It's basically a surreal poem expressing deep angst that torments one's heart...
And the half moon
Perched
On the boughs
Of golden heat
And the broken bone
Like a wizard's wand
Beating her
Dead and drunk
She smells
Her wet teeth
Soaked
In some wobbly winds
Of portent germs
That never ever swears
Hard on her
Wine killing lips
The lips
Closely apart from her
Chasing for nothing
Dissolve her melting self
As if the half-shadows
And the half-moon soon
Will be dying for her
Her well wasted love
Biting and biting, always
As she stays back
For a while
For the virgin stalker
Going hiding
To breath afresh
Under
The same banyan bough
Of heat and dust
She is always
For ever
To count the digits
Of her wary airs
In unarmed charm
From within
And without, but not to guess
In her virtual rituals
Of wayward misgivings.
Poetry by Kamaruzzaman
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Written on 2014-09-20 at 07:33
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Half Shadows and The Half Moon, And She
Half shadowsAnd the half moon
Perched
On the boughs
Of golden heat
And the broken bone
Like a wizard's wand
Beating her
Dead and drunk
She smells
Her wet teeth
Soaked
In some wobbly winds
Of portent germs
That never ever swears
Hard on her
Wine killing lips
The lips
Closely apart from her
Chasing for nothing
Dissolve her melting self
As if the half-shadows
And the half-moon soon
Will be dying for her
Her well wasted love
Biting and biting, always
As she stays back
For a while
For the virgin stalker
Going hiding
To breath afresh
Under
The same banyan bough
Of heat and dust
She is always
For ever
To count the digits
Of her wary airs
In unarmed charm
From within
And without, but not to guess
In her virtual rituals
Of wayward misgivings.
Poetry by Kamaruzzaman
Read 624 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2014-09-20 at 07:33
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