LOST TO THE ALPENGLOW

  MARYAM ALI ALI

 

  Copyright: Maryam Ali Ali, 2015

  ISBN: 9789789462209

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  CONTENT

  BOOK 1: CUPID –OLOGY

  1. My Mind Rebelled

  2. The Last Supper

  3. The Poem

  4. I’ve lost myself

  5. Loneliness

  6. Without Love

  7. Fools Fall in Love

  8. The Moon is Up Today

  9. St. Valentine is Not a Saint

  10. Love Robber1

  11. The Faculty

  12. Hidden Identity

  13. Love Robber 2

  14. I was So Sure!

  15. Poetic Purdah

  16. Internal Domination

  17. Remembrance

  18. Relevance

  19. I Remember

  20. Forlorn

  21. I Am Real!

  22. Stolen Glances

  23. Solitude

  24. The Mad Poet

  25. The Elusive Critic

  26. The Visitor 1

  27. Pen Brother

  28. Patchwork

  29. Volcanic Eruption

  30. Those Eyes

  31. The Visitor 2

  32. The Confession

  33. At the Horizon

  34. The Confession of a Good Girl

  35. On Bended Knees

  36. The Rapture

  37. Musing

  38. Stranded

  39. Passers By

  40. Sweet Torture

  41. Drowning

  42. I Hold the Keys

  43. Strategies

  44. Dance Steps

  45. Serendipity

  BOOK 2: Philosophical

  46. Prismatic Life

  47. Upheld Treasure

  48. The Love for Applause

  49. Mammon

  50. A Game of Life

  51. Opposing Values

  52. Life!

  53. A Narrow Life

  54. The Two Faces

  55. The King of the Road

  56. Ever Wonder

  57. Borrow Beauty

  58. I Am

  59. Natures People

  60. Neophyte

  61. The Forbidden Fruit

  62. Fabrications

  63. Hour Glass

  64. We Dictate

  65. Who Am I

  66. Expectations

  67. Uncertain Situations

  68. Demon-Crazy

  69. The Assignment

  70. Without Honour

  71. Woe-Man

  72. It Pains You, Why?

  73. The Agora

  74. Phasing Out

  75. CivilandTheirServants

  76. River of sand

  BOOK 3 – Places

  77. The Wanderer in Me

  78. High on the Hills

  79. Northern Stars

  80. Sokoto!

  81. Lost in Chicago

  82. Dental Clinic

  83. The Carnage on the Plateau

  84. Garden City

  85. Dubuque!

  BOOK 4 – Changing Tides

  86. When, Where and How

  87. This House

  88. When it’s Your Turn to Die

  89. The Faces in the Streets

  90. My Unknown Friend

  91. The Best Option

  92. When I Am Gone

  93. Nothing Has Changed

  94. The Tick of Time

  BOOK 5 – Spiritual

  95. Pure Perfection

  96. Victoria’s Son

  97. God Is

  98. The Whirlwind of Illusion

  99. What it takes

  100. Fear!

  101.At First

  102. Blind Fury

  103. The Night of Power

  104. Footsteps

  105. At first

  106. You were there

  About the Author

 

  BOOK 1: CUPID –OLOGY

  1. MY MIND REBELLED

  Living on the brink

  Of love eclipsed

  By the vivid truth

  That set me free

  Written on the face of

  A stranger

  Who put me in a cage and

  Strangled me

  I cannot speak

  Clipped my wings

  I cannot fly

  Weighs every word coming out of

  My lips, and watched my tongue

  And do only what I am

  Told!

  2. THE LAST SUPPER

  Happiness grieved

  When love was crucified

  On the altar of suspicions

  And I Wept

  For the virgin heart

  That has to feed love

  The last supper

  3. THE POEM

  Seeing love

  Through the eyes of the poet

  You don’t see much

  I laugh so hard bringing tears

  To my eyes

  4. I’VE LOST MYSELF

  Who is there, I shouted

  Aiming the searchlight

  On the moving figure,

  Hoping it is myself

  I craned my neck and

  Focus my eyes at

  The fading figure that really looks like

  myself

  Myself and I were best of friends

  Until we had a misunderstanding

  When I insisted

  And myself left

  I searched for myself in Rumi,

  In Aynal Qudaat and the banished Ovid

  Myself has been stolen

  By the Alpenglow

  Probably, myself went in search of

  Her dimple smile and silly little jokes

  And drifted, carried away

  By Floods

  Myself once says melancholy is contagious

  And because of that might have fled

  To a place unknown, undiscovered, unexplored?

