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Lovers with Flowers
Can you contain my most intimate whisper,
settle it down after it has entered you,
make it a part of you and still cling
to my hand gently as your eyes hold me?
Something must protect our weakness,
our mortality, and I choose the petal
and the leaf for their own transience,
as life is emboldened by mortal fear.
In this light through this glass and wood,
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Dog days are over!
Just like Florence + The Machine said, my dog days in Ob-Gyn are over. Hah! I survived the 2-week OB rotation at the local "baby factory" near our medical school, Jose Fabella Memorial Hospital where 3-4 newborns are usually seen in a bassinet, where the most number of pregnancies I've interviewed for in a woman was 12, where I was wide awake for ( Read more... ) -
If My Voice Is Not Reaching You
If my voice is not reaching you
add to it the echo-
echo of ancient epics
And to that-
a princess
And to the princess-your beauty
And to your beauty-
a lover's heart
And in the lover's heart
a dagger
-- Afzal Ahmed Syed
P.S.: I felt this piece as soon as I read it. I just had to share it with ( Read more... ) -
Between Us
It is snowing heavily again.
I have been watching it for a long time
the way a blind man looks at the world
on the back of his eyelids.
Something I wanted in my hands
is not there, and I hear
the soft cry of the flakes approaching.
Trapped among branches,
it sounds as if I have lost someone
and have reached up to find
that same whiteness on my mouth,
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Love Letter
Not easy to state the change you made.
If I’m alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,
Staying put according to habit.
You didn’t just toe me an inch, no-
Nor leave me to set my small bald eye
Skyward again, without hope, of course,
Of apprehending blueness, or stars.
That wasn’t it. I slept, say: a snake
Masked among black rocks ( Read more... )
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