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'my halcyon'
by Aurangzeb PARACHA
aurangzebparacha@hotmail.com

'my halcyon'

I see nothing but darkness
while I am not blind
light enters my eyes, but I can't find its likeness,
in my mind.

I do not see the light, which enlightens,
takes away desperation, frustration, hopelessness,
I do not see the light which brightens,
the darkness of self-helplessness.

my nerves are clogged,
like medieval village drains
that end in a filthy fill, my rotting brain fogged,
abode to only rodent carriers of plague, my thought/pains.

curtains on windows are closed,
and all hope of alcove shut by shutters,
except for the acrid odours exposed,
by brimming, infested gutters.

but,

i did enjoy once, that light,
which was there - present and persistent,
streaming into my mind (and sight),
from an angelic existence.

AH! mind mind was a web of paved passages,
that ran through Babylonian gardens,
tried by content mortals and fairies, hopes and joyous messages,
with my sun unlightening my burdens.

I did enjoy once that light -
that was hope,
created and kept following much plight,
a binding of love, an invincible (seemingly) rope.

reclaimed darkness again its hold on me,
as the source of light did abandon,
(abandoned only shedding towards me),
shedding on another (curse him I), who now possesses 'my halcyon'.