Rehan Hyder Poems

I’m in your backyard
Like a forgotten vine;
There, but “who cares”
My Iliad of “I love you”
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Joined in blood and ancestry to the
absurdity of your impetuous absence
are the cryptic crisscrossing lines
or the eddies of your detached dandelion
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I’ve decided I’ll grow daffodils
I’m wary of orchards in mind
I shall nurture them with manna of blood
And tears
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Long after the sheets have been wrung straight
And memories and magic of moments
Have escaped scampering
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I have captured it in an invincible fort of a teardrop
A face like shifting sand
Moving and taking shape
Of named and yet to be dibbed desires
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this time it fluttered so voraciously
that breath trembled; scampered to hide
underneath the satiety of fear
I turned to tarot of thoughts; palmistry
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[dedicated to the heartwarming mangrove forest that I intently watch every day from my 10th floor office window; fascination is still alive]

Size of their bellies indeed belittles
the mangroves thicket across channel;
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and why not I demand? why friggin not?
your smile may fall like a drop
from the washings hung
in an untouchable afternoon
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I thought I had enough
wad on my hands to comfort
Sufficient salinity in eyes
For a crying duet
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Shall I love you?
For liberating me
From desire of seeking you?
Since your “uhm”
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