COLD DARK PLACE There is a cold dark place and It beckons with a hypnotic spell. I walk like a blind man but End up there, I succumb to the sorcerer’s guile And the monster rears its head. My real self, Hides in fear, hides in shame. The monster takes over and It walks out of the abyss like A person that only looks like me. I wanna see the yellow roses in the shops I wanna walk the streets with a normal gait I wanna run to the ocean’s foams I wanna wonder at the forms the clouds take Sometimes blue, sometimes grey, Sometimes black as peat but There is a cold dark place and It beckons with a hypnotic spell. I wanna see the bashful smile of a maiden in love I wanna see the young man trying too hard At the act of being noticed, the game of love. I wanna see a woman walking on a rainy day I wanna see the relief that the leaves feel at the touch of rain I wanna see the tea seller boiling the milk to brownness I wanna taste the nectar that a woman offers From a place that is quite often black but There is a cold dark place and It keeps calling me all the time. Dhaka 29th August 2014 © S M Shahrukh and Traces of Orange, 2014
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 16:25:15 +0000
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