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firdaus parvez

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India
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April 21, 2019
 

You never mentioned love
or fondness or even like
Your mouth opened and closed,
words fluttered away
careless butterflies;
not pretty ones
- and I
dumb as a stone watched,
my throat clamped in a vice
voice no more than a sob
silently falling from eyes

-firdaus

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HAPPY EASTER
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April 12, 2019
 





Of Mothers And Daughters

It’s rare that I find your head resting on my shoulder now
My lips remembering the childhood on your hairline
now coloured blue fading into a green and tips turning gold
I bury my fingers in these strange hues smiling inwardly
at the hint of fierce independence lacing your voice

You tell me what if you did this and what if you did that
The turmoil behind the nonchalant facade evident
my approval seems an important pivot for this conversation
I can feel the rush of words hit the palate of my mouth
the taste of my mother’s voice rolls on my tongue

I quickly gulp them down because this is about you
and this is about me and there’s no space for a...

HAPPY EASTER
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April 7, 2019
 

Black

Skinny dipping, the water
slick with oily shadows
dappled with stars

Emerging from the depths
a dripping silhouette, molten
ebony

Your hair, wet soot
Orion trapped
in the tangled mess

The moon a sliver caught
in branches
swimming in your eyes

Onyx, jet; those
forest greens, charcoal
the colour of nothing

-firdaus

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POETRY MONTH
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March 13, 2019
 

‪~pretending to be flotsam~‬

‪bed sheet, a‬
‪white deserted beach ‬
‪and I, barefoot ‬
‪sketching clouds in the sand‬
while the waves keep coming in ‬drowning my feet‬

‪as I lie abandoned ‬
‪with the starfish ‬
‪seaweed in my hair, shells‬
‪digging into my back, spring‬
‪from the mattress, telling‬
‪me, I can still feel‬

‪-firdaus‬

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WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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December 30, 2018
 

Dear Friends,
It’s been more than an year since my last post. Life has a way of drifting us away and throwing us back together again. I still have the app on my phone because I made some really good pals here. So I peek in every now and then. A lot has changed here, I’m delighted to note. Looks really good.
Hope everyone had a lovely Christmas and I wish you the best new year that’s ready to spill out on us.
Love and blessings.
Firdaus

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2019
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November 12, 2017
 

Long Distance

you said
age was just a number
and I always added-
and so are miles

And now I know:

you breathe
the same air as I do,
I can feel the whisper
of your lungs as they unfurl
to take in a little part
of our shared world

and I know, I just know
you’ve been thinking
about me

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CATCH A DREAM
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October 4, 2017
 

Dusk
i
the sky is a blotched
water colour painting

orange bleeding into red

into blue into purple.

black

ii
long shadows
morph ominously
forming uneven silhouettes

blocks littering the skyline.

lego

iii
you lie pale, stark
against dark covers,
blinded I grope at your
shoulders

your hair

fading remnants of sunlight
fisted in my hand.

golden

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THE SKY ISN'T THE LIMIT
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September 19, 2017
 

Ensconced in your eyes

seated on the ledge of persistence,
feet dangling over the precipice,
I peer at the ocean waves crashing,
chaos of those hazel-greens

a wandering spray of salt settles
like mizzle on my eyelashes,
seagulls swoop close by,
squawking at my presence

I've been sitting here a while,
embedded inside the iris,
adrift in an abandoned fancy,
I wait with the seagulls

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INTERNATIONAL DAY OF PEACE
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September 12, 2017
 

Autumn

i
a cold stone bench – empty,
pulling a beanie over my ears
I walk quickly past

ii
smell of charred meat – barbecues,
crunch of dry leaves underfoot
smoke from a lonely heart

iii
rust and gold piled high – leaves,
rustling whispers of summer
lost in the cold breeze

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LETTRS LATTE
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September 8, 2017
Kimberley, United Kingdom

#Skylark Challenge 104
#Second Anniversary!
#Skylark Spectacular!

Dear pen pal,

A very good day to you. After many weeks of keeping it to myself,I can now reveal that I have a big surprise in store, and it's just around the corner.

Did you know it's our second Anniversary on Monday? I would have laughed had I been foretold we would still be doing the weekly Skylark Challenge, in two years time! Seriously. But here we are, aren't we? So, with that in mind, I have arranged a special Challenge.

On Monday 11th September, I will post a #SkylarkSpectacular! to mark this landmark. (Consider the centenary challenge, a sort warm-up. 😜)

For a chance to WIN a SIGNED BOOK of POETRY (hot off the pre...

SKYLARK CHALLENGE 2ND ANNIVERSARY
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August 25, 2017
 

[Storm]

I sense disquiet
in the tame breeze,
the breath of trees
too slow in slumber;
& I'm afraid of the
approaching dawn

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A QUIET DREAM
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July 14, 2017
 

Sepia

black evening
shadows,
a shade lighter
than the night

spilled into the day
I spent wiping away
dust and time,
from carelessly
stacked photo-albums

yellowed memories
in black and white

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SIMPLICITY DAY
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July 3, 2017
 

After Dark

push away this silence,
awkwardness of sin,
unclothe all inhibitions,
let the moon singe us silver;
moth-dust slathered over skin,
feel the magic, this naked force–
succumb to my pull...

