Sometimes I regret this youth's rude awakening. I am lost to an unknown world, banished to roam it alone, unknowable cannot relate this viewpoint I have, straddling converging, conflicting thoughts and hopes, constantly muted by each and every world, all corners that conflate only in the instances to tell me I am wrong, perverse, without [...]
Category: Poetry
NaBloPoMo #16 – Surrogate #15
A melancholic sadness, A softly, softley wide awakening, Eyes open, Iris' flex, Soaking it all in, blurring filled with internal rain. Thunderous. Shaking uncontrollably as we meet, As we sit, speak, meet, disagree. Cut deep and hurt, seemingly eternally. A life is a life, Flows from low to highs. The world is shattered and shredded [...]
#NaBloPoMo #10: Keep Going – What is this? Poetry.
Before I begin, I should clarify the "missed day thing" - not just because I want to be a "good girl" and not loose any points .. but seriously back away from the points. Anyway for as long as I remember I've worked on a biological farmers clock. Maybe it has something to do with [...]
#NaBloPoMo #8: The Precipice that could Swallow this Crow.
Waiting for the day when nothing else remains. When all that we have and were will refuse to remain, The day that I cease to torment us with this simmering hate, The day you again love what I -What WE can create, The time that can be dedicated to ourselves and not, When love is [...]
#NaBloPoMo #7: Masculinity
For making Saag Paranthas when mum got sectioned, For letting my small legs dance and showering us with affection, For the long walks to get us out of the house, For helping us all get rid of that pesky mouse, For doing the world of a couple alone, For keeping everything light and together at [...]
This.. Hurt.. Questions.
Hey, do you hear me? Do you wish to call? Do you yearn to hear us speak? Can I trust you? Can you believe me? Can we carry on in reality? Why can't we be friends? Would it be so hard to hang? Would meeting up be such a drag? We are divided, yes. More [...]
post poetry to finish.
A broken siren, devoid of any call, cast adrift traversing land unseen. My Poseidon, my hope. Won't you cast me a rope? Some marks, some letters, some speck of honeyed ambrosia. Must glass needles sheer me from below and inside? A siren I unseen, ugly in my self-imposed calamity, you stride armed trident, the seven [...]
A Morning Vow; Affirming renewal, pondering depths
Virginal and pure I was, Your mirror in an eternal smoke and fog. God I thought has led me there fair, to salvation as best that It could. I married my soul to you since, yearly, monthly, daily I preach, to yours I became. Following persistent, impatient, self-shame. Your steadfast quiet fealty scared me, I [...]
My Mourning Period. My self-imposed fate.
I have 40 days grace to mourn the hands of fate, But did it begin when last I heard your sweet nectared voice refuse to sing? Or when your strong and loving hands typed such embittered short goodbyes? Or further still does it begin when last I held and kissed your face? Though in this [...]
My day
By taking away my only companionship, You ostracised me, I was alone and vulnerable today, Emotional and ill, Stressed to the hilt, Saddened beyond belief, Could you not see? Surely as a determined fellow woman, My gendered mirror in this unclear ether, You should be able to see me here. Ask my name, Wonder from [...]
Mariam Kauser 