Sunday, March 27, 2005

A Rebel in Love

Silence galore….
In a chaste ridden testament
I hear the deafening shriek of a pharaoh

If only the devil within
Could be the devil without
May be I’ll appreciate then
The lilies that sprout
In your secret garden
That remains for me forbidden.
All one cares is a smile
That perhaps for a while
Will give a break
From this soporific life,
From the unceasing karma,
From the drudgery we huff ‘n’ puff
And in a strange twist
Call off this karmic bluff.

Darkness galore….
In stories scribed on parchments
I see the falsity in which men wallow

© Dan Husain
3rd February 2002

5 comments:

Pincushion said...

The angst is contained beautifully in restrained words..

'The lilies that sprout
In your secret garden
That remains for me forbidden...'
Thats life..isn't it??!!

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Jinx said...

...continued from where the poem ends....

Yet I keep going
Refusing to listen to the silent screams
Hoping for that hallowed smile
Hoping that it lingers on
Lingers on your face
A face bright, un-sallow.

For that one moment
I drift on by
Battered, worn, but not beaten
I refuse to acquiesce
I refuse to swim in the murky depths.
Depths deceptive and shallow.

Basking in the warmth
Of unforgotten yesterdays
To an unseen tomorrow
I walk on
For falter in the cold I might
But I refuse to fallow.

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