Jahane Rumi In search of the unsearchable: O, my soul! where would you find your house?

29Nov/074

Water weight of this growing abyss

A new poem by Ayesha Salman. The images are stark and the colours surreal. Please do comment so AS gets some feedback from the poetic-minded.

I am
Head sick splattered
I am like unused ink
searching the blue crow
yet to feast on half dead things
that square into me, fixing me in my place

10Sep/073

The Angel Rose – a poem by Fatima Hasan

The past crept into my mind today
A new day, a different recall
Of days gone by so hurriedly
I grasped the rose ever so quietly
Like leaves falling from a tree
Now the rose is no more
It invades my ever-arousing thoughts
The current of air blows by
I hear the breeze tenderly hissing
Transferring their way through the petals
Fluttering to pat the passion
I know! It's my angel rose.

More by Fatima Hasan here