-firdaus

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CELEBRATING FREEDOM
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June 20, 2017
 

if life was poetry
it would be a haiku
lowercase moments
with no punctuation
a perfectly split phrase
one clever fragment
breaths would be syllables
all seventeen
dispersed unevenly
in three broken lines
if life was poetry
it would be a haiku
worn like a tattoo
inked near the heart
on these ribs of mine

-firdaus

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DAY DREAMING
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May 27, 2017
 

your words
seeping,
collecting,
under my skin;
a misplaced horizon,
yet,
the perfect blender
of our imperfect love

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KEEP ON WRITING
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May 10, 2017
 

AMMA

She had a stoop, stained crooked teeth (or what was left of them), and the gift of spinning stories that could hook you for hours. And that was exactly what my brother and I did– listen mesmerised.
    We would sneak to her shabby hut behind our house. Dimly-lit by an open flame of a kerosene lamp, the walls would be covered with eerie shadows. There was always the smell of smoke from the hearth and scent of incense sticks.
    She would hand us a biscuit each, and sit on her low cot, while we sat cross-legged on a mat. She would take her time, cough to clear her throat, stuff her cheek with a paan and then begin.
    I would hold my brothers hand, my six-year old heart thudding excit...

WRITE ME SOME LETTRS
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May 8, 2017
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Dearest Firdaus,

Today my friend is your birthday, and I want to wish you a wonderful day.

I know it you may feel rather sad and lonely, because both your children and husband are away. If it were physically possible to be with you, we'd have that picnic on the field today and I'd have baked you a luxury birthday cake. We'd now be sipping posh Twinings Tea from fine English crockery on a spread blanket, and the Sun would be shining. We'd talk and laugh under a chorus of Skylark song, and read each other our favourite poetry.

The next best thing I can offer you though, is Face Chat time later today, and this piece of artwork which I planned to send to you in India. I know it's highly unli...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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May 2, 2017
 

Fractured Dreams

you smell like the summer rain
cool and humid– beading on my brow
sliding down my breasts

there's enough sunshine
on your lips to melt and meld
broken hearts and wandering souls

you taste like hello
laced with promises of  forever
and yet and yet I know

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CATCH A DREAM
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April 30, 2017
 

For The Crazy Ones

I've seen angels
with broken wings
and crooked smiles
taking shots of pain
like it's moonshine

scalding their tongues
burning their souls
I've seen them chuckle
at their ageing bruises
as blue as the night

we've held hands
bumped bleeding knuckles
like returning warriors
discovered the light
'neath each other's scars

I've seen them, those broken angels
with demon tattoos and godlike hearts–
but now I know them...

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ANGEL OF DANCE
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April 28, 2017
 

your walls are too high
I have blood
under my finger nails
and scotch-taped
daydreams

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WOMAN
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April 9, 2017
 

thoughts of you
the sky bleeds at dawn
scent of poetry

- firdaus

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LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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March 18, 2017
 

One Afternoon

freedom is a yellow kite
with a purple heart
and a green triangular tail
tugging desperately at a twine
wound around dirty little fingers

carefreeness is a snotty nose
and dirt streaked cheeks
crooked teeth and happy shrieks
torn jeans high above ankles
a checked shirt two sizes too large

carelessness is little bare feet
running backwards on hot concrete
dog poo and cow dung streaks
tripping and falling on tangled string
losing the kite to the strong wind

wistfulness is ancient eyes
watching this adorable sight
face pressed between the gate grill
dog bum warming cold feet
a kite caught in heartstrings

-Firdaus

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
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March 8, 2017
 

Skylark Challenge: murmuring, diamond, solivagant, melancholic

Tanka:

solivagant yet confined
to roots drenched in
morning dew like diamonds
murmuring and shivering
a melancholic old oak

Haiku:

solivagant wind
a melancholic murmuring
diamond-edged chill

Note: I know you guys are going to be quickly checking the syllables in each line. It is believed that a haiku should have syllables 5-7-5 and a tanka should have 5-7-5-7-7. But it is not entirely true. Haiku and tanka are Japanese form of poetry and yes the Japanese did stick to that count but because the English language has words that have many syllables it is difficult to write strictly like that. So many haiku and tanka masters d...

Hurray for Hollywood
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March 7, 2017
 

Colour Blind

I can smell the moon
still clinging to the trees
night has condensed on leaves

the musk of the early sun
has melted the flowers
wantonly open to the sky

stems are on fire
flames licking at the bees
butterflies with singed wings

my eyes breathe in
the fallen rainbow

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EATING AND READING
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February 14, 2017
 

crushed candy
lips and chocolate breath

pink hearts
too large to fit in a chest

red balloons
tugging at fake heartstrings

love soldered to
tongues dripping sweet nothings

flowery words
bouquets of promises

soulless hearts
and heartless souls

selling stories of
forever to guileless folk

sipping silence
I watch this unfold

times are a changing
or I'm getting old

have sands shifted ?

are we out of time ?

would you...could you

have been my valentine ?

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FUNKY LETTRS
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January 27, 2017
 

whistling loud
sliding through
tangled branches

it crashes in
a wide-winged bird
invisible

the wind is caught
atop the palm trees
struggling to break free


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ORIGINAL
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January 23, 2017
 

     I've willed you
     into my destiny
loved you much before
     we even existed

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ANGEL OF ICE
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January 20, 2017
 

promises are made
to break
never to be kept

thanks to heartaches
heartburns and headaches
words stick out

my melancholic strain
hums from the vandalism
of my heart

damn love

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ORIGINAL
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January 18, 2017
 

it wasn't the falling
that did me in
it was the never landing

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TYPEWRITER
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January 13, 2017
 

pieces of you
lie drying in the shade
with the best of me
I wish the wind
would carry them away
far enough
that I may touch them
only with passing thought
and I might turn away
for joy was never our thing
we basked in the broken shadows
of lives lived less felt more
and we sometimes
loved our empty

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THE NEEDLE
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