  A *Fanaa

  * A sufi term meaning material disappearance and spiritual appearing in the presence of God

 

  But what myself hates the most

  Is the lost of her rhythms and her rhymes

  And in despair

  Disappeared

  If anyone should see myself

  Should please

  Tell her I have found the poem

  See, it is the Sakinah

 

  5. LONELINESS

  Loneliness

  My cup of tea

  It keeps me warm

  In the morning

  When molecules

  Falls down from the sky

  Loneliness

  Is my sweet dream

  Keeps me company

  When the bed is wide

  And cold

  Loneliness

  Is my therapy

  It rubs in the Sandalwood and

  Massages away the fatigue

  From my tired limbs

  Loneliness
r />   Is the soothing balm

  Throughout the day

  It caress the skin

  Where the ice

  Has burnt me blue

 

  6. Without Love

  Love slows time

  To a halt

  Days pass by

  And nights are no longer

  Dark

  Without love

  Food loses its taste

  And flowers become colorless

  The birds yell instead

  The sky remains grey

  Love moves mountains and

  Builds bridges

  Set up fountains in the

  Desert, and milk comes out of

  Trees

  Without love

  The bee stings

  And water tastes bitter on the tongue

  Where handsomeness was

  Before, becomes ugly

  Love creates creativity

  Set up a canvas and

  Paints the sky with love colors

  Sculptures the mountains with its

  Hand

  Without love

  Nothing works

  And a smile looks

  Like a Chagrin

  Love cares

  Feels

  Fears

  Love loves

  Without love

  There's is only

  Scare,

  Wear and

  Swear

  Love puts the lipstick

  On the lips

  And the balm

  Caress the Palms

  Without love

  There is nothing of

  Anything, and

  The world goes up in flames

 

  7. FOOLS FALL IN LOVE

  When Love is found

  By strategy or not

  Some people will keep it

  And live happily ever after

  Some will find Love and let it go

  Believing Love is like a butterfly

  And should be free,

  Resigning themselves to

  Misery

  Others find Love and

  Are overwhelmed

  They will then start singing a song

  They call

  A Poem

  A good number will live their life unloved

  Passively looking at Lovers

  Calling them Fools – only fools fall in Love

  And fools die – says Mario Puzo

  But in the History of Time

  Only the Triumphs and Failures

  Of the Politics of War and

  The Philosophy of Love get written

  In the History of War

  Everything is placed in view,

  In the History of Love

  Everything fades away

  But the breathe of the Beloved

 

  8. THE MOON IS UP TODAY

  Today the moon is up

  As bright as it was

  When you came last time

  Practicing your husbandry

  Role

  Today I remembered

  How we walked

  Hand in hand under

  The influence

  Of the light and the love

  The moon is up today

  It reminds me of you

  Of your kindness

  Humility and care

  I will always remember you

  When the moon is up

  Brightening the sky

  As it did when last you came

  And we walked hand in hand

  In fool’s paradise

 

  9. St. VALENTINE IS NOT A SAINT

  St. Valentine didn’t die for me

  So that I live

  Love and beloved

  He certainly

  Didn’t do what he did

  With me in mind

  If it is for me

  He employed cupid

  Then it is a wasted capital

  Because my man

  Was not with me

  On the 14th of 2

  He flew away

  On the 13th

  Like a bird out of a cage

  Unloved then

  I opened my eyes on my bed

  To watch lovers valentine-ning

  So, on the 14th

  I was unloved

  I was alone

  As I have always

  Been, no one to hold

  Or MMS

  So, to me

  St. Valentine

  Is not a saint

  That died for me

  So that I live

  A life of love

 

  10. LOVE ROBBER 2

  You stole an identity and

  Wore a mask, then you came

  Knocking on my door

  “Ah! My Knight in shining amour

  Come on in”, and I wore my ecstasy

  Gave you the Keys

  To all the four rooms

  Of my heart

  When I woke up from the

  Hangover

  You were gone!

