Your, DEW DROPS….

Shall the truth sprout from my tongue!
That had lied too many,
But I ain’t lying to you, my love
For your death, my tears, will compete with the rains,
That fills the oceans, to its full, to its brim,
And the flowers that filled your odor,
Shall not be blown with any of those of the heavens,
I am, with you, in the world of the dead,
Wandering heavily, in search of the odor,
That lighted my nose, my eyes, my heart,
In the world, where we were the alive.

Oh my flower, shall you sprout again,
I shall never be the winds that make your petals shake,
I shall never be the bee that bite you and steal your nectar,
I shall never be the thorn that hurt you and makes you bleed…,
Oh my love, I will be your dew drops,
That touches your mind to your body,
Drop by drop, make you alive; fill your heart with a gentle chill,
Kiss you, a thousand kiss, make you smoother,
Fill your nectar with the honey, that no bee ever tasted,
Then I will dance with your oscillations, and make love to you,
To your entire petals, till I fall and take my last breath.

I wasn’t a traitor, my love….,
I wasn’t a liar, my love….
But I cared for you as the light, the sunlight,
That watched you from a distance, from a very long distance
From the spaces, as the sun, as its light,
But couldn’t touch, couldn’t lay my hands on you,
On your heart, on your mind and couldn’t know your pain,
Those made your petals shrink, tired, and fell one by one
Till you fell off in the search of moister, for air,
And took your last breath in front of me and died.

©Anees Rahman

“A story, a LOVE”

And I begin with a hearty farewell,

In the hereafter, may their eyes rest in peace!

No king ever awake their sleep,

Let every love to love speak their names,

May the death never bring a decline to their tale,

In the history of the strangely loved, long live their names

And never a shade in their eternal love, be fallen.

By the lake, in his arms, with pure innocence, she lay

Holding firmly in her hand, the soul of her love,

When the last drop of the sacred blood,

Fell off her wrist …,

It read…..

“My love,

This letter, my soul, I give in your hands,

The letters my blood, the words my emotion,

May you finish reading, no letters shall flow therein

This obscure land, again becomes a lover short,

Poor me…

My pain and sorrow, wishing you love, happiness and care

I see your tears in my soul, hope it get absorbed,

Lives awaiting you here and our past your nightmare…

I pray for your son, whom I can’t....and shall never have....”

How they died…, how they loved …, how come they met?

Time rewinds…the day ends …the twilight….the dusk…

The lake and besides it, in the darkness of the night, came she,

To rest, to lay her mind, in the mattress of peace.

Her heart filled with tears, than blood.

Her fathers debts, heavily, weighing on her shoulders

Her shoulders and mind turned pink, the reluctance to marry.

This unknown, whom nor a sight or love, of hers had a glance,

Not that she loved any, but heard the tales of her beauty

That unites two hearts; even the death unable to kill their bond

Where the lovely buds of peace blossom their soul,

The old and the young to sing to the springs, the songs of their tales,

And the stories of the strangely loved, carved on the doors of heaven.

The time changed its course, and the night in her grief,

Slowed down its pace, its silence, awaiting her sound.

Her lips gaped, words into a sonnet, flew across the river,

The breeze, escorting, takes them, through the windows,

Into this small house, the one of a young handsome poet,

Knocking his ears, his sleep came to a halt…..

A sound too sweet and beautiful, heard only in his poems and dreams,

Through the breeze, chased the words, hoping, a new sun to shine,

Between the words he saw the unhealed wound, and its blood oozing,

And as he closed, from the far of the near, a spectacle…..

Oh, the beauty…..!

A lovely shining necklace, across the river, hanging from the sky.

A star brought upon earth, paying the heavens, as a price.

