saifulah's blog
Afieya Sidiqie
A strange thing indeed hast thus done,
The keepers of light and equity;
None other!
Abduction of small children,
With the accused mother.
Oh, what hath came over ye?
The Healing Balm!
With no wound, no bruise, a heart joyful
My sweetness, forgiveness is your name
All your tears soar high as the moon pull
Glittering stars in the sky adorn your fame.
Thank God!
The other midnight devil asked for his due
And snatched some sizzling mutton to chew
To all corners of the earth reached his bah
When all of a sudden there appeared Elijah
Sweet Pang!
O, broken heart when you so will,
Flowing time comes to stand still.
You tread two steps to your love,
To begin the end, where you start.
Be eternal abode, sojourn of God:
AKA. Embryology!
All seas thine ink
All trees thine pen
Among the blind, one eyed king's wink
Surely vouches for his ken
Thine treasure of good words
Incline towards
Killing the loving priest
Rsheed Butt!
The almighty hold my reins - who alone is what
We call, the all sufficient provider but -
To the gullible buyer what we owe, you know?
A little gilded glitter, and they won't raise a brow
Perfect!
My father invented pinhole camera
And I was told to perfect it
I punched 20 holes around my tit
My father invented platonic love
And he told me to perfect it
Only Ironically!
Let's beat the mark,
Of a snake crawled past
Or my world goes dark!
A blinded God winketh!
Where it takes a drop
You bring a torrent to pour
Than to drip and plop
You leap and hop
With word-blizzard host
More or less, tore
The whole point gets lost
The Porcelain Heart!
While the pesky bums
Dropping malodorous bombs
I see my love
Oh! How steadfast
Busy collecting the crumbs
Of a shattered, porcelain heart
In a little padded pouch
Resurrection!
When our souls smolder at their core
The coolant drops themselves outpour
To quicken the dead crust back to life
Suchlike is 'tween rain and earth strife
Lo! Dead
A casket asks to
Her dread
To a claustrophobic corpse
Beyond the pale
If you are yet dead?
Oh! Poor howling gale
And if not
Here's the last nail!
Lo! Woebegon
On top of a rugged hill
Darkness on the deep, alas!
Where there ain't no grass, alas!
By the potion pool
A lone daffodil
Leans on a withering tree, alas!
With the foliage pale
Lo! Plagiarist
You pointed to Sorrow
Playing,
In my head
And yet,
Forgot to mention,
Motorhead
As did I,
Forget to,
The both of them
My mistake!
Yes it was an amalgam
