Merak Magazine

Leave me unseen again

Canvas that can speak well, eloquent See me paint a voice  words splashing to blur, a charmer’s mime    see me, my deprecated star  I still make love, high on a skyrocketing way  See me, my anthropomorphic God diluted in…

Fragrant and Amaranthine

One day I will come back from outer space, by a red cloud and bring giant’s picture scroll. My lines of lightning songs will flutter gold greetings of a prehistoric giant city The mountains that have been sleeping for hundreds and millions…

Stains of Blood

Paint me with ignorance, Because I love that pain I get. I’m addicted to it as much, As I am addicted to you. You’re always forgiven.   Paint me with hatred, And I would still look, Into those brown eyes,…

The Last of Lines

I stand there by the old man that held my hand as I walked down the coast, The old man that never hesitated to put a grumpy face toward me as I run away in haste. I stand there by…

Small Gifts

The barometer is dropping, skies filled with scudding clouds Which gather into towers, bottoms dark as funeral shrouds Winds, that once were calm, now cause the flags to stand out straight And whip the water into waves with faces dark…

Withering Red Rose

I was a fine red rose with roots not so deep and thorns not so sharp, built of store-bought seeds and the water that the hose would feed. I was not tendered and I was delicate. When winter would come,…

The Traveller

All throughout         shrewd sea winds courted us Gangs of raucous avians       swim through the rain Loud aching cries of pain       echo As the luminous sea fog       erodes in skeins With the rising of  watery suns   Bluntly formless stone…

Holding back

Caught me by my wrist, held it tight, a halt from climbing up those stairs, that felt like eternity. Watched me stand and stare, as everyone walked ahead of me, looking at me pitifully, and then snickering later on. One…

The Feathered Friend

The tethered broken Winged Hawk Perched in my ashen Soul, Tired of being enslaved In the heart of laden.   When the unicorn sings the tune of peace, the feathered friend pretends To have the wings of falcon’s. Flying high…

I am the war she talks about

We don’t talk about our dark days. Of all earth’s lush night plant life, you choose to call the girl with war in her mouth and bullets for dialect by a flower’s name. I am your love language with petals…

Say Her Name Also

Say her name Burned to death for speaking out Placing seeds of doubt Telling it like it is Say her name Burned alive for speaking her mind She lives among you The silenced and ostracised We decry the burning of…

This and That

Oh, everyone should go to the mall In search of the stores that have THIS THIS is the latest, THIS is so in So many stores packed with the newest THIS. Clothing, watches, shoes, socks, You must have THIS suit,…

Broken Doll

They gathered up all the pieces of her Collected all of the broken bits of – Her Doll They fed her soothing syrups Injected calming medicines (She waited helplessly A long time seemingly For surgery) He sliced her arms open…