Stunned and shaken, he walks, counting the pearls, one by one,

But, before that the last he counted, steps into the river,

The sonnet came to a pause--

His body painted chills and shiver with water,

And a mild warmth, as she stepped close him,

Her eyes curious to see, if the man was breathing,

Kneels on her knees, his head in her hands, and his eyes opens…

Of all he counted, the most beautiful and the most glorious pearl,

Her lips…, now in proximity, and his eyes ignited in a split second,

He lifts his eyebrows, and strikes, those innocent eyes, of hers,

Waving its wings, staying afloat in the sea of her shining face,

Their sorrows and the past washed off, in between,

Wanting to know, their breaths exchanged for words,

The leaves and the flowers sung around their happiness,

Holding their hands together, the night walked its length,

And the spirits of love penetrated their souls, with each its steps,

The rays of light climbed the hills,

And the sun arose from its cleaves,

They swore their lips shall kiss in the nights therein

His lyrics, sung into sonnets of her tune, in the nights that passed,

And their love grown tall, spreading its roots into the depths,

Hoping it shall never shake, even in the mightiest hurricanes.

But what can he do, against the power of a tyrant, the keeper of the lands?

Oh, the poor poet ….!

Never had his youth seen a world, than that of the fairies and angels,

The dreams and the heavens, the ones that he read and wrote,

But the ugly truth, tortured and aimed his innocent heart,

The knife across its length,

And he was left in his own house, to bleed till death.

But before his spirits left, he pulled his body to his chair,

Wrote his last words, for his love, and flew into the world he knew….

THE END

©Anees Rahman

A FATHER in LOVE

PART I

The Joy of a birth, his own shine penetrating his eyes,

The new out born fruit of a long spend love,

Her hands rubbing against her red shiny chin,

Her legs crossed, the beauty that sings till the last breath.

Her thumb in her mouth, blowing, saliva flowing all over,

Her tiny grassy hairs and what a sensational smile!

His mind throbbing with a pleasant paternal pain,

Oh, the enduring love!

He curls her onto his lips, the roses of affection,

Fell on her bright cheeks and a spurt of emotions,

Through his blood, that glowed the heavens between

And his two round globes filled by a sea of passion.

“Come to me, my baby, my love, my little daughter….

My sweet little doll,

I will love you till my death…

And I will carve a heavenly doll,

For you to sleep with….My angel…”

The man thus became a father and a true paternal love

Flew through his heart, into the unknown worlds.

PART II

The enthusiasm of the youth, and desire for the taste of love,

Her tiny grassy hairs grown long,

The soft fabulous filaments of keratin hanging by her curves,

The dream of a girl, for a handsome prince haunting her nights,

And eventually flourishing into a full blossom shiny daffodil,

Her lips wet, her legs crossed, her red cheeks burning

And the sweats flowing through the blankets.

Oh, the youthful pleasure!

The ghostly love takes her into the world of souls

From there the memories of her father,

Pulling her back, into the past world.

The affection fought heavily with the gods, but, only in vain.

And the gods decided to keep in their beds, the beauty of hers.

Unknown of these realities, he opens the door

And finds his love fallen prey to the love of an unknown.

All his dreams to carve her a heavenly doll to sleep,

Perished only in the mightiest dark's of the underworlds.

The life in his soul had gone and the bird shall sing no more…

“Not yet, my love, not yet ….

I haven’t died …my love ….I haven’t”

He fells on his knees and takes her into his arms,

Her head hanging down by his flexed elbow,

Her breast pressing hardly into his heart,

His face bends, lips on her forehead,

And his teethes hurting her pale feathery skin,

Tears of unfinished love dribbling from his spheres, her face wet,

He cries loud with no breath in-between.

THE END

©Anees Rahman

"NO MY LOVE......NEVER CAN I LOVE"

Don’t know love as they told it.

Romeo and Juliet sounded so great.

Am I a Paranoid to speak this loud?

My corpse lay afloat, the day she left

I gazed and gazed, but said no word.

Oh ….My love ….indeed I did love.

The tangled question remained in my mind

Did I Love …Or did I not.

Oh ….no, no …..I didn't love.

Tried to cover the truth for long,

The basic strength was not in me.

To be with her, close to her skin,

To fill her heart with a bunch of flowers,

To keep her close to my chest, till death,

And to kiss her hand, was what I dreamed.

