Author: Rafia Bilkis
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Innocence in want
How the wind plays into trees bending, breaking and uprooting how it walks crunching roofs of sweet homes chasing butterflies and flops on its butt flattening fields of wild flowers How its innocence of wonder lay waste unawares in want.
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Night Unnamed
The warm fleece upon my shoulders the wings set along my blades the fire sparked within my belly, the lute wrought into my throat all placed by the weaves of her deep tresses her upon whom I wish her upon whom I pray she who thrums through my breast, strikes the skin on my bones […]
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The Lover
There is a man with a lute his eyes thread clouds sunsets line his skin, and soil perfume his breath, ever present, ever-awake— He never speaks but through strings he sings a yearning for what has gone and come gone again… like lovers linked in a dance, spinning away till hands stretch to the last filament […]
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It waits
crack a whisper through the gaps of your fisted silence, let the tears spill down your thin pressed lips, soften your hands clasped around locked knees I am losing hope here, my fingers don’t reach you and your smiling face— looks painful. Love, drop the polish bottle, already slipping The night is waiting for you,waiting, to […]
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I will love you till I hate you Hate you till I love you Love you till I hate you To and fro fro and to The pendulum swings The pendulum sings no wind stills it— My heart is a dancer.
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Muted
The rain thunders against the flimsy plastic only muted ripples reach me How safe I think this is How safe… and… lonesome
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Sea cry
The mist lifts lightly to the sky I, could not reach. The bedrocks that rose from my back pull around me pierce the mindless blue. I envy them for their taste of molten gold, that for me, only a mirage swallowed up in ceaseless movement. In sun-drenched bodies do I taste a morsel. They plunge into my hungry […]
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No echo
What distance grows but longing when once I felt their laughter play on my lips now ring around in the dark no echo to my shrill quakes A fever pitch in the emptiness higher and higher
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Loopy words
What’s your favorite word today? Clouds Why? It’s a loopy word, It starts with a ‘C’ that is, a half circle like cloud fluffs yet it sounds more like a loop than ‘circle’ does, Isn’t it?
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Recoiling memory
It’s only a mile walk away, when the trail opens and the dappled shadows cover you. The burning scent of the sun cools down a notch making room for the frenzy of summer. With the undergrowth grown to the knees and insects buzzing around sweaty brows You know up ahead there is one tree splattered […]
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