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Foresight

In the midst of a field

Maybe if the universe gave me a chance
or time did, to keep my wheel of life running
my heart would still pray, to time again
to keep the one I love, to hold my hand
by my side, till time does its duty.

I would watch, leaning on his shoulders
generations of the future, spinning galaxies
and turning time around their wrists, running
along the path, that unfolds like a carpet
opening portals to newer, stranger things.

I would curate the memories made, and recover
the ones lost, at times and tides tempestuous
make plaques and statues out of them, and
finally, a temple in which my children would come
and make themselves owners, to these memories, lost.

I would forever, keep doing this, till I’m tired
till my heart is tired, till my soul stretches out
to the golden thread of salvation, weaving
a fabric of age and the final time, shrouded
over what will be left of me, a feeble human body
till I’m contented with what I’ve become, and
slowly disappear like a mirage, fade away, for
the future child to spin my stories someday.

(from ‘MUSINGS OF A SPEARHEAD’- to be published)

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The Children’s Way

We forget the days of

Our ambiguous bodies.

Young frames, stretching

Away from the weight of gravity.

We were aware of neither

Death nor life,

Thus words of dislike

Would not yet cling to us,

Like labels.

We were too young.

Too unaware of the words

They said.

If only, for our mind’s sake, Continue reading The Children’s Way

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beti

Maa makes a salan for each son

because they like different things

 

but the beti needs to learn to make her own food

kyun ki uski age pe shaadi aur bachey hotey hain

 

larka jaan per be jaiy, jaise bi rai

maa ankh band karke osko kabi kuch boley gi nahi

 

beti aik galti kare

uski izzat zaban per aja ti hai

 

the sons can go out and party get a girl pregnant

but they’ll still be able to move on and find a good girl to marry

 

the girl stays out a bit later than 8 pm

might wear a t-shirt,

and the whole mohalla is calling her a slut, saying she’s no longer a virgin

 

truth is

we don’t love our girls as much as our sons

 

truth is

you have failed us girls

 

truth is

us girls are tired of walking on eggshells

of being thrown around, walked all over

and expected to have sabr

 

kehte hain betiyaan sab se bari rehmat hain

toh aaj hum ko kyun torey ho

 

Picture Credit: @thepakistanimarthastewart

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A dance in the dark

Now I find myself dancing
to the frantic beat of my heart
at the threshold of judgment
desperate for a figment of
something positive, warm
but realise that I’m shackled
by cynical negations, galore.
Here demons wear masks
of noblemen and kings
and brandish their swords
Continue reading A dance in the dark

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Broken bones.

He graced me with a perfect smile upon his face

As he placed the most magical kiss lips can taste

Mending all my broken bones together

His presence couldn’t be detained by any weather

All of the bullet wounds surrounding my heart

Reminding me of the way I fell apart

Love will send your mind spiraling in the dark hours of the night

Reminiscing on all of the times you had to put up a fight

Demanding for him to stay

Yet all they tend to do is begin to run away

That is why our magnificent kiss haunts me in my dreams

Sadly love never is the way it seems

As much as I hoped this time would be different

I know deep in my core that it isn’t

I watch as the spot in my driveway remains empty

As you continue to love on plenty

Leaving them wondering deeply in their souls

Why their minds were left souring from their control

They fell for your same tricks

That you applied just as smoothly as the kiss you placed upon my lips

I knew I should of ran from the start

My mother always told me I was smart

I still am baffled in the way you managed to get under my skin

Why do people like you always have to win?

But I have learned my lesson this time around

As the scars you left on me are no longer profound

I will soon be ready to love again

As I no longer view my broken bones as a sin.

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Queen Day

Personified Flower Fit for A Queen

(queen of the people)

 

Queen of the damned

baleful, dingy

first name Anne

young and stingy.

Stoic to her thoughts

elated for her desires

has trudged and fought

her share of liars.

Attended many weddings

gawked from the sides

cuddled in different bedding

never a bride.

Spry when she speaks

guides the lost

pities the freaks

never been crossed.

Comfortable on her throne

she’s merry

delves in the unknown

feasting on her red berries.

 

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The Aftermath by Samihah Pargas

I often wondered if you were as sad as I was after you walked away. It pained me to say that perhaps you were not, and one day I had to let my hope dissipate. This is where I walk now, on the road taking me further away from you and any dreams I held onto. I stopped by the ocean for a while and tried to drop your name into the water, but I might as well have drowned myself because you were still inscribed all over me. Continue reading The Aftermath by Samihah Pargas

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Indomitable Woman

that badass Black Queen
fluttered across those keys,
matching the grooves of her
scars, the heart of her art
beaming at war

scaling buildings of thought,
mauling the gaul of contention,
shattering mirrors of sought
insecurities & indecision

skipping across the creamy
dusts of nebulas, tapping
the tips of her toes on
starry mists. Continue reading Indomitable Woman

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blk woman/holy woman

( photo by graham hunt via unsplash )

blk woman.
holy woman.
more soil than flesh—
hips shaking in the juke joint woman.
sunday morning high notes with
pot liquor and cornbread woman.
mothering woman.
chasing love in a field,
turning more scar than flower—
more, never less than woman.
yet, still seeing god woman.
you are here woman.

—you are holy, black woman

 

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Apologies

The world heard your sorrowful apologies
the one with the tears
how you truly meant it wouldn’t happen again

 

I heard the lies
I heard the sorry that really was saying
I really don’t mean any of this crap
I just don’t want to look like the bad guy
I really meant to do all that shit
and I will continue it

 

Because we both know
you hated for anyone to
tell you what to do

 

I heard your plastic words
I heard you slither
I felt the stab with every
pathetic apology of yours

 

I heard your abuse
I heard your ego crush a bit
I heard you fake cry
I heard you lie

 

I heard the true you
through the mask

 

I heard what I was trying to quit

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freedom song – Rico (@panafrico)

lets saddle dragonflies tonight,
through the whistling winds
that sing the songs of life
we’ll sail until the dawn arrives,
rest your eyes, lean upon me, and enjoy the ride
on my fancy dragonfly,
we’ll soar until our shadows die,
if they ever ask fantasy’s our alibi
they have to understand a mans dream
is what keeps him alive
once upon a time
i surfed a tear my mother cried
and invited her unto her own perception of paradise,
nowadays i journey others on this pretty fly,
come take a hold of these reins and give it a try
i flew many a slave out the pain of those cotton fields,
honestly my crazed adventures could of got me killed,
but look me in the eyes,
tell me freedom ain’t worth dying for,
its exactly what we’re fighting for,
and until the fight is won we’ll above the war,
delving in our fantasies, just you and me,