Saturday, April 23, 2005

The Trivia of A Brooding Mind - The Complete Series

The Trivia…

Perched on a mountain top
With icy winds
Against brazen cheeks
And a writhing river
Amidst mottled green
Life perhaps is a spectacle
And a handful of perspectives
That we bequeath
Our hearts’ each twist.

The Brooding…

In the middle of
A dreary afternoon
I woke with a start.
My throat dry
Bruised with a thousand sighs
With voices within
Like a million cries –
Enough! I plug my ears
I wish to hear
Your euphonious voice
Before I slide into sleep again.

Falling Apart…

Lost somewhere
In our efforts
To carve
Our separate worlds
Is perhaps
That nascent feeling
We lovingly nurtured
To drape
Our days with.

A Spanner in The Works…

It was just a face
No more than a pattern
An entity in space
Of many seen in a tavern
That waits its end
At the corner of a shabby street -
Morose, moribund -
Epitomizing mediocrity's defeat.
And though it reflected much,
It said nothing.
An average man's fate is such;
It's sealed before the morn begins.

A Scene at A Café…

I place my hands on yours.
You quietly withdraw: unsure.
Our silence engulfs
A million wishes unsaid.
I wish to say
But you place your fingers
On my pouting lips –
“Don’t ask!
I have no answers.”
But when did I seek an answer,
I only pose the question –

What is life
If not
A glimmer of love
In your gaping eyes?

© Dan Husain
April 22, 2005


_Soulless_ said...

My throat dry
Bruised with a thousand sighs

What lines! Heartrending and beautiful. Sigh.

Your poetry is soul-stirring. I have read your previous posts, and I have relished the moments I felt the onslaught of butterflies in my chest. ^_^ My faves are Earthquake and Rendezvous.

Keep the ink flowing. Dream well. Dream well...

Robin said...

Today I like this collection of your work the most, especially Falling Apart and A Scene at A Café…the words seem to hint at a very great pain stalking and lurking behind the poignant moments.