Wednesday, 15 February 2017

faint black heart

a faint blackened heart,
immersed in the dunya,
soaked and poisoned by the most evil of darts,
blocked in this life and akhira.
she's letting out another weary yet burdened sigh,
which subtly notifies to my wary nervous system,
that I dive for the dimply lit covers of my poems,
and ignore the future's 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,
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

Sunday, 13 November 2016

Be a woman

contorted into an image
birthed from a mind
infected with misogyny
be a woman
everyone has an opinion
about your next performance
shall you be dainty or a tomboy
its all the same to me
never unique
we are one blended shrieking mass
oh, but we can't do maths
the 'men' say
large and in charge
they trip over our hems.

Thursday, 10 November 2016

Donald Trump Blues, Theresa May Flu

In the West
an axis of evil
and threatens
all life forms.

the worker toils
many tears
cascade down his cheeks,
or maybe it is sweat.
I'm bewildered of,
counting down to,
the journals, blogs, fake outrage.
well paid media professionals
over chai tea latte discuss,
forecast his tantrums.

Back in Blighty,
we have a lady head of state
but don't call it progress
I label it a fool's process.

Why bother?