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Proem
I believe in reason, In free will, In science, In human stupidity, And in the magic of love. I believe we are slaves Of our habits, Our desires, our biases. I believe our decisions Are mostly automatic, Bypassing reason. I know science casts doubts About free will, And flirts with Determinism, But that negates Our individual responsibility. I have doubts about Fatalism, About pre-determined destiny, As they contradict The concept of divine justice. I believe we can change things If we have a burning desire To change, remain persistent, And are willing to face failures. One needs thousand pages book, An encyclopaedia, to explain Such complex beliefs. This is my Proem. (14/04/22) © https://www.poeticnoesis.com/ Like a poem
Sitting in a cafe Of a hotel lobby, I read her patiently Like a poem. Her every feature, well Aligned, stimulates An imagery, evokes desires, Infuses longing. Her smiles, dimples, Playful eyes, her freckles, The vanilla scent Of her skin, The dexterity Of hands, lips, and tongue, The colour of her eyes, The curl of her back, All crafted, perfectly, together Like the stanzas of a poem. Her every glance, Every laughter, The sound Of every syllable, like a metaphor, Enough to ignite the fire Of my imagination. ©https://www.poeticnoesis.com/ It hurts
It hurts that I can't watch you grow On a daily basis. How you put on your uniform, Gel your hair, Play rugby, And excel at school. Every day I imagine, listening To your stories, advising you About the road ahead, Watching you smile. How we splash, as allowed By the people, our grey sky With bright colours. How we fill the rooms Of our hearts, the hands Of our souls, With the seeds of happiness, And yearning. How I watch the time Coil like a snake Around the weary wings Of the life. How I watch dark clouds, spread Across the sky Of my mind, enter my house. It hurts that vast continents, Sky kissing mountains, Bottomless seas, back breaking Flights, have been placed, Mercilessly, between us. (2016) ©️ https://www.poeticnoesis.com/ A patient note
I am in a hospital: dressed in a hospital gown, reclining in a bed of pain, aware of an irritating catheter draining the pink urine into a bag; the city skyline illuminates my room window; I scroll down the pictures, the people, in my phone; an absence fills the shelves of my mind. I pine for simple things, like piddling, like washing, in privacy, with dignity. (07/03/2021) (Setu Literary Magazine- USA) ©https://www.poeticnoesis.com/ |
PoetGul Javed These poems have been previously published in various literary journals, magazines, books and anthologies around the globe including the UK, the USA, Ireland and Canada.
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