Sonnet 269

Sonnet 269

Show me not the scarlet seal of belonging on your part,
I have won many a greater things with my heart!
I can smell the fragrance of your cascading locks,
driving me insane like a magma rock!
My emptiness keeps getting amplified,
though the opposite is an illusion in human life!

    

I have had my fill of crooked social ways,
too engrossed with the days ahead but not the coming year;
indifferent until one’s own-self is betrayed
and then it is nothing less than an all out war!
Now I have wiped my hands and the sparks too been left behind,
I swear by the Pacific of your probing eyes!

   

Do you see that curve, up front, splitting away like a snake,
there let us part our ways with a silent smile and a stooping shake!

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Missing Poetry

Missing Poetry
Watch and Listen to a Reading of the Poem.
[Forewords]: Regretfully, since starting the channel @ The Lone Wolf Creations, I have not been able to write poems at all. Here are some words I just wrote while brooding over the fact. After all, as a poet, no act of creation makes me feel more complete than the act of writing a poem.

Am I officially single now, a celibate?
Where are the words, the sole love of my life?
O my dear syllables, how I miss your throbbing gaits
on our bed, discolored pages, once white!

And I miss playing with your minute phonemes as well,
through my fingertips, throbbing even more
at the sheer bliss of heaven while being in a hell,
that is what creation feels like to my core!

So, please show me your countenance, my dear poetry,
for I have sought you like the whirling waters seek
the comfort of an ocean in their destiny
as they keep falling down from a blue mountain’s peak!

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© Amit Rahman, 27 August 2016

The First Cause

The First Cause
Dedicated to Ruth

 

Though I have only sowed the seeds of dream,
I end up reaping nightmares all the time!
Perhaps cruel Fate has ordained my life so
but it has also willed me to become
soft as water, so I can only rise
when one tries to push me down a rabbit hole!
Is it a curse or a blessing in disguise?
My honest answer is, I do not know!
    

I have sought the answer from the mountains
of the world, some a silent witness to
rise and falls, stretching across millennia
while some, the very birth of humankind
and their exodus from the motherland
but they remained as silent as they were!
So I hurled the question to the oceans,
that are more ancient than the mountain peaks,
so they might have said something in response
but their words were drowned in the cleaving groans!
    

Once the earth has failed thus to answer me,
I shifted my focus to the heaven’s eyes,
all those twinkling diamond specks that you see
across the vast, cloudless hood of the night!
One of them, almost as old as the universe,
took pity and said this, in soft, audible whispers,
“O brave soul, your efforts deserve a loud applause
but you’ll know the truth only if you can find the First Cause!”

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Whispers And Sighs

Whispers And Sighs

Through the wind an ocean whispered to me,
as heavy clouds of rain those whispers came
and spoke in touch to my wet and bare skin,
I smelled the distant whiff of brine in them.
   

From far south they arrived to my humble land,
an ancient spot of green, hidden amid
this dense forest of concrete, wood and sand,
with borders and laws, a true sovereign.
   

With their whispers spent, I refilled the clouds
with empty sighs and a longing to be
where the ocean is and turned them around,
asking them to come, the following year, to me.
   

But O, clouds only speak with what they have inside,
so they answered me with some long and empty sighs!

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