Poem : Asiya Naqvi
I watched it from a distance though
It was connected to me.
It gazed, ogled, snapped and stared-
With ascending sun, it shattered
With darkening night, it sharpened.
I smelled it from distance and yet it was in me-
every fragment detached, isolated,
still entangled in me.
I puked, perspired, sneezed, and bled
but inside me it grew
and clouded my brain.
With clinging restlessness, it ignited.
the sense lingered in me-
Itching, tickling, pinching and freezing.
as if I heard from a distance –
echoing in me.
It yelled, whimmed and whipped :
the nailed coffin
in which it died,
the detached soul
like which it swayed.
[ Asiya Naqvi writes in English, Hindi and Urdu. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.]
[The featured painting is of Salvador Dali’s famous work, “Persistence of memory”.]