"sanative" poems
1
The irresponsive silence of the land,
The irresponsive sounding of the sea,
Speak both one message of one sense to me:--
Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand
Thou too aloof bound with the flawless band
Of inner solitude; we bind not thee;
But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?
What heart shall touch thy heart? what hand thy hand?--
And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek,
And sometimes I remember days of old
When fellowship seemed not so far to seek
And all the world and I seemed much less cold,
And at the rainbow's foot lay surely gold,
And hope felt strong and life itself not weak.
2
Thus am I mine own prison. Everything
Around me free and sunny and at ease:
Or if in shadow, in a shade of trees
Which the sun kisses, where the gay birds sing
And where all winds make various murmuring;
Where bees are found, with honey for the bees;
Where sounds are music, and where silences
Are music of an unlike fashioning.
Then gaze I at the merrymaking crew,
And smile a moment and a moment sigh
Thinking: Why can I not rejoice with you?
But soon I put the foolish fancy by:
I am not what I have nor what I do;
But what I was I am, I am even I.
3
Therefore myself is that one only thing
I hold to use or waste, to keep or give;
My sole possession every day I live,
And still mine own despite Time's winnowing.
Ever mine own, while moons and seasons bring
From crudeness ripeness mellow and sanative;
Ever mine own, till Death shall ply his sieve;
And still mine own, when saints break grave and sing.
And this myself as king unto my King
I give, to Him Who gave Himself for me;
Who gives Himself to me, and bids me sing
A sweet new song of His redeemed set free;
He bids me sing: O death, where is thy sting?
And sing: O grave, where is thy victory?
2k
You touched me,
fuckkkkkk,
and I could feel my insides uncurl,
long forgotten what this felt like.
****** blush on my cheeks,
while your lips covered,
the parts of me that would be my u n d o i n g.
Gasps and grasping at something immobile,
while you sent me soaring
with your oral dexterity.
Only whimpers, breathing rushed,
what is my name again?
So close to the heavens, you're my super nova,
r
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v
taking me o the moon.
Gimme, gimme, headspace so intense.
Harder, faster, take me there.
Coming in with sparks and the day's
worries just shatter, forgotten.
Sated, saccadic, sanative.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
My palms glide down your spine
Smooth skin meets sandpaper
As your back tapers into your ***
Sensual or ****** or sanative
It makes no difference to me
Every inch slipping downwards,
The primal urge to please
To elicit a passionate sigh
Sensual or ****** or sanative
It makes no difference to me
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 1:26 PM UTC
A heart is melting in this emotional void
Someday I wish to reach this sanative fountain…
But still it seems well shrouded by eternal fog
Wreathed in ethereal cold
Alas! Satisfaction is not what love expects to find in the end of its journey
Behold! A silver lake of crystal waters
In the middle stands this fairy princess
Bathed in the light of heavens
My breath faded and I felt like floating in the air
Body numb, soul torn apart, I wish to pass away
Heart beating faster
I caught in agony’s dead embrace
Adrenaline increasing, a heavy burden to carry
I met the flow; it’s burning me, unbearable pain
The dream turns to nightmare and I am lost!
She… the daughter of the manic tempest and the ocean serene
She… in a rainbow gown weaved by the clouds
She… the pale rose blossomed in a twilight time
So… profound are the feelings that I can’t express
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
The sunset today was clear and nostalgic
Accompanied by,
The fragrances of exultant days;
When I used to savour it's beauty
In the salubrious environs of "Dal lake".
When my lassitude was incised by;
The sharp blades of tender grass
Surrounding the soothing fountains
In the lush green parks of "Nishat garden".
When the unruffled splashes of breeze
Coming from the dense deodars,
Nailed on the chest of "Zabarwan",
Purged my soul of its exertion.
Then arrived that ugly moment,
When the shine of a beautiful face
Crushed my reason to guided my steps
Into the kingdom of tyrannical love.
The sanative breezes were replaced by
The howling of unruly storm
Which ferried with it the messages of
Butchering days and desolate nights.
Oh the last shades of sulked sun!
Will you rise again on my horizon?
I am now holding my last breath
To meet my life one more time.
© Badee Uz Zaman
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 10:42 AM UTC