the stranger - trilogy

posted on  http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=54462  a very long time ago and forgotten about it till my good friend Fayyaz sent me the link.

the stranger

( i )

the silent whispers of the ghosts that do not exist
stir me from my sleep
how is it that the gentle caress of slumber
kisseth not these dreams away

words. they befoul my soul

i have vowed not to speak to you anymore
you can not converse in two languages
pardon me if i have forgotten yours
what is there in names anyway

i can call you my murderer too

so mesmerised by the division
i forgot what it divided
the line grew larger with each step 
and finally engulfed me

there was no darkness before there was light

a shadow creeps slowly to the door
the room is empty as it peeks in
there is someone following it
it turns to see its master right behind

only slaves cry for freedom and sometimes
philosophers 

i looked hard at the reflected face
and recognized the stranger
the dim light was not enough
though it wasn't the first time

there was no way that i could have greeted him

the stranger - ii

(ii)

have i known you before
have i seen you
what is it that you carry
is not that my memories

how did you get it
my stolen crutches
rotting with the stench of desire
my maladies are mine alone

she cut it into pieces and neatly disposed it into an ash tray

no one could ever shed light 
into the matter of darkness
and this was the grey area
where she chose to dwell

i reached out gropin with my hand
and lost myself in the folds and crevices
the darkness was confounding
i slipped and fell in the abyss

the stranger - iii

(iii)

everyone knows the end in the beginning but none wills to believe

he walked slow and carried a staff
i had known he would come 
still i couldn't help feeling surprised
i dared not look at him 

i knew it was the stranger
we looked through each other 
and acknowledging our estrangement 
we passed by in silence

sometrhing stirred in me
i sighed and got up 
i started walking right behind him
without a word he led me on

the sun was about to set beckoning us as we walked in its direction 

Two faces and a crescent moon

Two faces and a crescent moon

passing by I'd once heard a soft tune,
and looked back to see
that forlorn melancholy figure of doom,
that had till recently been my shadow...
melted in the darkness, shattered and broken down
i gathered the pieces meticulously,
reconstructing my remains
and buried them in the sands
till time could peg me to its chessboard once again.