POETRY


You let me share my thoughts and exchange clues of what's next in our upcoming adventure
And you let me write and erase my pain
And re-write them all over again
Changing inks for my
Story to be complete
In a book that saves my secrets
And kept them sealed for years  
Gratitude to you for listening to What was once left muted.
Gratitude to you
dear poetry.


                                 _Ismahan

why must I see you in every
corner, taste you in every breath.
is it not enough my heart is
haunted. must my mind be as well.

INVISIBLE BLUE PLAQUES

someone or other
lived &
died here

some other someone
wrote their most
famous work there

every so often
a blue plaque
informs us

as we journey
through town
(rain falling down)    

of Blah Blah who blah’d
& blah’d here or was blah’d
there... who cares?

in my mind
I ***** invisible
blue plaques

to commemorate us

here: we kissed
(did we not?)    
...a mere minute ago

here: we turned
& laughed on
the corner of this everyday road
road

here: we laughed
& hugged
on a pedestrian crossing

(a pedestrian
crossing)    
whistling at

our ardour
a taxi honking
at our armour

all over London
our invisible
blue plaques

commemorate
us &
that

we once
passed this way
so deeply in love

Facebook is the place to be
when no one else wants you around.

you don’t need to clean up your ****, nor
feel shame
nor hunger,
nor love,
nor hate,
nor hahaha!

it’s what you’ve always wanted –
a nice little crib for your
"home sweet home" clothes.

get *****.
get close.
you may now speak the language of virtual friendship.

you might find it hard to be sincere,
when you don’t know if what you speak
is remotely related to the truth.

I just needed to hear something
soft like
yellow from the lamp or
my love because
I can't stand the haunting hum of waiting
the anxious, ancient hour under my bone
half bent, ticking
picking my flaws like a hurt bird;
it is my time i give away
& unlike my heart
sadly stuck with me
i cannot keep, cannot get
these minutes back