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Mermaid
Memories Silk and Gold
Mermaid memories murmur like
something
Like the voice just reached
you in the park
Like the way you look to locate the source
But a sense of expected
disappointment remains
Lingering the abandonment that spreads heavily
Gradually lifting light ornaments: some sort of joys
Your reminiscences grow old
with you
Age flowers into wider and deeper lines
On the thinner forehead where letters spell
Of wars, conflicts and confusions of years
There, remaining loyal to
what you became
Of them and by their touching your torrents
Both on and under the visible viable shape
That you are: they made their marks in your
Stature where you are so many
things as seen
By others' intelligent eyes and insular insights
Knowing well they speak of truth about your
Being this capillary or that aorta of this or that
You though know better that
hard hoists your
Holistic harp where things always flow, forming
Here you are with age augmenting the truth
You remember what that no longer lives on
Mermaid memories murmur like something
Like the sharply sipped shadows of the clouds
From the ground you look afterwards
Like afterthoughts gone they are murmurs
Still remain on the drifting depth of your mind
There remaining with your
reminiscences ruefully
With tender a tapestry of care you look through
In case you can bring them to life just once for
A quickening flash yet all remains in the air is
This sense of resolved abandonment ringing
And though soft solid hurts
they rain areally
Mermaid memories murmur silk and gold
That you gather cupping your palms together
And you reflect your life's gleaming soft lights
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My Mother's
Smile
She would smile
That would remain floated on the air
The way the full moon maintains
A spread out static view so long you look
As though she was
Deliberately being cheeky
And surely hiding something
For you to robustly run out to seek
And locate, find and decipher
Yet she was not
Hiding any location
Or laurels or lights
Other than a sense of play
That gives you a pathway
Just to jump up
and down
For no reasons and rewards
And run to and fro here and there
And finally come back to her
Without feeling your weights
There she would be
and the smile
After your seeking and searching
Give me a clue
Give me a clue please
And she would give
you a smile
Again and you give up
Happily cradled in her lap
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the Following Poems Follow the Links
The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
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Poetry She
Was
Poetry she was
On retrospect
Shaista Khanum
Running like
A focused hymn
Gleaming under
The summer lights'
Vibrant buoyancy
Her glistening dark
Hair flew outward
On the tickled face
Of the dazed day
That looked through
The youthful rhythm
Shaista Khanum
She was motion
A bloom in flight
Of a livened bud
Rhythm blended
In youthful beauty's
Joyful blender
She was beauty's
Blissful metaphor
Poetry she was
On retrospect
At primary school
Where her smiles'
Pearls caused it
Lose its metre
With all its feet
Poetry she was
On retrospect
Shaista Khanum
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Loving a Foreigner
Shahnaz she was
A name suited
To queens and
Princesses past
I was a foreigner
There where people
Knew us and them
Well enough to
Maintain a sure line
Shahnaz melted
In a smile wider
Than a crescent
Moon towards
Me making friend
Never realised
Why her eyes
Spelt sparkles
Of pearls seeing
My simple enough
Face often enough
On looking back
Wish I understood
Then just to return
The value of what
She gave me. Some
Thing no one gives
To a foreigner who
Must be treated at
Arms length: love.
Shahnaj knew how
To give without any
Promise of repayment
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To Read the
Following Poems Follow the Links
The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
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