In the weeping eye of a lacerated star
there swims the nymphs of my tarnished desire,
In the cocoon of their space time helix
I blindly buried the dashed hopes of yesteryear,
Skulls with universes stitched in gleaming craniums
are richer than the puppet pauper who resides inside of me.

Is it really this, after all does it come to this my love so sad?
I did wrap the secret fabric of the universe into a plastic bag
for nothing more than a discarded sigh,
In these rooms where once talked my unspoken words
was the very ledge of my dreams where I precariously perched,
I crushed my dreams lovingly so tenderly did they evaporate through my palms.

She for who I would lay down the waltzing rhapsody
of a newly created galaxy,
Oh, how my lady did so fairly dazzle me with her lyrical quality,
My darling dear, energetic and kind, full of mirth and tenacity,
Silent is her scream across the black oceans of emotionless space,
Into the vast mountains of the moon must I now go for my life to contemplate.

- End of Fragment One -



©Rangzeb Hussain