By Asma Firdous
Drug me
let me drown
in those deadly flavours
that they call haraam!
Fill the glass
with toxic formulas
and leave no drop behind…
Let my words flutter
let my tongue untie
in that crude language
it finds something divine
Let me lose my senses
they never served me truth
let me turn blind to the world
forget the flowers or weeds
this moment let me be me!
In such an induced trance
let me speak
shout or wail
set me free
to kill or save
the one I enslave
in my frail and weak bones
in my coward heart!
Let me say some words of illegal
wisdom
spill out some secrets
confess some sins
ruin my world.
Let me speak of love unknown
express my hidden desires
my lustful dreams and wishes
my divine sacrifices!
Let me free to wail
on my slavery
an enchanted freedom
the victimhood I deny!
Let me cry all tears
let me shout all anger
let me whisper love
the sacred desire….
And if I turn silent
empty your glass in me
do whatever it takes
to make me speak again
Let me talk
of that secret goodness
of the stolen memories
of those lies I have told myself
Let me talk
of the betrayals
that came from generous friends and
foes
and the generous me
I might laugh
while I cry loud
I might seem mad
while I talk wise
and when I stop
And you see my eternal stories end
take them away
and sing some old lullabies
some songs of silence
let me fall asleep
And while I sleep
find some age old dagger
that’s been left untouched
and its histories forgotten
clean the dust of times
Let it shine
enough to quell
the darkness of the moonless nights!
And when I wake up
to this strange smile
spare no time
and get that dagger
grip it hard we love
and stab me in my heart!
Let me hold the dagger with you
so no crime happens
but stab my heart!
Fear not!
Am not dead
you just broke my chains
freed me eternal
fear not this memory
for the one you heard
the one you saw
you are doomed to forget!
(The poet is pursuing bachelors in Horticulture at SKUAST-K.)
There’s a dream in her heart,
A story beyond time and space!!!