My Words He Never Read

He was looking for the keys
In his knotty imaginations
To earn me freedom
To emancipate me from the iron barricade
As i was encumbered,
As i was trammelled
Behind the bars of my never written story
He wanted to turn my eyes kaleidoscopes
By wiping the sweaty despair
Slipping past my thoughts;
Forming a pool against my unsettled paddling heart
He collected Falcon's feathers
To help me dart from branch to branch
He begged to the Spring
To hue again my depleted plummet
But Fall turned to his wishes
His desires to see me flying ruined
As he never knew
All the keys of my rusted lock
Were in his Eyes
For i was caged in the words
Which he never read

Paras Ali/2016

An Unlettered Soul
Muffled Alphabets muttering from beneath
The heavily layered cacophony
Of animals, insects and birds sounds
Sneakily and Silently,
Vibrating in my solitude
To be a poesy
Or a tune of a mesmerizing flute
Thriving impatiently to write a song of their own
On the unlettered soul of mine
Which was born deaf and blind

Paras Ali/2016

Aren't I and thee both Alike?

I thought I had lost your image
While residing in the grey thickets
Of eclipsed snow-bitten numb orchards

I thought I had lost  you
Among those dried woodlands of my misty self
Whose ghosts guise in the shadow of copper elves

I thought I had left you behind far away
When I was attempting to untie the knoose of falsehood and reality around my eyes
But I was much wrong

As I sat to gaze upon you
After a journey of a million miles
Like skinless fingers feel the touch of dew-drops
Like a wingless-bird smells the scent of a drowsy dawn
Like a thorn flushes while accompanying a crocus
Like a worm inhales the first droplet of clouds
And like a sunflower's bride bares it's bosom to the sun

I found you
I recognized you...

After years of segregation aren't I and thee both alike?
As you are still a wandering wave exasperatedly waiting to touch the soil
And I the drenched paper boat
On the fathomless stormy sea learning to float

Paras Ali/ 2016
Photography by Joana Kruze.

You are safe in my blood

I am exiled from the Earth
I am banished from the seven skies
Laid dejected....
By the sputtering , coughing wind.
Grumbled by the thunder,
I am split asunder.
My wet words have leapt off
Of my rain soaked pages...
No landholder i am...
Accused ,
Punished,
Fallen I am from my mild meadow.
The butterfly sun has teared my shadow
The pangs churn my wings
No nightingale inside me sings...

My Love.....
Take my Word...
I won't scream
Reds are swallowing my greens
Pangs and cramps
Mowing me down
Disfigured and disrobed
I am ostracised in my own town
Still I won't scream
Still I won't squeal

I am afraid the echo of yours
Would come out of my whispers
You are safe in my blood
Swaddled and encased by my veins in blue
Each day my thousand dreams worship you...

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Painting Credits : Dilawer Omar

A Muse Murderer

My incertitude insecurities and precarious fears
Of an unfixed feminine soul
got alarmed when a spine-chilling  shadow slithered across my forehead
I felt pomegranate seeds were curling around me opuline beads
Before i could name it Elathan, Apophis or any other demon
Dressed in the demonour of a hellish duke
I guillotined it's head, hackened it's breath from my battle-axe
I slaughtered the shadow's eyes from the worst tear gas
of my scared being I had kept dormant for years
The blood shower of this unknown existence
Reached atop a silver howling moon
The universe all together mourned and thundered
The silver streaks set the reality unleashed
It was no man, no beast, no demon
I was mislead by my own faulty illusions
Alas Alas Alas another Catastrophe another Murder
I killed The Muse , I slaughtered the daughter of Zues
I martyred some one of my own Kind

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The World as a Void of Nothingness

Sanity is on the fag end
Logic is on the posterior hindmost shaft
Of the mountain where the victorious hero stands.
A black nimbus forms an aureole
O'er the coronet of this Sphinx
What he is writing?
Frozen patterns other than vowels and consonants
His Digits between zerO and One
Layers and layers of Invisible blacks and whites
His ink floats in equilibrated stillness
Of Vaccum at it's apex
No imbroglio, No catastrophe , no Armageddon
If not hell then it could be a heaven?
Or is it equator of elliptical crust where snow sprouts fire?
This is the pinnacle of human understanding
Godlike maturity,
Not lunacy, not ecstasy
But a silent Silence of topmost growth
Has begun.
Do not beckon to him
As he can not turn back
He can not move forward either
The Hero has now stepped
To the world as a void of Nothingness

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Alone at the Sea

I was a somnolent fish,
Thriving to breathe with in the stabbing brine water
Of a half empty aquarium
Where unscathed was the regime of spinous fins
I was swirling, wheeling and melting
Tapping mercilessly against the crystal glass walls of my abode
Then You appeared like a saviour on my roads
You brushed my unbraided hair
You straightned my tongue
And techniques to deceive fish mongers from you i learnt
I never lied I was a mermaid
I showed you twisted marks of arcane alphabets on my ribs
You knew well my nose was lifelessly bulbous
I never lied, yes my tail had hollow bumps
Today, in the company of Octopuses, sharks and Whales
I see you nowhere, from me you avert your gaze
I see you nowhere though again and again I turn back to the shore
You pushed me far to the vast, endless sea
Keeping yourself entangled in the orbit
of still inexplicable sorrow of your own
Where all lies together mock
And my single bare truth all over mourns

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