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Unleash the wings of poesy

Dear Comrade

~ Khaled KM ~ Leave a comment

Oh My blissful companion! How meaningful now this life is!
Essence in each and every thing by His Craft
But ludicrous I seem, dexterously moving the Sun and the Moon
Like Atlas at last be fettered forever on the east end of Earth

Oh Speak! My coy mistress of eternal silence
Is it the biggest blender to be the greatest of all attributes!
Why envy even He, known as all sufficient for mankind,
Yet to learn enduring my excellence.
On the quest of conquest, Homer deems me as Odysseus’ father
In the battle of cleverness, will enslave Plato on the day of debate

Oh Hear! My bare bondless brother!
Myself, the king of all and everything on and above
The helm of History writes me each pages in every ages
Of my avaricious, serenely slaughtered bunch of Corinthians
Thus dare not they to disobey my commandment
Consulted Pythia for the art of shearing souls smoothly
And seduced Tyro the Thessalian princess in the game of thrones

Killed many a times to preserve my hubristic rules
For Hospitality, never ever be my cup of tea
My warmth hostile to the hosting upset Him
Nevertheless, Thanatos chained by my deceptive decency
Persephone sympathized by my crocodile tears
Tricking even the gods in thier own goddoms
Angered Him to wrack me on the facade of Corinth.

Here chained I am as infant with uncut cord.
But with absolute pleasure trudging from the steep
After rolling thou over this Nature’s hunchback.
Wherever thou slide and glide whether on ground or summit
Its height not even be nearer to test my might.
As if a penalty, sentenced to push each other
Till the Meteors and the Earth crash together

Foresee! Wise philosophers at the end of civilization
Find me
Become me
Oh My soulless stone! Life is absurdly beautiful isn’t it!

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Ode to Poppy Tears

~ Khaled KM ~ 4 Comments

Like a petty star laying over the Neptune
The flower flowering upon you, my everybody’s moon
Dews on your cheeks is the milk of Heaven
I drunk deep the dews over-driven

Drugstore of your leafy wet lips’ each kiss cured my pain
And never let me and my torpid mind loiter in vain
Your love-making through my nerves elevated me in ecstasy
And serenely spelled my psyche rest in fantasy

You stole the muse I had once
And placed yourself over there since
The seeds that sowed on the lawn of my brain
Never be reaped without reasonable rain

Is there any poet has ever become great without your consent?
What a mighty lurky demon, in truth, do you represent?
Is it you the la belle dame sans merci, My Keats warned
And dragged himself into the misery state of mind after everything earned?

No complaint, We traveled tour over Xanadu in merry
But why fortook My dear Coleridge to Hades at last in hurry
I loved floating around the million stars by your company
But now, no longer, wish to live in devil’s harmony

Leave me for I readily sacrifice even my treasure of fame
As I do not want anymore to be tame

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CUT OPEN A PAPAYA

~ Azhar Al-Hassan ~ 1 Comment
OBSESSION SYMBOLISED!



CUT OPEN A PAPAYA

Cut, open a papaya.
The seeds are you in my brain
Each is you and every neuron.

The black seeds are black board
Your name is written
Class room door left open

In every emergence of  your evocation
Comes cool breeze
The letters freeze

I overwrite again and again —
Dwindling as a chalk pen
The cool breeze moisten

The letters,
Causing me trouble:
It became unrubbable

My tears not enough
To make the duster wet
It’s a threat! It’s a threat!

My system alarms:
Malware found!
It’s too late. So strong is bond.

It says
“Disk format
Or keep it corrupt”

It’s like
“You want your memory
Or amnesia?”  Misery!

BUFFET TO STARVING

~ Azhar Al-Hassan ~ 3 Comments
My Buffet
Out of passion

BUFFET TO STARVING

I wrote like eating buffet out of passion
I sipped the soup out of your mouth.
To set the mood, get appetized.
Starters, lovely: I pick one by one, all veg:
The meat balls, the chick’s leg and thigh,
The unbarbequed steak of flesh with a button
And finally the whole undulating mermaid of a fish.
Unlike starters, the main course available here,
To the contrary, is just two in which I chose one.

For the Blazing blazons of starters
And panegyry of main course
You were the reason ofcourse.
Slowly I rejoice every morsel
Filling, burping, filling, burping
Water, now and then to lube.
I eat for body and eat for soul.
Nutrition to body, satisfaction to soul.
I eat body and I eat soul.
Your literal body and your unmatchably tasty soul.
The food, I am the food to you for
My starvation quenches your hunger.
The food, you are the food to me
To keep the libido running for pages.