 

  11. THE FACULTY

  Go and bring the rain

  Let it then knock on

  The window pane

  And let the rain go and

  Call the thunder and lightening

  And the cool breeze

  So that the breeze will now talk

  With my racing heart

  And thinking mind

  Thinking

  Thinking

  Thinking of yesterday’s

  Today’s and tomorrow’s

  Thought

  Just thought and

  Thinking

  Of nothing

  But the dough

  ‘Give me money’

  ‘More money’

  No humanity

  No humility

  No empathy

  Nothing... Just the money

  Nothing

  The rain

  The breeze

  Thinking

  And then its morning, and I

  A veteran of the Faculty

 

  12. HIDDEN IDENTITY

  They said I am

  Possessed

  By the crazy spirit

  Of obsession

  I thus search for my sanity

  To no avail

  As I continue to go down

  Further into a sphere

  Of diminishing identity

  I give

  And give

  And kept giving

  From every part of my body

  Loosing myself

  In the process,

  I roamed around aimlessly

  How was I to know

  That this city has no geography

  There was no East and there was no West

  The sun neither rose nor set

  Sat right there at the zenith

  What curse or blessing

  I asked myself, as I

  Looked askance at

  The cheering crowd

  And leering painted

  Faces

  Don’t they know who I am

  Must I introduce myself

  To them, or they to me

  Why do I then see shadows

  In my dreams

  With faceless faces

  Like fever demons

  Why was I blinded

  And could not see

  The shadows, only

  The two little birds

  The white one that died

  On my palm, drawn

  In the waters of anxiety

  And the little red

  Robin

  That took shelter

  In my cubicle, determined

  Rubbing itself clean

  Of the waters of anxiety

  Sweet one, there

  So, like a woman in labor

  Experiencing

  The two emotions
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  Of pain and expectation

  Of pain and fear

  Prancing up and down

  Restless, the owner

  Of the shadows

  In my dream

  And I along with

  Those shadows

  Buried my childhood

  Dreams

  Glad to have outlived it

  Therefore

  Though blinded

  By the shadows

  I can now see vividly

  Clearly, the grey horizon

  Looming before me

  As far as the eyes can see

  And the cave and the mount of light

  That spread the whole world

  Before me, and I rose

  And claimed it

 

  13. LOVE ROBBER1

  Love the philosopher said

  Is like a butterfly

  Once captured should be

  Let to run freely

  The philosopher

  Robbed me of love

  14. I WAS SO SURE

  The anguish that is

  When that thing that

  Seemed so possible

  Suddenly became

  Impossible

  It was there tangible

  Before it disappeared

  On the 25th

  But I was so sure!

  15. POETIC PURDAH

  Consider the expanse of the earth

  And the vastness of space

  Consider too, the google of stars

  And the brightness of the moon

  But you will rather write

  About sweating bodies

  And Ruptured Rapture!

  Why not write

  On the genius

  In every blade of grass

  Or the minute grain of sand

  But such embarrassing poems

  Like Volcanic Eruptions!

  There is the deep of the ocean

  To ponder on, as well as

  Human struggles – to write

  About

  Erotic poems

  Don’t win any award

 

  16. INTERNAL DOMINATION

  There is certainly no winner

  And there is no loser

  In this battle between

  Two occupation armies of my mind

  The quarrels

  Of the two burns me deeply

  Giving me no peace in their squabbles

  A gentleman is certainly

  Not good for me, since he

  Can only wear one ring!

  And remember

  Every paw has a claw,

  Hidden

  Out of sight

 

  17. REMEMBRANCE

  Long after the curfew has been lifted off the mosquitoes

  I lay cuddled in the arms of the night

  And the dogs of the night would not let me

  Holding their concert right across the street

  The stars among them

  Barked, yelped, and a howling

  That would most certainly attract

  A standing ovation from the audience

  While I lay tossing and turning

  Commemorating my beloved

  Till the graying hours of the morn

 

  18. RELEVANCE

  By the variables on ground

 
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