In the dark corner of the house adorned a crimson hued Tabrizi rug,
gifted to me as the wedding present, imported from the mountains;
of Hindu-Kush, embellished with poppy flowers and lovers’ passionate hugs
Violet borders bejeweled with a fine needlework of embroidered springs.
Especially handcrafted from the hands of a virgin maid with lofty desires
Intricately woven with the woolly knits and exquisite twisted golden wires
So how it became a constant companion in my otherwise blissful nuptial voyage
taking the shape and creases of my body in its crimson folds, so clairvoyant
We both grew to confide and embrace each other on moonless nights
During the dark nights I would hear vague cries and faint sighs
And would awoke by the silent sobbing and consistent choking sounds
The tormenting shrills one makes when inflicted with a fresh wound
After long desperate searches in the eerie neighborhoods in vain
I decided to hunt down the sniveling offender on a night when it rain
As I searched and rifled, discovered it came from the joints of the rug
Deep with in the sews of silverfish anklets and bangles, felt as if on high drug
Veiled and shackled a gaunt silhouette appeared in the woolen cracks
Thickened clots of cherry blood from bruised hands left its tracks
The sobbing sounds grew louder and a known voice pierced through
“My virgin hands intricately weaved the wires of gold and silver to woe
I dared to dance with my heart’s desire with men of different tribe
A misconduct for which I was to be buried-alive in sews and imbibe
Frozen embalmed in the embroidered joints I came back from death
When your warm saline tear cascaded in my mouth I finally took a breath”
We became lovers of sorts, embracing on moonless nights,
Fasted and prayed on our Tabrizi rug, shed tears, took gentle sighs
It became a seminary a refuge when her or mine master was around!
Until the inauspicious day of a long lunar month when we both were found
Castrated for our naked sins, she was burnt while I was forever hound!
Wow that was a very fine poem 😍.
You should publish your works as a book. You’re very talented.
Wow, that’s so kind of you to say, I’ve published one book and surely will take out another. I am glad dear that you liked it. I truly appreciate it. Regards
Extraordinary poem
Liked it very much
Thanks a lot I am glad you liked it! Appreciate it!
Thanks for your very kind remarks and reading out my work. I truly appreciate it.
Excusite …….such intricate detailing ….loved it
Thanks a lot Sakshi, I am glad you liked it. I truly appreciate it.
My pleasure 😊
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Exquisite* oops auto correct blooper
Damn beautiful. What a story teller you are. The story of the virgin maid weaved in a rug and the juxtaposition of your reflection in it, then finding solace only to be separated again from your own alter ego. I am at loss of words. Your talent is sublime, your words powerful and thoughts aberrant
Good morning !Thanks Shantanu for endowing such kind words and praises, I am really glad that you liked it. Appreciate it truly!
My pleasure always. Enjoyed reading it
Thanks a lot 🙂
Anytime 🌸🌸
Wat time u all get up, I still in the bed and may be for next couple of hours 🤭
Haha. I wake up early. Morning is my me time
Mine sleeping coz at night my daughter keeps getting up, and I literally end up sleeping on carpet and weave poems
Haha. How old is she. Btw it may be blessing in disguise for you weave gorgeous poem
She is 18 months, keeps waking up and sleeps in my arms so whole nyt this goes on
It won’t be for long. Once she is two she will sleep like a log. Enjoy the little bundle
Yes hopefully, fingers crossed!
Talking from experience. I have two kids 😊
Oh god how did you raise two, I struggle with one ha ha, my grandmother has 8 kids how? I mean just how they raise more than one
After the first one. It doesn’t matter. Besides the second one was taken care by the first one. I have 3.5 years of difference. 😊😊
Sounds comforting, I had my daughter just after few months of my marriage hence I wrote so many poems of freedom and emancipation from husband ha ha
Lol. I can imagine. Kids for sure gives an unmeasurable bliss that dwarfs any perceived lest freedom
Yep
So richly profound. Very nicely done!
Thanks a lot Bill for your kind words, I truly appreciate it!
My pleasure!!
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Oh my! This was so good..
Thanks Jaya for your kind remarks, I truly appreciate it!
Excellent gift🏆
Thanks a lot!
Wow! You’re poems are magical.
Thanks a lot Winnie, I am so glad that you liked it. Truly appreciate it!
You’re welcome, Tanya!
Forever hound wow
I am so glad you liked it! Truly appreciate it!
Thanks a lot! I am so humbled by your comments!
You are a natural storyteller with a poet’s soul, Tanya. What a magical story you weave here! 🙂
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When metaphors and rhyme play the game of seesaw, the scene is always picturesque. That’s what your poem portrays, Tanya.
Lovely!
I somehow knew this would end badly. You weave the tragic story beautifully.
Hi Dougherty thanks for taking out time and reading my work. I’m glad you liked it, I’ve always been drawn to supernatural and mystical stuff hence this narrative poem, also wished to highlight the plight of young brides in patriarchal cultures. Regards.
Yes, it’s a good theme to take on and I enjoyed the way you told it using traditional elements.
Thanks 🙏, truly appreciate your insight. Regards.
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good 👍
Merci 🙏
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