HAOAJAN WEBZINE


Category: Poem

  • History Cannon-foddered
    History Cannon-foddered

    Histories are fodders for cows, they give-in to lot of chewing. I had a thing for the spice-route and my wife said it’s pretty kinky, but this exotic dream of mine got crushed, I saw dwellers’ skins and bones were all what left on the route. But I still didn’t buzz and created a lush…

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  • The Wind
    The Wind

    We built mountains that crumbled down, And I drowned in my ocean of tears. Love letters and old photographs, I’ve burnt them all ever since. I built a fortress for my heart You left, leaving burnt scars And now all that’s around is the wind. I hate the wind, I wanna destroy the wind Cause…

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  • I’m still standing
    I’m still standing

    We walked on water, you and me We walked through fire, alive and free And when the vultures hovered, And rattlesnakes came out We still stood our ground. We broke out of prison, It was us against the world. And in your eyes I saw ambition, While I dreamed in colour. And when the thunder…

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  • I Call You by My Name
    I Call You by My Name

    Spinning the time wheel I spin a yarn a tale of two mirroring souls memories are like fireflies they light up your heart align your body, your soul to the first encounter. We stood on the same rope bridge staring, then suddenly walk towards each other how our shadows melted in the lyric aubade of…

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  • Folktales
    Folktales

    A golden ring with a lion’s head etched on it a wife caught in the waves of hazard ‘Revive a little, I’m daughter of the wise sage Vishvamitra the birthplace of virtuosity the creator of the Gayatri mantra at least look for yourself in the eyes of your child, memory is a genetic disorder. Slice…

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  • Sign Language
    Sign Language

    Under the oriental sun the sightless man is driving again. He knows the way knows these roads by heart. He drives with care never reckless. He says, “Turn down the radio I can’t hear when you whisper.” Instead, I turn it up because I know if I whisper softer it will sound like a train…

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  • Navigating That Blue #2
    Navigating That Blue #2

    That blue never eludes me. Today wisps in the winter sky press in reminding me to keep the pale sun at my back delicately follow the outline of the mountains listen to the scalloped silence of the birds.

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  • I Cloud The Orphan Sky
    I Cloud The Orphan Sky

    I walk breathing the city’s faint stink cross a treeless square shivering in the dark see myself inhabiting a wasteland of little flags a broken sky not by birds but by black drones circling the globe, covering liquid distances swift as a pang through the body.

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  • Raptures
    Raptures

    Eyes open against the summer heat Only a dog’s bark disturbs the air A few minutes ago there was no wind The heartfelt deadly calm burned Into its habits forgetting to make brilliant plans

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  • Evening Dream
    Evening Dream

    With your ardour In that green valley You raised your hand To the evening sky, I remember too. Looking two glazing stars of That silvery evening, Two cormorants were

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