I’ve been ill-used, no other word will do;pristinely packaged, sanitised and newa month ago I stood upon displaytill […]
Poetry
I liked the way you’d pull my hand under your skirt under restaurant tables,
The way you smelled when you were turned on…
A world so grey
The word ‘enigmatic’
A powerful ray
A shade of amethyst
but duller.
It hurts to look
and the hand quivers at the touch.
I heard the thunder,
I saw the lightning,
When my eyes locked with yours
I swear the universe exploded for a second.
Paul’s striking poem needs to be read twice, from top to bottom and then bottom to top.
Rory’s latest poem is based on a trip he took to Shanghai in 1986 in his best, crumpled, clothes…
I am a dying star
My heart is collapsing
And I am about to explode
My death will bring about the end of life
For I am the giver of life
And nothing will save my children now
But do not feel bad for me
My death will bring life as swiftly as it ends it
Countless civilisations created of my remains
Everything must eventually cease to exist
And I breathe my last breath
In a flash of light it all ends
Damn human frailty!
I’m leaking
Should have done more Kegel
When everything was working.
Lost my libido somewhere
Years and miles away.
I feel frustrated
‘Cause I can’t read without my glasses.
Damn human frailty!
I can sense the ending.
‘Some day’ has lost any meaning
As that day might not arrive
And only Today is real,
Though even that is not sure-
Maybe today’s just a blip
Lost in Netflix and dirty dishes.
You bloom so elegantly yet patiently
Like bonsai beginning to find its roots
But you are still so delicate, filled with fragility
And when you decay the world loses a piece of itself too…
Hell.
A place I’ve grown to love or hate
I don’t know anymore
When you stay here long enough
You lose all that defines you to the very core…
I stare at the deep azure of the oceans
And they gaze back at me
The fish cry out with a dying breath…
Abu Dhabi Writers' Cafe 