Monday, 27 March 2017

Astavidat In Ashtad







A low hum of a living breeze
Like a hymn,
Soothes vivacious trees and flowers and grass
Into a mystic enchantment
In a broad blessed splendor

Above, the three moons stoop.
One entrust, a mug, but Astavidat!
Astavidat turns bloody
Devoid of life and feelings

On a bench,
His arm around her bare neck
But the enslaving luster
Pours from Astavidat, showering her, Ashtad.

Craze, she turns craze
Ashtad the new Astavidat abode
Free and mindless
Devours his soul, a cold blade deep in his heart!

Sadique @2017

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

Waiting

 

I am waiting to feel your hand upon my heart
And meet your love that is like a maze
Breaking this barrier of distance and time
And find nothing has changed.

Though am not used to this waiting,
But for your love, I am anticipating.
And in the reflections
Of your nascent smiles
I want to see our love's image

I'm sure I am not alone in this fate
But yours heart too is living on the edge
Of our vast love and life changing
A crutch to lean on
And lift each other when down
And dwell in this common charm

Sadique Kwatsima

Modern Winds, Old Dust

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