It was encassed
In lavendar blooms
Held tied by jute ribbons
It was sealed
In a tapestry of joy
The wind of wild wisdom
It held tight
To trance-like feelings
Emotional freedom
It was sunbathed
In weakened sand
Salty water rush ashore
It was released
As white lilies
Floating ponds galore
And today, this time
It unfolds completely
In colorful happiness
Shining light trapped by darkness
We all think we’d be ready
In split seconds
We grow distant, but
cry out emotions
Why is it so painful?
Shattering if it happens
When the dearly departed
Leaves material possessions
Things get complicated
We lash and take vengeance
Reality sets in but we had
A false perception of
Grasping permanence
Like children, really,
like children
A spin on the wheel
I saw what made it all unreal
The lions in dens
Tiger cubs confined
in little pens
A ferris turns air into rust
Swirly mess of candy floss
Clock ticking tocks
Game-giving toys
Clowns sneezing dumb
Giant swings dangle
Elephants and stripe hooves
Attempt juggling acts
Jokes by Zazel:
The human projectile
Death rides
Toppling tents
Stunt-oriented artistes
flip, unicycle and
Walk tightrope
It’s a carnival of comical acts
When the ringmaster tames the lion tamer
That’s when the freak show begins
Enter a full-on argy-bargy three-ring extravagant
He ate alone in his room
She fixes him a plate with a fork
Sometimes with a spoon
He drives to work, clocks in
Memorise greeting lines at the door
Of this tiny little Inn
When the day retires
He returns home wired
Runs down to the basement
Sleeps with a mind that’s never tired
He ate alone in his room
She catches him watching
Fantasy Island again at noon
This time she whispers words
Expecting no reaction
He never pays attention
But like instant gratification
He laid his head on her lap
She held him tight in her silk cocoon
He looks up at her with a gaze and says
“Mum I love you to the Moon.”
This boy no longer eats alone in his room.
BLINK
He hits the screen
Remote
He works his notes
Reformat
He taps and resets
Reconfigure
He turns off his wire
Read more…
AUTOSYNC
He keys-in coded digits
Enter
He clicks the sensor
Scroll
His turn to roll
Return
Files burn
Read less…
A reboot for an offender at work
Wisdom has taught men
That no one or the other
Isn’t allowed to search for
A place to escape, to hide; to occupy
When all is lost, war-torn
Threatened by cruelty or
A deadly plague rears ugly
Stripped from what was had
And all that’s left are
The clothes on our backs
A piece of stale bread
Walking barefoot in humility
Symbols of worship as we know them
Become our safe place, a sacred space
When you have but only one – hope
And the Almighty as company
My head’s filled with fluid gently swishing about
A perfect setting for my eyeballs, they’re just about ready to pop out
If my brain fell; ganglia hung axons completely oozing out
I gather I’d prune away some synapses and neurons on my way out
Just so you know, my head’s a tad messy like that; so my obloganta needs to shut up before I cop out
They say her body
Wasn’t cut for ballet
Yet she still did
A perfect cabriole
She wasn’t born
with a silver spoon
Classical by Bolshoi
made her swoon
In flowy tutus on pointe
Moved by Giselle
Her poise and ballon
Enslaved hearts in aerial
She staged graceful lines
Fronting music and lightness
Pirouette arms and torso aligned
She enters a city of dancers
Laying on a bed of baled hay
Baby’s breaths cover my chests
I hear that gallop and neigh
Towards him I gently caress
Welcoming him apple in palm
Dottingly he nibbled minute long
Looking gallantly warm and calm
This odd-toed Equus, his wither strong
This is my forever happy place
On a field of daydreams & cantering hooves
Could there have been a happier space
No, this is it! Perfect for a Sunday snooze
They wrote their lives away
On mortgages and loans
They built a humble abode
Alone; on sticks and stones
When it came to monies
It was one dreary journey
Bereft in debts and piled bills
They could not reclaim a penny
Startled by a news so dour
The roof over their heads reposessed
In a room of court, passing hour
Papers were signed, dreaded they regress
What was meant to be ‘in sickness, in health’
Could no longer withstand, sunken struck
A life once happy beyond pure stealth
Is now overspent left bankrupt
My All - Poems By Farzleen Fadzil Khan 