When she come close and stares into my eyes,

I would stand struck like a thunder,

My heart would pound and burn me under.

Those nights in my dreams,

The new Mughal Emperor had a Queen.

My friends and kins laughed their breath,

The funs and jokes then killed this king.

Those nights, my eyes sunk in the ocean.

No more ….no more, could I take by then.

But her face and voice filled my mind.

Afraid ….really afraid I was, of those near by.

I didn’t harvest a single Gold,

The seeds, I sowed, were not so deep.

“Traditions, criticisms, controversies…... and so on”

My brain couldn’t weigh all those things.

I was weak from inside my soul.

Gone was she …..Far by then.

So all I said was just a lie.

Oh …no ,no…......I didn’t love.

©Anees Rahman

A Ceremonial, HEAVENLY WEDDING

Gems, Diamonds, gold’s with pearls,

Shining atop its heights…, the mightiest door.

And the angels, Young with girls,

All in silvery whites, by its sides

And the precious of all, in center, in front,

Her charm, beauty and smile, awaiting her groom.

Oh, the pain she went through,

Oh, those bloodstained tears,

Oh, her path to this mighty door…

Oh, that ceremonial wedding...

She sat for her dine,

The trumpets, the music, the songs,

Her fingers trembling,

The fork into loose

Spices mixed with pain into tears

That turned into a veil, only in vain

The boys, the kids, the girls, in rhythm

But a nightmare, for her, to be hence.

Enjoying her beauty, the prince of the day,

Decorated, jewels and stones,

By her side, his eyes staring his beautiful bride

Obstructing his view, her hairs…,

Her two lone hairs, hanging, in front her eyes,

Like two grasses, in envy, to cover the moon of its shine.

Quickly did his fingers moved, to fly them off, her eyes,

But not those, of her mind.

The prince of her past, in the corner,

Zigzag shaggy dress, decorated, stitches and shades,

Covering, the bleeding wounds, his body his heart

And his fingers dug into his curled hairs

Her kisses, her touch, all gone and no more,

Unwillingly accepting the truth, the blood and pain.

“Oh my love…,”he knew, she loved…

Too late, a scene for now…

Her eyes shining with the brightness, her cheeks,

A flash, do they bring back his memories,

The touch of those, still in his heart,

The birds that flew over their love

The air that filled their breath, its scent,

The sea of roses, red and white, they sailed,

His hand, his feet, his heart burning,

The last trumpets heard into his ears,

And she departs, into the room.

Seconds passed ….hours, everyone waiting

The light to appear, but not yet…

But a girl opened, and stepped in…..

A scream, a terrible scream, louder than the trumpets…..

In a rush, the kids, the girls, the boys,

The prince of the day, and of her past…

She lay in the pool of her blood,

Still in her wedding dress, decorated, the scent

Her sorrow, pain and struggle, hid within,

And her love afloat, her blood, the diamonds shining…

Her true prince, falls, her feet,

Kisses into kisses, whites into reds,

His lips, all red….and he shouts….

“Oh my love, forgive….My love, forgive…”

Never a kiss, this deep,

Never an eye, this red,

And never a love, this far….

He lifts his eyebrows, finds his princess,

In front, in center, the mightiest door,

Decorated, gems, diamonds and pearls,

Her wedding dress, awaiting him,

And the angels, Young with girls,

All in silvery white, by her sides……

©Anees Rahman

The LOST

At the brim of the day
When the sun bows his head
And the darkness penetrate into the light,
Many hearts may weep,
But the acceptance is universal
That the souls shall not rise
Unless a new sun shines.
The determination to walk into the dark
Is a rarest of the quality that a soul possesses.
But the pains that make them do such a deed,
The calls that they receive from this dark.
Some in the sorrows of a lost love,
Some to find a way out of their drought
Yet some play it as a game,
But the happiest man who profits
Is the tomb who shall get him for ever.

©Anees Rahman

Now I See You, as The Blue Moon

Now I see you full, my love

As the moon, the Blue moon,

I thought, I did see you;

It was the moon, the Gibbous moon.

