Poiesis
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Tuesday 27 February 2024
Ditches
Monday 19 February 2024
Vicious Circle
To breathe as if living
is an art as complex
as surviving.
To survive as if enjoying
is an act as involuntary
as breathing.
In this vicious circle,
those who breathe longer,
think they have survived.
Those who couldn't survive
yearn to breathe longer.
Tuesday 16 January 2024
Ascension
You are a child and have
fallen asleep
in some random corner of the house.
Your father comes,
takes you up delicately in his arms,
to put you in your proper place.
The movement, however,
wakes you up.
But you don't want him to know that.
You love the very act -
the warm arms around,
the tip-toed walk, as if
putting you back into the womb.
You continue to act sleepy,
knowing for sure you
can't ever journey
comfortably than this -
the world within a world.
Half-awake, half-asleep
Half-lie, half-truth -
carelessly oblivious.
Saturday 30 December 2023
Person of the Year
To the one who endured it all.
Didn't complain.
Sobbed in the crevices of the Soul.
Woke in the middle of the nights
yawning for sleep patterns.
Held beliefs contrary to the popular.
Forgot that the calendar year comes to an end,
because actually it doesn't and understood
Life is a continuous halo sewed
with patchwork of struggles
so intricately worked upon,
no one seems to notice:
a cloth sold in flea markets.
To the one
mindful of the fact that
throes of survival are unpoetic
even when recounted at the year-end
to one's own family and friends.
Friday 22 December 2023
Dissembling
Friday 15 December 2023
Perfume
(for Ovais Ahmad)
He took his time to speak,
which he often does,
unknotting the moments,
to qualify it appropriately
so that
I understand exactly
what he intended to convey.
petrichor - you know?
something closer to the feeling,
he paused.
The details then -
he bought that
particular perfume,
although expensive,
because its aroma reminded him
of something he couldn't enter
on his own.
Hence, throughout the day,
happily,
even at night -
he carried his own grave with him
like some personalized pillow,
like crucial documents.
Throughout,
his body was his own grave.
He smelled Human -
spirited and decaying
hic et nunc.