"iife" poems
My Valued Muse
Can I call you my home?
As home is where heart is,
Shield to my tender wants,
The ****** of my inner thoughts.
Can I call you by my name? As name publicly identifies,
My tag, in every good or bad,
You chose to happily claim.
Can I call you my investment? As investment is for future security,
Planned and evaluated carefully
No regrets, I venture capital happily.
Can I call you my achievement?
An achievement I am proud of,
To open sky, I announce quite often,
Loud and clear your
Goals are met
Can I call you my heart?
As heart is the regulator of all
One's thinking and actions,
Without any change of outer being.
Can I call you my body?
As miles apart, I bleed from a cut,
One you experienced whilst cooking,
My body forever linked to yours.
Can I call you my public officer,
As you announce my name in parts unseen,
Fame simply from being a disciple of love,
My name you broadcast to thousands.
Can I call you my book?
With chapters and pages,
Organized with my attitude and silly wits,
Chapters in a storyline that carries my act.
Can I call you my Iife?
As every possession of yours is valued,
As dear to me in every way,
As it is to you ... My existence rests with you.
©Perveiz Ali
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
I saw you again
After a year
Walking down that hallway
Coming near
My legs froze
Or was it my heart?
Stopped was time
When did it restart?
I didn’t dare make eye contact
I didn’t dare say hi
I only stood there breathless
As you passed by
You laughed a little
If I remember correctly
You were mocking me
To say it politely
You grew taller
Your smile grew wider
Iife has done you well
At least that is what I could tell
Before I could make one full blink
It was over
You were gone
Once again
With that
My lifes miserable attempt
At a ****** joke
Ended
And so did this hateful reunion.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
Used to like watching tv
Now it just makes me bored
Used to love you and me
When it was fun - how I adored
Now my rhythm’s all over the place
And so is my aching head
From too much time
Wasted on someone
Who would rather be in bed
Always too tired or broke it seems
To live Iife to the full
I’m sitting surrounded by shattered dreams
Feeling an ache I wish would dull
A wasted effort
Too much did I give
This depletion is real
Emptied out through combative
Exchanges and retorts
They say romance is dead
Stillborn with you
From beginning to end
So I take my leave
And throw in the towel
Wipe the slate clean
Before I fall foul
To another broken heart
Like the pieces of my dreams
Scattered all around me
Unpicked at the seams
Salvaging something from the wreck
That’s sinking to the bottom of the ocean bed
A smidgin of that stuff named dignity
That will keep me afloat now at last I am free...
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC