their aims, words escape them.
In the darkest recesses of my moods,
When a slow released sigh into the silent ear
Fails to tickle and entice a smile,
When the peace of a bleeding sunset
Cannot calm the roaring storm,
When the heart aches to vent
And the fingers tremble to write,
Idioms and aphorisms, verses and mothered love
Refuse to bless me and I am left an empty ore
Unable to live, except perhaps by inhaling
And exhaling my existence.
this was initially supposed to be an attempt at a sonnet but then i got bored, heh, so now it\’s just a regular poem with an influence of the sonnet on its form i guess…
very bad ppl!
I think it’s good !
Sana, I know I promised to get to this today, but it doesn’t look like I am going to be able to give a detailed critique. I am so, so sorry. I will get to this ASAP.
Sana,
This is rough. Choppy, with multiple grammatical errors (unless I’m so rusted my judgment is imapired). However, once you clean this up, there are jewels here in my humble opinion (which is useless these days). Some good imageries and some good stuff.
Keep writing.