Mercy


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Listless,
Restless spirit
To me engaged
Forever.

Whispers,
Silent kisses
Seeing to it that
I drown.

Minutes,
Passing moments
Never stay there
Only fade.

Dreams,
Countless visions
Taking all that which
Is theirs.

Faith,
A fading promise
Failing efforts that
Derail.

Monsters,
Grueling demons
Feeding on
My life.

Breathing-
Are you not?
Do you feel like-
You are gone?

Listless Whispers,
Minutes, Dreams…

Faith in Monsters,
Can you breathe?


Thank You Poets Rally (Week 80)


Week 80 the perfect poet award

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Thank you for nominating my poem [http://lifespect.com/2014/07/26/la-magia/] and for the award.

I nominate: http://nefariousx.blogspot.de/2014/07/if-you-want-to-know-why.html

Wish you all joy and awakening.


Skin


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One dreary lover
You are wounded
And in pain

In your towel
All washed up

I hug you for the comfort
And you say:

Please touch my skin
From underneath

She is watching us
Afar…

If I do that we can’t stop
I keep caressing you,
Your robe

My eyes now filled
With ache

You hold tighter
As we move

Very gently
In the snow

It’s pain
For lack of love

It’s pleasure Knowing
That you are

If even in a robe
And even though

Your skin
I cannot touch.


Caramel


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You offer wine
But not your kiss
And I’m longing for that bliss.

You look at mine
But not my lips
Oh I’m burning for those lips.

You play with me
This game
There’s no one in who wins.

If you kissed away the look
If my eyes you missed on end
Which gain?

A desire of the eyes
Unaccomplished by us both
What loss!

Some attention for your lips
That might wonder
What’s out there?

Only a kiss?
Oh no it’s not!
It’s desire, that which melts.


Quietus


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How do I love me?
Tell me how!

It’s me that I have sought
For times in every life.

This second person
That I call upon

Is whom indeed?
Some god?

This presence that I seek
Is existent? Ever been?

Where’s the promise
That was made?

Who’s the person
That does care?

I’m helpless and devoured
By the demons of my mind.

It’s blocked, my love for me
Only hatred and demise.

This darkness that I’ve lived through
This dwelling of all doubt

Needs shatter into drops
To daring cries of mindless I.

How can I practice what I preach?
How can I leave myself behind?

It’s time to live, I need to die.
The question is: Can I?


History


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Declutter my mind.
You’re music to my dance.
It’s you who makes me move-
To a song they never sang.

Every troubadour at home,
Sings a story, not been told.
Don’t you dare and make it null-
Their desires, all their hope.

You move beyond the moves,
That I’ve seen, that I have moved.
I’ve seen you, yes I have.
I just know it makes me glad.

Come help me sing,
The burden of this silence-
I cannot take,
It’s time to break.

You tell me that I am-
What I’m not, have never been.
Who I am is who I’ve been?
Or is it not?

A warm hug is all we need
One moment of “not I!”
We’ve lingered there
For long!

Your words…
Scrape away my soul
They burn!
They do corrode.

Your fear of ‘I don’t know’-
Does throw acid
On my face-
And on this fate.

What’s this curse upon your soul?
What’s this lie-
Of “no I’m not!”
Do you not know?

Our love is fading.
The passion’s lost.
It’s not the moment-
To depart.

Don’t you even for a second-
Think I love you any less.
It’s a promise that I made
The day I met your eyes of grey.

I’m lost for words.
I cannot write-
How I feel about this thing.
But I am.

I like your eyes-
Upon the look to you I give.
I like those lips-
That I’ve kissed & I have not.

This distance is okay
With you it’s safe;
Our back and forth,
Fading, finding ways.

Be it winter, prime of spring
Through the cycle’s up and down,
I ever shed, my brimming drops.

Man is always present here;
Every corner of the realm.
Ever breathing, ever feared,
Ever standing, though it hurts.

There’s magic through this verse
Something visceral reversed.
It’s no time now to dilute-
This luxury of touch.

That world beneath our souls,
That epoch which is lost.
Through a century of you,
Through millennia of I.


Beneath Our Eyes


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The mountains look upon us
On this very dreary day

I have just returned from Mars
My soul still in pieces

The peaks in many layers
Taking glances, very still

They know our very secret
Every secret we have hid

The sun is just a moment
That does linger while it shines

It shines beneath your look
A look of null; a look of awe

I try with all my being
Holding in what needs depart

An ache of misery redundant
A trace of life, but so defiant

The solar of your eyes
Meets the mars beneath my glimpse

The tears of every sorrow
That I’ve shed forever more

It’s the mystery of tears;
Of fears, of fading hope

It’s pain beyond the stars
That has gathered in one soul

You look at me; I stare
No longer do I feign

A burst of something rare
A bliss that comes from love

We cry, we shed; we look
We can no longer delude

You’re silent, very still
So very fragile and spare

I brush away my tears
I look this pain away

To the mountains very far
To the cosmos far above

You keep looking, seeking more
Of this realness of a sight

You’ve no words though to describe
This moment of your life

You lay silently-
To die?

© Sina Saberi – 2 November 2014


Still


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Is it you or is it you?
Oh it’s you, It’s you, it’s you!

It’s you who’s been still;
Soundless, hushed, serene!

It’s you who’s ever looked,
Who has noiselessly devoured.

It’s you who’s been in hiding-
Ever hiding something in.

It’s you who’s waited on;
I’ve been moving, will have gone…

Still…
The tales of passing by
Forgetting none, forgiving all.

Still…
That has never changed;
Even though have I. Have I?

Still…
Looks that pierce the heart,
Tremble soul as well as…Aaargh!

I need roar and bawl and clamor!
I shall scream away this torment-
And go BANG!

You think of you as mirrors,
Sunlit fields of golden glow?
Oh you fool!

You think of me as shattered glass,
Beneath your heels of “oh so sure”?
We know naught, oh no we don’t!

Just look at me!
Yes this is me;
I’m screaming off this hurt.

Just hear me bleed,
My blood is red.
And I’ve bled out, though I bleed.

It curdles and it pains!
Oh fuck you comfort zone!
Do let me go!

I need travel to another-
Land of ‘I don’t know’
This I’ve lived forever more.

Still…
I hear myself in awe.
Again!
I’m in pain, in ache! There’s more?!

Can I fly away the tears?
Do I saunter to your arms?
Is it not time?

Would I shed a few more drops?
Or clip my wings?
Or gouge my eyes!

But I’m not blind!
I’ve just dried up and can’t fly;
Believe me, that is all.

~

© Sina Saberi – 11 October 2014


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