Does even the immortal ink drains to crack?
Cause I’m deserted before the desserts
And no more buffet here after!
I wrote buffet out of passion.
Now out of hunger, Out of passion.

The Cut of Cord

~ perennialmuse ~ 6 Comments


He, the admirer of my imperfections!
Never ever my days are bloomed without him_
And, his every night has never missed my lyrical lullabies
Ever to give its ears to hear.

My imperfections helped me
To shape him out with perfections.
I did, I did it! yes! passionately I shouted inwardly.

Years passed.
Now,
The umbilical cord has been severed!
He introduced me into his family,
‘His’, yes, he cheerfully welcomed ,”Here, My family Mom”.
I got understood well that My Son has become a Man.

My world is ‘He’,
But, in His world ‘I am NIL’.

Spending life in orphanage,
By thinking of the past and with
The bliss in imaging how He would be, now,
just grown or full-grown man?
during this 15 years of separation.

The pain of separation is tormenting me,
Taking me near the end.
I still firmly believe in that he would arrive
Ensuing my death to do the essential rites.

At last!
The charioteer of dreams, Time has brought my son
In front of me for one last-time.
Bed-Ridden me:
Difficult to breathe,
Trying to utter a word_
With my Son, the Sun of my life.

I reminisce, by stuffing my pupil with his presence,
Those special 10 months for every mother-to-be.
He dwelt in my womb where
He was stayed for 10 months. And, did
Some mischievous movements and unforgettable kicks.
Rare kind of jubilation I felt from
Whatever He had offered when He was inside me.

The best Of me offered,
Beyond the best is,
He to me.

The coward heart has no guts to beat anymore,
To see the tears in his eyes
even with my blurring eyes.

O!! How can I bear that the reason for his pain is me?
He is the treasure who came from me,
How can I let him feel the pain?
Heart of mine has been torn before it gets halted
by seeing his tears.

The muted ears boosted up with
The lullaby he has sung for me,
To have an interminable Sleep.
It is the one, His favourite,
It is the one, I used to sing,
Till when he was around five.

Sensing gratefulness to have
Him as My Son,
My eyelashes are gradually hugging together.

His voice is a pain killer to me,
My Grief-filled heart cannot tolerate,
The sin of being the cause of His painful tears.
So, nothing more to do,
As a retribution, I myself hold my breathe.
Blessed to be His mother…

The few seconds before
When all getting black in vision,
He is the last image fallen into my eyes.
Feel the Peace after the successful penalty,
Death greets me and avow:
The buried Love of your son
is what spouting as tears by him for you.

Death trumpets:
“Mother is pawning her whole life
To Death to raise her offsprings;
and, as well,
Every Father has sold his soul out
To God to fulfil his offsprings’ requisites”.

  • Aswini Sivadasan

Muse

~ Khaled KM ~ 4 Comments

I – My Faerie Child : A Monster’s Elegy

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Born out of my chaotic forehead which occupied with only sore thoughts
But she as a fairy child flying over cattles in the nature’s favourite spots
Mermaid of the Arabic Ocean, Angel of the Arch of Heaven are the composure of her flourishing face, I reiterate
Fell crying in deep dilemma for this God’s gift to monster
Till her feathery touch on my cheek left my ignorant wild eyes moisture

Her gleaming capsules blossom thousands of flowers in the backyard berth
Purple flower on her head creates the Heavenly picture on the earth
Curling my fingers around she talks language strange
Cuddling her close to my crude chest leaves my race nature melange
My Demonic voice singing chordless lullaby for her consolation
I love thee Papa! she indicates is my infinite life’s completion

In The Game of Blindfolds-Catch, sometiems I win sometimes I lose
For her splendid smile captivates my soulless body in calaboose
blindfolded, I smiled catching the sound of her light footsteps, the tune of her earrings, the raga of her chuckle
All these kept me following on the same route on foot to catch my lifetime miracle

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Sudden strange darkness heavily trampled over my skull nerves
Her scarce silence frenzily screamed over my owl ears
The sense of her missing numbed my hideous heart Instant
Heaven help! I cried tracking down her lavenderous scent
Helpless I, to unfold my eye which wept bleeding without sigh

Horror! Horror! was the echo of my mind’s reverie
Running scared hands floating on air after my fairy
Tottering cold hands seeking her finger-buds to mingle
grisly ears sobbing to hear her glady giggle
Falling on ground side-cheeked without any hold
Exceedingly flowing tears loosened the malevolent fold

Collapsed eyelids opened up praying it as her mischievous tricky cheat
Breathing lips grambling her name repeatedly repeat
Looking heads-up, horrowly witnessed mourning dim moon
Beside the tiny purple flower kissing her name engraved on a malicious tombstone

