Author: Rafia Bilkis
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Flesh of Nature.
How long must we stay meek under our withering gaze? How long must we grind under our iron fist? How long must we burn at the stake for the cries of our soul? How long must we bleed till we are satiated in the blood of those unborn? Why have we come to the point…
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A quiver of a cell.
If my eyes darken ears ring silence tongue rolls away numb, scents freeze on its’ tracks fingers and toes lay limp caged within a body like a tomb of flesh. Only breathing Breathing My body fed on by each breath will quiver Quiver with everything I write. With every pulse and surge of my blood…
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The maiden weeps.
There’s a maiden weeping tonight alone in the dark none see the tears rolling down her cold cheeks but the Moon, pretending to hide behind the clouds shining upon her tears whispering, ‘My child dear, Why do you cry?’ She shakes a sob of fear of hurt and hate of loneliness, worthlessness of sorrow in…
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A never-ending read.
To read, everything there is to read— The swell of your cheeks in a hidden smile. Your words, tumbling over my tongue tasting more than you reveal. The subtle movement of your brows. What the swish of your dress whispers in your wake. What a falling leaf spinning dizzy unto the Earth says. What the…
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Bed of thorns.
There is a bed of thorns I leave around me. With every misstep, misdeed or misword, every missed gesture or missed word, the bed of thorns like sharp talons grow ever sharper Thicker gnarled brambles knotted, twisted around me staked into my skin crucified in perpetual guilt wishing to disappear.. How the knots would fall…
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Intoxicated in warmth.
my eyes look in vain a yearning for a soft touch an answer to my eyes’ imploring gaze searching for the warmth beckoning like a window lit in gold against the night curtains fluttering ..calling me calling me.. towards an undying hearth where I can be intoxicated in warmth. ***
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Till it’s breathing your breath.
Sing! Sing away like a bird that cares not who hears her tunes, or if it is the deep Silence she is surrounded by. Unheeding to a passerby’s curses she sings just as the trees keep swaying the waves keep whooshing the stars keep chiming. The incessant chorusof cicadas in the night as the world…
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A longing in the waters
All the colors lights and sounds. The abundance in the world. The exuberance of nature in the endless galaxies Stars People in all shades of mud. Trees heavy, laden with fruits drooping for a kiss. More than we could ever need. Wild animals! Flowers scenting the air in plethora of aromas And don’t forget, under…
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A blank space.
Watch me lose bits of myself for you.. As I give all that I am for you To be And slowly fade away like letters inked on a piece of paper soaked in tender tears bleeding away a little thinner an outline a barely perceptible shadow And then, only a faint sense of Absence. A…
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Abyss of Beauty
So in love with yourself, you wonder how can you ever get things done. Forever gazing into each other’s endless abyss of beauty. Entranced in deep rapture, each ensnaring the other. In their separation they are truly one and the same, singing melodies heart achingly beautiful, to the brim with soft, thick, sweet syrupy nectar…
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