You smiled, for me, when you were

The moon, the Crescent moon,

With your pain, on your dark.

You laughed, for me, when you were

The moon, the Half moon,

But now I know, that I saw,

Only the moon, the dark moon,

And thought it, to be,

The moon, the full moon.

©Anees Rahman

The Blanket

Rolled in the blanket,The warmth gone
He cried
"Meow.......Meow........Meow"
But not the same,
Fear blew his dreams,darkening his nights,
Lost.......he really lost.
Oh! the poor cat.

He eats his bread,but not the taste again,
Fast and hard he runs,but not a gain.
The days on her lap & the warmth,
The love she gave,
The blooming flowers in his dreams,
The days of sweeter bread,
The nights of lullaby,
The Nightingale gone! She has flown!
He is alone!
Vacuum dead are his nights.
Oh! the poor cat.

The days they were together,
Together they walked the streets.
They saw the rain drops singing,
Across the Blimming traffic lights.
Happiness in his heart,
He cried "Meow........Meow........Meow,
I AM THE ONLY CAT"

Gone are the days & the warmth.
Never can the bread be sweeter ,
Never can he get the care,
And never can he cry with the same tune.
But still he cries,Again & Again,
"Meow........Meow.........Meow"

The New Robert Frost

A poet with a perspective and uniquity
Youthful ambitions
Influenced and motivated by Robert Frost
And the curiosities to dance like him.

Aged twelve….in the eighth class
My fingers spread into words.
Tried to rhyme with honey,
And piled them one by one.
Can't remember exactly,
But almost about fifteen ones.

I was no Shakespeare or one among them.
And within my limitations and imaginations,
I laid the bricks, the metals, the cement….so on
And built my Golden pillars, one by one.

I was truly an underdog,
But covered my shy with a thick blanket
And unfolded my teacher, what I hid…
“Hmm……is this a mockery or crockery?”

For a moment, the world stood still.
His words then chased and haunted me very hard.
Deeply was my soul, shattered
And this thing, my friable heart, split into pieces.

The Red curtain then fell in my front.
With all the pain, I burned my Golden pillars.
Lost all ambitions to be the new Robert frost,
Threw my sword and put this frost into my closet.

Generations passed by……..Long eleven years.
He followed and caught me in my dreams
And whispered into my ears…….
“Oh my boy…..
Leave your past…..
Suture your wounds….
And fill your heart.”

The sparrow of hope flew in my front
And the new Robert Frost arose from my grave.
With days of rehabilitation, my courage came again.
Somewhere from the Sahara's I started again.
Without knowing if they were durable or bearable,
I started painting my gorgeous bricks, one by one
To build my new Golden pillars…
And to be the new generation….Robert Frost.

©Anees Rahman

Far Beyond The Reach

Far beyond the reach, I sailed
Upon my broken raft, I sailed
Destinations beyond imaginations, I sailed.

Came in front, the twin gates
The gates of literacy & ignorance
Upon the feathers, I laid my foot.
"PLEASURE" .......was all that I felt
The stars & the clouds taught me smile
Cheating & betrayal was far a mile

Again came the twin gates
The gates of loyalty & betrayal
My Dreams..............My Aims.......!

Upon the dirt, I laid my foot
Betrayal became my political friend
And I followed the same trend
Those Roses.......My love.......
But never did my eyes turn in vain
Politics, was then, what I aimed
The red black clouds, blamed
But, inside, deep inside, I was lamed
I heard the echo, loud and hard
"HELP............HELP.........HELP"

Upon the thorns, I laid my foot,
Power and fame filled my eyes,
Those with their lusts smiled
Their smile was a bit mild
All I had was to blow their dusts
To be the best among the best

I smiled at them grinding my teethes
My dark mighty feathers ruled upon them
With all my power I reigned upon them
The crooked & the cowards became my slaves'

Upon the fire I laid my foot
The 'PLEASURE".......that I feel
Oh God .......".had I chosen the gateway of ignorance-
Freedom justice & loyalty would have been in my reach"
But now, these illusions.......

Are far…..very far beyond my reach .