Munia Khan, BD

 

 

Concrete Poetry     Free Verse   Blue Stanzas   I found an empty chair and sat on it to find myself even emptier I found a broken glass and looked at it to see my dissolved face a little prettier I found a steep doorway and entered in order to close my exit I found the syllables of my name struggling to come out from your forsaken lips that took me to our bluest past the past of our innocent nights when you whispered and I listened when you sang and I cried when we found the sacrificial walkway of blue     Unmetered Rhyming Couplets   My Dreams   Dreaming my mind, I open my dreams My reverse realities chase the screams My mind now dreams along with my heart Where I fall asleep, yet I’m on the alert There I take my paper to write down with my pen. Before I say my prayer, I say ‘Amen’! I lay on the stairs; I count my steps on the floor Closing the glass, I start breaking the door There I drink the food and eat my water I shiver in cold when I feel so hot Into the silver tea I pour my green cup I taste it all before I start to sup I listen with my eyes; I watch with my ears I feel a smile on my face when I look so fierce Without being famous, I enjoy the fame Uttering the ring, there I wear his name Sitting on my laptop, I type on the chair I listen to his poetry, read his music in the air. I touch his voice with my finger tips I inhale his whisper with my eager lips Staring at his words, there I read his image I’m getting lost into my dreamy maze. Driving the road, I go down the car I go to buy chocolate from a nearby bar. I hear the tunes of piano from a nice guitar Then I drive towards the moon as it’s not so far. My eyes upon the window as I stand by the moon Into my state of dreams this is how I croon Thus to keep on dreaming I still am able Wish my dreams were never irreversible   The Little Black Book: Concrete Poetry: The Key