Aimanu B. Ali

They find me beautiful
Some send their furtive glances
On my way like a coy mistress
Others confront me in the eyes.
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I laugh
A thousand springs rush
Down the mountain slope
The swing of my hips as I walk
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We are now
Two fallen leaves,
Floating downstream
While drifting apart
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You call it love
your tool of torture
upon my body,
on my soul.
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My love, you said,
'Lets walk in the rain',
Falling elegantly through the air,
Dripping as never ending strings
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My world
static now.
I am dead to everything
except the sound of the sea
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My mother,
she is lying there,
on her bed.
She seems to fade
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You know, these days sometimes
I am almost in love with death.
You are surprised.
But I too wonder if it is possible
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A heaviness persists on my soul
like a foggy curtain in January morning.
Give me a little sunshine,
the sun refuses to rise in my sky
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A wild feeling crept into me
and wanted to yell, to holler out.
May be a drunk feeling
arose from a fascination
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New curtains hung
Floors scrubbed
Till shone as mirror.
New recipes tried
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A beautiful day is about to end
The sun still shining
In a cerulean sky
Tinted with red and pink
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My friend, you said to me,
'Do not maintain a relation.'
You asked me to maintain life,
Life in a relation.
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I am toying with words
Beautiful, emotional and soft,
Then there are those as well,
Angry, hard, bitter and cruel.
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How can I fear,
Fear losing you,
When I do not even know you?
I've heard of mirages,
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There she lies like a defeated soldier
Armour bloody and torn
The battle-worn face no more sanguine
Her body frazzled and languid.
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You man of books,
You have dreamed so properly.
You kiss my lips
And say you love me.
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A river is like a woman.
A beautiful picture,
A joy to all who behold.
She sings, she dances,
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Happiness! How do you define it?
A flexible term.
You can stretch it,
Like an elastic band
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