The Return Poem by Syed Ahmed Shah

The Return



Let me return
To my quiet corner of invisibility
Where my idiosyncrasy
Has a sky to breathe...

Where there is none to question
The logic of my madness
The amphora of poisoned verse
In old fashioned rhyme
And yesterdays stale bread...

Let me breathe again...

Amidst the lengthening witches
The eyes scan the chameleonic grass
For remnants of life...

A piece of madness that come with a price...
Piece or pieces for a price
There is always a price
Mountain of fuzzy candy floss
To bury my nose in
Sugary color that sticks to the nose
I would never know
Father would never allow one of those
Too sweet, too flashy, too...
It had a price...

Let me for once
Chop off a tree
The nice feel of the hard and heavy axe
Driving through the soft tissue of guilt
Chop chop chop
TIMBER...! ! !

Why should I take your permission
Or tell you about it
It is all there to be struck
Sharp edge of hard metal against the soft flesh of life...
Who is talking of love
I just wanted to talk to myself about me
And wanted someone to listen...
Chop chop chop
My take on love
Give me a piece of the Arabian sea...

(c) Syed Ahmed Shah, Bokultol,14th Oct,2014.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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Syed Ahmed Shah

Syed Ahmed Shah

Guwahati, Assam, India
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