Estrangement Poems

Saturday evenings reek of stale words, aching bones and a running out of things to feel dressed in a darkness where your silence meets mine and no sound seeps in through the fine crisscross weave of the blanket soggy with

A girl of just 4 years old, Who lost her mother. The beautiful relationship was disconnected, Girl had nothing but to be disconcerted. She was depressed, But could not express. Could only feel disembodied, Of her abandon mother. Her feelings

Marginality// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) When eyes rain on beautiful steps along a novel’s paths, while you stay out of the text, know that you are put in the margins; when you boil like sleepless volcano, just to furnish

Sometimes my mind flies away, leaving my body behind. I look around the room, I’m so confused. Who are these people? Why am I here? It’s a bit too late, because they can’t relate. What’s happening to me? Why do

Winter has the taste of melancholy; my window puts on a cloak of glass, wraps its face with a shawl of lead and drops cold tears, each time universe shrinks. (2) Migrant birds have a travelling homeland in sky and

Her ashen face, Was forever concealed in her hand. The prospect of the land beyond the cloud, Forever being fantasized in her head. Alienation and estrangement consuming her. Many thought she was almost as good as dead. The ignorant blurs

We walk the deserted streets of my city. The scorching hot cement sizzles that transparent vibration that warmth has under the light of day. We go from empty shops to empty museums to empty shops again, staring at blank walls

Flicking through the paper an advert caught my eye, I hesitated slightly as I almost read right by, “Space Cadets required all across the nation” The job was made for me so I sent off my application. “Experience required” I

They said something was wrong with my mind Treating my “disorder” like a disease, how could they have been so blind? It was never that simple, the problem lurked deeper Never mind the blood and tears, it lay within the

You there, strong-willed and so brave, smart and so kind. You there sitting and having a hard time, eyes holding back tears you’re afraid to let flow. Let them fall angel, let them all go. You’re not just a fighter

Fear surrounds me Panic hits me I want you now I need only thou. I look around At the darkness bound I think of calling With the fear of failing. Courage i gather Trying to feel like a feather The

When love is found what happens to your heart? Does it stay the same or fill up with love again just like it did from the start? Does it beat less or beat more? Is it sewn up from being

When I lay in rest And now the cycle again, Turns on when, I lay in rest Under the almond blossoms, in the chest. I travel back through the narrow lanes, Of my mind Into the chuckles and games- That

Her severed head she carries, from the Sant’ Angelo Bridge, surrounded features bring her near, so small in comparison, drawn to the Tempietto, she’s associated with this reminder overheard, from my conversation with Paul from the ceiling, conveyance from scripture,

So much I keep inside for fear you won’t believe, That thought is terrifying on its own, I’m scared you would think that I’d set out to deceive, So I’ll walk this winding path all alone. Sometimes I’m confused and

The dam of tears broke My hands trembled. A wave of euphoria engulfed me as I stretched my arms to hold you You were a blessing, a promise to me A promise, of hope and strength and everything I could

In a world filled with hatred let’s spread love From the ground below to the heavens above Behind every wave of destruction is a broken dream There’s a silent tear and a deafening scream It’s easy to unleash violence sitting

I In that quiet and still moment loneliness hit her, Like an empty vessel, like a roaring shore less ocean. Once she opened her mouth to speak The sluice gates of emotion let loose the words. Words, which tumbled and

another day I met her on the field… in my heart a passion wakes how many have fallen asleep only I have stayed awake to see the face of the sky drunken moon fugitive moon…………..clouds scattered a spider’s torn web,

After a very long time; five years to be specific, I came across yet another phase in my life when I was again full upto the brim. This time though I had no energy in me to raise the height

The dark velvet blanket begins its descent Sprinkled with stars gleaming like diamonds on display, Shadows cast their images over mountains that surround me, Like hugs ancient warriors they stand guarding me like a king; And I feel loved. I

(Often wonder at the children neglected, orphaned or left to their devices. And cropped up a poem, on their battles and their victories.) There once lived a little lost lassie… In a small town strewn with people busy. Oft, Unheard,

I don’t like the sound of lies But I myself speak one or two With a poker face many times Hiding the truth through and through Still I preach honesty Like I am a saint and divine Pretending to stall

I’m not afraid of heavy rain but give me a better umbrella to let it drain not afraid of challenges in life but give me the precision to cut them all with knife You may not give me the best

The little songbird sits silent, Lost in the thoughts of sweet spring. The last dregs of his warmth are spent, As the final birds take wing. The old gnarled tree cried to the bird “Fly away dear feathered friend, The

Fractious smokescreen between celestial reflection and contempt floats on a shaken rug. You cannot stand still incognito. The indictment stinks for the impoverished vicitims who make history through to the bones. Grappling after theft, interstitial existence falls like glass pieces

Midnight in the Rose Garden, in the shadow of the moon’s Shadow well, I retrace the paths we used to walk back to That moon-flower covered two storey gazebo…I climb the Stairs again to the top that overlooks the deep

Birds levitate and are airborne, Flapping wings soaring to the highest stratosphere, Flying into the blue yonder, Over snowcapped mountains, abutting the clouds, Flying, gliding, landing, so sublime Perching themselves in the tiny gap between other birds on a cable

Credulous and Innocent, Dewy eyed and Trusting, Free of evils and moral wrongs, A Facade came by abusing and accusing, Now I Know “The Wolf in Sheep’s clothing” Sensitive and Assailable, Tripping on words that read adore, Cruel intentions, Ulterior

Oh beloved mother, my concierge and my friend… This is a little tribute for all what you are, for all what you mean to me… Creator of the world created you with inundation of courage… I salute you for your

The pages of a book, the leaves of a life. Pictures of a love overcoming strife Moments in time, captured for posterity Reminders of a past filled with love and hilarity Memories are all that the pages now hold Dreams

Life is a puzzle, I am trying to solve… A dark mystery, On which, I am trying to shed light upon… As I struggle to solve this riddle, I seek from the creator, To place no fetters on my freedom,

Sit there, arms folded about your knees Sit there and sulk And still you are beautiful even when your mood Settles on your face like bad makeup Your glances dance with the fire of your anger And your tongue spews

A dream what is that exactly, a reason to live, love, laugh, follow your heart. His heart, her heart, your heart, my heart, their hearts even our own hearts, from that first newborn smack on our baby bottoms, to wail

I want to be the exception to your tenacious nature. I want to be the reason you desire a refined version of yourself. I want to be the one who demolishes the barriers you have constructed around your being. I

Hi John and Mary, A few months ago, I heard that you were contemplating leaving. And the move was not across town nor another region of the state. But it was way across country, and at least a thousand miles

If together we were.. We could love, we could fight, We could try to make things right. When I were wrong, you could keep hold I could care for you, as we grow old. Holding our hands we could go

Dear love, I have always wanted to understand you more, But first of all, you must know you are the one who I most adore. Dear love, will you stand by me through the most rugged journeys of all? Dear

11 There is living after death, there is death before life, Ordinary living which is in scrambles of destituteness, Destituteness of idealism, of knowledge meaningful, of utter candidness. Dull realities of weeds, weeds of rampant ignorance, averment Of void words,

That magical high, Flying up to the sky, But when it’s time to say bye, And you are no longer fried, You feel like you want to die. An evil pill shall kill, It can be legally filled, But don’t