Poetry by Parwana Ashari

email: Parwana.Ashari@Vanderbilt.Edu

ECLIPSE

Eyelids rest heavy upon a pasty face

as the incessant dripping of the faucet

leaks memories into my mind;

The whistle of the cargo train

Outside, Runs its course throughout

my lifeless veins;

Footsteps in the gravel drive harmonize

with summer's sounds of insects,

creeping on my skin -

they penetrate the invisible shroud

I've covered myself in...

As the heavens drop to Earth

from their celestial spheres,

I envision morning's triumphant liquid gaze

While glistening dewdrops fraternize with

petals and tips

of withering grass blades.

The virgin night steals morning's swollen

Pride, She brings on

salty tears and

severs daylight's crippled ties,

While this fever burns inside of me:

Yellow, orange, electric blue

and sultry shadows fuse,

a melted pot -

the fluid drips like a liquid stain

Into the wide expanse of twilight skies

and roaming clouds swoop down to

Earth's sweaty paws where

She screams in broken

Gasps, Careening into distant Space

where all of night's creatures masticate

upon my scarred and weary soul in an

unhumanly form of translucent flesh; They

crawl like icy fingers

and feel like needles

prickling down my spine.


REMOTE

move towards the Center,

where everything is Broken.

relinquish your sighs

as the stars dance

around your crippled mind...

the muteness is almost deafening

 

Where the wind and rain combine,

in unison, they drench the night, Stolen

from the tales I heard you divulge

about the Woman and her

Slant-grey eyes; She was

gaping at death

through a bloodless mouth, And

then nothing was left But

the circles of Red around

 

Her hostile eyes, and still

you could not hear a sound

through that distorted mouth.

Her skin was shaven sheer

You stood and watched her esoteric smile

through a vale of tears;

 

Exposed to day, A wintry wash of air

that Drenched her callous heart

with a Fit of mute despair, As you

avert your shifty eyes

to meet her static face - and How

can you wash away the

stains upon her tarnished mind?

Deflect your gaze from those Haunting

eyes, Like a knife piercing through your soul.


WILTED

dusk obscures what secrets

daylight's citrus shine can't see...

and the clouds creep in to penetrate

the hazy sphere of the makeshift moon

as my torrent spirit celebrates

the descent of night;

and memories - fall with the weight of heaven

into fading light.

 

I lift off layers of unsettled dust

from my weary eyes

to wipe away the sorrows and pains

I wear beneath a placid face

and I let them drip away into

the vast expanse of blackened skies

 

As I crawl into subconscious mind and

Release the liquid flow of haunting lies

into the depthless scope of lime-green grass -

Where a broken flower sways like a wilted woman

as the fog creeps in

and veils her blackened past.


STARVATION

the marked silence of yet another sleepless night

casts visions of horrors unto my mind;

dismal rays of light seep in

through colorless blinds

and shed distorted images

upon a skeletal frame -

And I scream to fall asleep

so my reality will stay alive

in forsaken dreams,

Where a body of perfection

smiles at me through

a bloodless mouth -

a promoter of disease

that eats me up inside...

 

I remember the years of hunger

and I feed myself

such daunting lies -

My body lies immotile

and I blink away the time -

Now forgotten as tar and nicotine

Gnaw away at my fattened flesh

 

and sighs of joy escape from

my lifeless lips...

I taste triumph over the food

I refused myself

as I win the battle

with demons that awake me

from my semi-lucid dreams;

 

A curious smile of satisfaction

creeps upon my pasty face -

The light fades into the distance

and darkness overcomes me

where the truth slips away.

And I see nothing but pallid skin

Stretched over bruised bones,

and even hunger melts away...

I remain -

Still as time and skeletal -

just like the ghastly visions in my sleep:

Dancing to the too-familiar beat of hunger

as I feel my weight continue to fall

beneath the timeless tolls of slumber.