Memories
Posted in Articles on 02/01/2009 11:06 pm by ShaziaGhosts of the past obscure my view, the images are shrouds before my eyes
The porous scabs of a scathing memory crumble at the slightest touch
Like a spurned lover cheated by time,
They cry: Revenge! Betrayal! Deceit! Lies!
All that is sound is a murmur,
All that is sight are clouds…
My senses are dulled and diluted, a moss covered stone defies.
How can I touch its skin below,
The green appears a permanent stain
How can I hear the sound of its breath
If I don’t uncover the pain?
Salt water droplets and anguished cries hollow the residue
Empty space opens up to the skies and creation begins anew.
Green Velvet - photo by Haider Mirza
