Stay Away From Me
by Fiza Pathan
The most heavenly smile
Cannot light up my face into wrinkles of laughter
Like the way your beaming grin does.
When I behold your boyish looks,
I am speechless and my heart feels drunk
Like a mariner on the dock.
I feel like a living being
When I contemplate about you while at leisure.
You’re a beacon of freshness in my sad life,
But I can’t go on with you.
I am tied to a past that needs to develop
From its dark negative
Into a rainbow across my dreams.
You can’t fit in this darkness,
You don’t fit into this shadow land
Of ghosts and banshees.
But with every breath of my soul,
I can’t let you go away from myself.
Although I know that this wine of young love
Must be drained from our lives,
I need to show you to the door
And leave you back outside.
But I’ve tried and I’ve failed
Because you are a painting of loveliness
And a ray of distant hope.
Tainted are my palms with the scourging
Of vengeance within my veins
Yet I can’t say I dislike you
For you are the person of my fantasy in the flesh,
You liven my poetry into a sweet reality.
I can saunter now
Into my most deepest desires of affection
Without any efforts.
But you need to be told,
That my future lies upon
The foundation stone of rejection.
How can I give what I have not?
How can I colour a portrait of passionate love
Without the easel and the brush?
So walk away from my path,
Or suffer with me as my anger
Scorches every evergreen forest built upon
Each graveyard of my dead wishes.
Either come with my demon like request
Or save your tender skin from the peril
Of the fire of the furnace.
But I can’t decide for you
For your innocence and foolhardiness
Takes my breath away.
And the sound of your voice pulls out
The hidden lost tears from my dry eyes.
A pact with the magnificent I have made,
I cannot alter it for anyone,
Not even for my own self.
In this bond of rage where do you stand?
Where are your promises of clear running water
In this hell house of bottomless sulphur volcanoes?
Let me beseech you, run
Away from the curse of doom in the form of a woman
Before it is too late.
Stay away from the wailing writer of revenge
Stay away from me.
Copyright © 2013 by Fiza Pathan
Saru (@PerfectOdyssey) says
There is so much of pain, longing and emotions in this poem.
You have deduced correctly 🙂
Aziz Ampanwala says
Agree with Saru ! impeccable ..
Thank you 🙂
anjan roy says
Hear wrenching…am really wondering how could you write such heart stirring poems…!!!
Thank you for the kind words of praise for my humble efforts 😀