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II – The Monster’s Wrath : An Incursion To Underworld

In Agony, roaring vocal threatened the nocturnals pray for dawn
Ironfist rapidly smashing the jaw of deadly Underworld Dons
Furiously burning meteor eyes scared Hellfires to whining
My volcanic wrath melted the Charon’s skin to shining
Caries teeth of ruthless Cerberus bathed in blood
Snivelling nose threw flames all over the Hermes’ slood
Glaring eyebrows challenged the King of Death in his own Den
Blasting muscles unleashed my rampage rush madden

Annoyed Hades hastily wielded his helmet, The Helm of Darkness
Perplexed Persephone held him to discuss the rationale of my rudeness
The Queen of Underworld saw through my malignant eye’s grief
And spell my weary physic to gently travel asleep
Herself, the daughter of Demeter, she perceived my labour
Then gracefully caressed my forehead return to sober

My Fairy ! I cried out waking amidst the judges
On dias, the devil’s disciples scorning at me with grudges
Fisting the floor frantically trembled the Tartarus’ roof lose durable
Uproaring her name thousand times distrusted thunderbolt its inviolable

III – Persephone’s Empathy : The Resurrection

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Chained by Queen’s compassion surrendered my vigorous stem
Against my own nature, begged humanly on knee before them
Mothering her everyday battened my sloth soul feel kindness
Protecting her over mine made me her fatherly figure in vileness

The merciless heart unconditionally pleaded
The fluidless blood clingingly bleaded
Like a snagged fish dragged out of water, suffocating without her omnipresence
Witnessing a monster’s incursion for a fairy child stunned the juries of compresence
At length, The Queen’s outcry struck them to look back in wonder
And commanded aggressively to undo the brutal blunder

Sudden Heavenly fragrance of lavender in Hell penetrated my snout
Sound of light footsteps, tune of earrings, raga of chuckle stirred my mind blackout
Like a shimmering Plum Diamond among limestones, she lively moved aside from the dead
My languishing legs knelt down in tears of joy with the bowing head
Showery rainbow light dashed the terrific dark of underworld to leisure
And had Persephone feel her first ever heartbeats in pleasure

Like a flightless little dove walk, My Little Angel ran towards me making her giggly sound
Hell fell in bewilderment looking at her fairy arms hugging my gory neck around
She hugged tight not to get lost ever again
I promised not to let this unbearable pain come again
Bended before the Goddess for enduring the treason
To empathetically bestand resurrecting my life’s reason

IV – My Princess of Happy Isle : Back To Earth

Now colourful everywhere,
Smily faces of departed souls pray for endless life in togetherness
The River of Fire puffing cool breeze out of its essestialness
On way back to entrence, Algea’s eyes awestruck in amazement
Piercing out to the earth astonishes the animals in excitement

The instant her presence on earth spreading warm electrons all over
Sick buds elevate blossoming acres of area out of hangover
Lazy birds flapping thier wings in cheerfulness
Wary Nocturnals dancing with diurnals in craziness
Clouds stand still eclipsing for her
Rays glows kissing on her
Sun refuses returning from her
Moon awaits attending to her

Happy Isle! Happy Isle, Happy Isle caressing her hair milder
My Happy Princess of the forest sleeps leaning on my shoulder
Smoothly crawling in to preserve her rest
Gently placing her in the cradle of our nest
Her murmuring words while asleep draws me close to her poetic countenance
My rolling tears grin kissing her forehead for her heartfelt hearty utterance
Papa, Papa, Papa

Khaled KM

Like The Monster is given a Faerie child to become a Human
The Human is given a Muse to become a Poet

My Muse Is The Faerie Child🧚
And I Am The Monster 🐾

Deception

~ Khaled KM ~ 7 Comments

Marooned at the hollow hills on sick sick berg
Wilded by the heap of hounds on crude brute yard
Dawdling petrified in the wake of off-track haven
Whirring cryptic doom hovering above like hoodoo raven
Ghastly apparition of gloomy shapes, disguise in distance
Frozen lungs exhaling the heavy puffs in hesitance

Far and wide, dreadful rapid roops scuff the maze of my ears
Shrieking cadavers bemoan the departure of thier dreary souls
I, falling on knee to resurrect the dying me
forehead on floor, awaiting the feet of my savior

Beleaguered by blue blind Ocean shrinking the isle of my heart
Sinking my dream of togetherness to hold out the end part
You, nowhere to be seen, I, crawling over and over again
The insufferable pain that my sticky soul leaves tearing off the body
And clouding in air with colours
My coffin let on ground unnoticed unburied
Right there sojourning for you

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The intentional fallacy finely works here I believe😁😁😁