Friday, 10 March 2017

Love is the drug.

adrift upon the four winds,
were your romantic evasive words,
by which you immersed
the grazing herds,
into empty symbolism and myth.
I was gassed to death
by cupid's baby breath
any sensibility suffocated by
plastic consumerist lullabies.
I let passion claim our souls
in return for a good ending -
and drawn-in roles.








Sunday, 5 March 2017

Dying to confuse

dying to confuse
lying, and so obtuse 
burnt on a whisper of praise 
leaving me on a smoked daze.
This pathology cannot be explained,
it lies within the maze
of psycho-fancies and spineless interpretations,
they will never understand,
as you make depression your brand,
that you live on imitation --
isn't that what life essentially is?
being a copycat from birth.
I must say
the ponderous will never avert, 
the day of the darkest lay --

your grave. 

 




Wednesday, 15 February 2017

faint black heart

a faint black heart,
submerged by the dunya,
soaked in poison by,
the most evil of darts,
blocked from this life and the akhira.
She's letting out another weary
burdened sigh
which subtly notifies,
my wary nervous system,
that I dive for the dimply lit
covers of my poems
and ignore the future daylight sky






Tuesday, 24 January 2017

Picture Perfect

A toothpaste smile and a firm handshake for tomorrow. Suited and booted for an honest days desk life.

The sister receives a fake opportunity to kill and struggle for her family. With it she can bring home the bread as well as yesterday's mutton.

No money to make money, honey, so we're stuck in the proverbial blissful abyss of empty bellies and overdrafts for days.

Why should I join the fishing boat to inner London's inner turmoil for a shiny Queen Elizabeth penny, brass in pocket but the pocket is full of holes.

Mama, sew me and my back pocket together again.

Wednesday, 18 January 2017

Spring Time Sadness

neutral upsets her
the nautical makes one exert
too much pressure,
and the fey just fades on her.
don't ask about spring
the summer strangles with the oppression of heat,
- naturally she takes her cover in the winter
ploughing through the snow in stacked heels
the diva of the cold nights
hibernates through life's springs,
spring reminds her of wishful thinking and the movie Amelie,
there's just no life it brings.


Monday, 16 January 2017

Glass Heart

the green bottle shards, throttle
my happy heart and adoring face
as we court courteously in the courtyards
tartly, the queen of swords,
covetous
cares not a green speck on the earth
for our game of loves and thrones,
no aces in our decks
no last breath
no final plea
I die, not seen.
















Wednesday, 21 December 2016

The Dua Story

one headache here
an exam fail there
she feels obscenely alone
without an inner home
her though process broken into
and the robber is shaytan.
embarrassed before her Lord
humbled by sin
the momentum finally
emerges within.

~

Dua starts with praise
and durood for sure
we finish our petition
as we begun
and by putting our hope in the repentance law