subtle; rather muffled is the rustle
when hungering begging fingers
slide underneath haughty parting ones
there are funerals in mind
every time a hankering womb
accepts a latex alienation
a stranger steely hue
in the midst of olfactory indulgence
every shard averse to this aridity
so many a springs
swept under rug for fear of
“legitimate” autumns
your rustling arid dead endowments
humbling crippling crown
I wear this tiara of shame
for I exist in shadows
a spring swept under rug
superb rehan is ths really u? ? so sad nd deep good yara wit lv n care frm ur swtest fnd sumi :)
hmmmm.......sad sad very sad.. sleeping on the couch rehan, it seems voluntarily? => why so serious?
quite dark here Rehan...I love the second stanza...life heralds death in an unending cycle....nice one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exceptional work here, Rehan...Woeful grief, on bristling display...and each line movement...tight, crisp...and smooooooooothe! F j R 2009