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Samah Khan Poems
the fear of fear
Fear is not what I am afraid of. True, it is a frightful thing to fear; But the fear of fearing fear is overwhelming Especially when its form becomes sheer
I have forsaken both rest and peace
I have forsaken both rest and peace, The silence of the forest reverberates inside my head, And at night my bed is a hollow grave of leaves.
death is such sweet sorrow
Death is such sweet sorrow Rotten tears we beget, wet eyes speak while lips wail Loud neighbours feign solicitous interest Asking about the how's, the when's and the where's
Brown hair and green eyes
I watched you from a distance-a maiden lost at sea- (Hardly fair or bewitching to one as amply endowed as thee)
I loved you
I loved you like the crashing waves love the turbulent gale I loved you like the seagulls loved the soft sea’s lore I loved you like the mountains love the rippling vale I loved you like a drowning man loves the nearby shore
As If We Never Were
Come, lay by me and find my hands In the dark between the warm bedding- The window is dark, the shades dimly aglow The sun is at ascent (or it might be setting) .
I wish I were beautiful
I wish I were beautiful So I’d know what to do For in this world of fame and glitter Only the beautiful come through
pain in beauty
There is pain in your beauty And it hurts me to look at you My own self-esteem faltering in the throes of such perfection, God-made, I cannot create it
The audacity to hope
I once had dared to hope For things I now abhor I had once impudently nursed the hope Where I had never dared to hope before
Lies of the Lamb
The lamb, a childhood consort, has lied to me She's sung songs that she cannot claim She's sung of blue rivers, of green leas Of bright suns and pleasant rain
dearly beloved (write to me)
Write me a poem, dearly beloved, Write of your love, your fidelity, your proclivity For doing what is right for me, not what is right; Speak to me of what you feel
blind, deaf and dead
I see their dark expressions as They try to stare me down I lift my head, my eyes are blank As I muster an indifferent frown
the thought of losing you
The thought of losing you is no less than a catastrophe, Even such a notion in itself is a disaster. Suns and moons have faded away all my life, This is one talent I can claim to have mastered.
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the fear of fear
Fear is not what I am afraid of.
True, it is a frightful thing to fear;
But the fear of fearing fear is overwhelming
Especially when its form becomes sheer
Fear is like losing a tree of shade on a bristling day
Or losing your breath when you fall below the sea;
I fear this fear of fearing these fears
And it is this fear that is part and parcel of me.
Fear is like loving without being loved back,
Fear is like leaving without being left;
And the fear of loving and leaving and being loved and being left
Is opposed by the fear of not fearing anything ...