Wrists turning
Glitter dust sprinkles
Chanting a spell
Offering Periwinkles
Mind focused
Eyes closed
Book ahead
Reviewing the prose
"Ceramic to skin
I offer thee silk
Top to hair
I offer you flowers
Clink to voice
I offer you water from the babbling brook
Static to movement
I offer you the wind from every corner & nook
If you accept
Let me cast what can not be broken
& If I err
Let me never be awoken
Let this vase be undone into life
Let the elders decide
If I be rewarded for my strife
Or my blasphemy forever be futile
- by NM
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Bound by these bones,Chained to this soul.
Buried in this heart,
Confined to this mind.
Bordered by this skin,
Cornered in this body.
Battling for freedom,
Crusading for transcendence.
- NM
Let me know what you think.
Pic Courtesy : Ahmed Odeh
When the sun comes up
You are a stranger
I look at you
And I sense danger
You burn my skin with your eyes,
And keep on making me wonder
If I could hear beyond the lies
In the sound of the raging thunder
Inside us , in between
And all around.
- by NM
I can see your tears
even when you smile.
I respect your fears
& know that you are fragile.
I can hear your moans
over that music
& see your bones
below that skin thick.
I know the reason, behind your glee.
Know you don't belong here, yes I can see.
Everything you have been through was not easy.
You were a little piece of paper and everything quite breezy.
Yet you kept hold of the ground.
And without yourself a new one found.
Whatever you do dear, you cannot fool me.
Able to read through I'll always be.
From me you cannot hide a thing
the laugh, the patience, the cry, the rage.
After all you are not a human being
but just one unsubstantial mirror image.
- by NM
