Having feasted past-midnight, PersianLaila got up lazily at the stroke of twelve. Wearing her sparkling tiara, she rose with a numbing headache resultant of a hangover, Caused by the left-over French champagne that she drank greedily from the China glass of her Benevolent master. Her master’s darling she occupied a special place in his cozy lap …
I grew up beyond the grey walls…. Walls that changed hues under varied spells, mama would strictly keep me inside. The thick silver parapets adorned tiny holes, black ashen specks from where I marveled at the cruel oddity of the world. A faded sepia of Papa hung at a crooked angle-tilted towards outside,shadowing other …
I aimed for the mountain top while rare florets ooze from the ground beneath me, I longed for the sparkling stars neglecting the lapis lazulis laying on the beds of the mighty rivers I craved to suckle on the heavenly nectar, while bees synchronized intricate combs in my backyard then when the dusk spread its …
The moment when your glance fell on me rivers of lust flew surging so many emotions opening fissures of my soul, but as I stretched my hand to feel the warmth of that glint, it evanesced into a fourth dimension, as I lay sunken in golden bed of desires, each cell in my body bathed …
When I die, do not cremate me lets not erect massive tombs or embellish any symbols, Let nature take its course. No one will weep or mourn Just abandon my body on The Towers of Silence of ancient Zoroastrians followers of Ahura Muzda. Scavengers will nibble, maggots will feast, worms will build their abode …
I ran naked midst tall elephant grasses breathless, gasping for some air in my emaciated lungs collapsing on the red Earth beneath. Alarmed by the blob of sounds oozing from the fissures, leaned and settled my left ear to listen to the heart-beats of my own unborn still floating in vast cores. Gentle pulsing sighs of life gone …
(This poem is a tribute to my mamma ( as I call her) for being an amazing mother, for raising two children single, working hard to put food in our hungry bellies, for loving us so much, for setting us free and fad away) Carried in warm waters of her womb for 280 days …
Me a speck of dust insignificant particle May be a believer or may be not…. Yet here I am…, here I am with topaz rays of the glorious Sun on my malformed face. Azure brook flowing gently through my blistered feet. Fluttering of crushed leaves, music to mine ears. Buzzing of bees, melody of fallen florets. …
Stolen glances missing beats those translucent moments, porous breaths evaporated in cheap sooty puffs of gas-station cigarettes, lungs choked of highway psychedelics, motel caffeine to measure vaccant hours of your casual neglect, I measure from puff to puff, smoke to smoke and make most of those empty hours, all while gazing at your sinful lips, marveling the …
Love a deceitful whispered silently in cold nights gently waking me from a self induced delirium, echos of those chatters and laughters, lingering on in some nights, for Love remains deceitful and dimpled lovers elusive , I humbly accept what my beloved offers knowing that price paid for few moments and sighs in love is much …