Poetry by Abdulrehman Minhas
January 6th, 2012 § Leave a Comment
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OVERDOSE ON NOVOCAINE
She loves like a moth
But when that arsonist comes
Pray William and tell—
Would you put the apple on your soul?
That is how she gets off,
Extinguishing her senses on hirsute chests
The moment she immolates a heart
And the needles don’t prick anymore
Don’t become like nicotine
Fuck like a flame—leave a burn
As they all deify the vapours of lust
Till the tears turn to smoke and regrets to ash
Love like a dead-weight
Why don’t you just fall prey
To tragic absinth
The ecstasy of drowning
As your paper house burns
And the monkeys dance around the salamanders;
Feel just slightly numb,
Overdose on novocaine.
EXPORTED DREAMS
Love is Urdu and heaven is the papyrus
Conjure! — It floats like naked smoke
Epidermis cells reborn on wounds,
Perfume-flasks shattered in the depths of consciousness
Agony in post-cards of pleasure
As the butterflies peak through the veil
Immolate memories on the pyre of suffering
Let the serotonin fill the bowl
Lark! The xenogamous petals twirl
And so the betel-leaf is chewed and expectorated
The enchantress prophesizes golden henna circles
The sweet-nothings of her curse; whispered to a merchant of dreams
As you pick up fragments of thoughts
Construct—like the mad-houses of Idols!
Insert galvanic energy into the palate
Recreate the divine in foreign dreams
Let it pixelate your vision
Repeat it verbatim,
Your tinnitus will be its prison
Imagine in rapid-eye movements.
ABSINTH MORNING
By the absence of morning light,
She held out the sáki plight.
Violet essence mourning delight,
Beloved in heaven– always in flight.
Ambrosia bestows a saccharine kiss,
Enamoured by the injured bliss.
O! Qalb
Caress brine’ n’ hiss,
Honey-milk procured in the drowning abyss.
But tears shed by the love-struck timid;
In wine they taste putrid
Absinth eyes are lucid,
Beckon to her in a dream drunk and livid.
Gulab sprinkled misty dew,
Plumage of eyes — colored hue
Lilacs prickled the lusty shrew,
Withered are the leaves—stitched in blue.
O! Kismet
Breeze sang verses on sands and shoal,
Kayanat left with her an empty bowl.
Henna awakens her brightly: bursting with Chaand’n’dhol
Fragment her always, never be whole.
TERRIBLE ANGEL
On a winter’s night,
I slept in my warm bed,
Entombed in the sepulcher of blankets and stillness,
Till a soft coo whispered in my head
From the depths of my consciousness,
Released from my comfortable enclosure,
I escaped dreams and my eyes opened to darkness
But, alas, there was someone there by my bedside,
It stood there: the terrible angel
It changed its form with its caprices
The wings bent at odd angles,
Its armor glinting behind the pale moon lit sky,
Devoid of stars, the reflected light acted as the beacon
The veil of darkness had flung,
The angel was a hermaphrodite,
Beautiful manwoman, I could see the small shadow hung
Punctured through its breasts, peaks of carbonite,
Rising from below its depth; jutting out like a tower
It spoke to me now a hissing from its forked tongue
‘Love’, it said in a way that was unworldly
Reverberating, across the oblong room
I narrowed my eyes and asked it how?
But it repeated itself perpetually
As the words remained there forever
Like paper-cuts smothered in honey
But the cacophony grew louder
The words he repeated now had grown to a fever pitch
They had taken a life of their own
I told it that I did not know how to love
The angel; if it was an angel
Sunk its spindly fingers beneath my chest
I froze, paralyzed by pain and fright
I could see its eyes, scarlet flames that eat themselves,
Its teeth pointed
Saliva dripping from its lips
As my ribs cracked
I felt its cold unearthly hands down my labyrinth
Pirouetting fingers and the reveal
Dripping and oozing: the scarlet beating heart
I looked, unable to close my eyes
As the thing touched its forked tongue
Slithering down multiple valves
Cleaning the residue of blood vessels
Then with an instant he ate it whole
Chewing it rapidly
I could hear the splutter of blood
And muscle and fat
It ate my heart and I was still alive
A bloody smile
It stared into my off-center eyes
Knowing that I was alive; it took its time to…
‘I know how to make you love’
As it sat on the newly created hole
With a mortal heart in its divine bowels
It defecated a blackened heart,
Into an empty chest.