Phantasmagoria: (The Nightmare) Poem by Shahzia Batool

Phantasmagoria: (The Nightmare)

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O what a horrid dream that was!
(though not quite sure)
I found myself in an ancient tomb-
pyramid perhaps-
where reigned a mystery all around;
what a place it was!
yes a grave it was!
the terror of the atmosphere
ceased my thinking faculties...
when suddenly
my eyes were bound to see that scene:
in a box of glass-clear and clean
(from dust of time) i saw something...
but what was that much ugly thing?
a man perhaps?
and dead perhaps?
O what was that?
was he moving?
yes he was!

And then changed
that gruesome vision...
HE was back to life again
to rule, to kill, to fight again-
I found Him couched on a gold throne
placed on human skulls and bones;
He was dressed in a pharoah's dress
o yes, infact, He was a pharoah
everybody there was harrowed.
people were so mute and dumb
on hearing the sound of beating drums.
And who was that?
O goodness heart! yes, that was I
in stranglehold of iron chains,
in endless pain'''
His court was full of savage creatures-
men perhaps...
with frightened, dismal, downcast eyes.
and then I heard
the shrill voice of kingly man;
but what He ordered to His slave
was greek to me...
then suddenly
the sound of drums grew more intense-
and then...O God! ! !
a tall and savage slave,
whose eye-balls threw the flames of fire,
raised an odd but savage slogan
came to me...
drew his bare and deadly sword
and raised his giant-like hands
to cut my head...
I tried to cry:
O goodness heart!
help me in distress my God!
have mercy God!
I cried
and wept
and prayed to him:
just spare my life
don't cut my head,
don't take my life...

Aye what is this?
who pressed my head
and fingered hair with gentle love?
My gracious Maa?
yes, no one else but gracious Maa...do i live?
O yes I do-
am I saved?
O yes i am...
that slave with deadly sword was gone...
thank goodness the dream was gone...
and I am in my mother's room,
free of horror, free of gloom...
my dear Maa!
my gentle, kind and loving Maa!
give your blessed hand again!
take me in your lap again!
thank God
I am back again...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valsa George 01 July 2013

A poem of absorbing interest Shahzia! ! From 'dust of time' a mummified pharoh emerged into life to command and condemn a group of slaves cringing and crouching before regal insolence! When his sword was drawn out to behead, you found yourself in the protective hands of your beloved Ma! Who else will be so readily available in moments of peril and distress like a mother... love incarnate!

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Dave Walker 14 March 2012

An amazing poem, a fantastic write.

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Gordon Tseng 12 January 2012

I guess I have just experienced the nightmare with your dramatic words. O.K., now. Sit back and relax. Read mine and, cheers! Have a Cup of Coffee by the Harbor in the Rain Passing through long green tunnels again and again, She comes back to this blue green bay by a small train To free her pink adventure from his dull grey chain, And have a cup of black coffee in the harbor’s white rain.

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Indira Babbellapati 02 January 2012

dreams...nightmares...ah, what surreal world we live in for a fraction that occupies the rest of life!

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Saadat Tahir 01 January 2012

Absolutely beautiful.....made me bleary eyed.... the hallmark of a top class poem and poet! to be able to move you with the rhythm and aura… written and conceived very well indeed. Although Kafkaesque, dark and foreboding fills the poem...the catharsis comes as a welcome respite and in spite of its length; the poem becomes so readable so human...it reaches out and touches the heart with an intensity that flamed from the giant slaves eyes… Thanx for this rare treat. :) …. Be happy

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