By Aminath Neena
I met my eyes last night in a dream and I saw it liquefied and streaming with blue tears “Stop! Please stop right now” I urged. “How can I? It’s your heart that provokes me. said my eyes, with downcast wet lashes. “Don’t you blame me now!” “How am I supposed to control you?” Quibbled a tiny voice from my chest. So, I held them both captive in my hands And firmly badgered both of them imbeciles. “Will you please listen to me and stop this bickering?” I pleaded “Do you really want me to? “coaxed my heart. “Don’t you think it is better for you to let it flow out?” said my eyes. “At least that should make you feel lighter!” echoed both. And I woke up, sobbing
Best Friends of Yesterday
It is through falsehood that we learn the most valuable life truths or so Though it is the hard way that we learn Sometimes as a slap or two in a row That those people who used to be one's limbs Can someday be as far as distance can be those hands that were joined to you as wings In joyful times and woe can today be, Conjoined twins for another's surveillance That sometimes blood or mate hood can fall apart And appear more like matters of convenience As with time they change the zip code of the heart Yet with gratitude we must accept their teaching For nothing in this temporal world is everlasting
Would you believe my claim If I said our souls came from another distinct place of another extinct space? I can feel you As the insects feel the satin of flowers I can feel you As the flowers feel the touch of rain drops I can feel you As the rain feels the presence of its clouds I can feel you As the clouds feel the absence of its vapour from the sea I can feel you As the sea feels the distort of its dashing waves I can feel you As the waves feel the calmness of its foam I can feel you As the foam feels the craving of its plankton Do you still have any doubts on my claim of our whereabouts in another distinct place- at another extinct space?