Tuesday, August 27, 2013

LOVE DEVOURS ME

LOVE DEVOURS ME 
© Farouk Asvat  

This room has not seen a flower
In your absence

     Something acid
     And deep-felt
     Rests on my chest

          And I cannot decipher the music
          That dances in your heart

You know
I am wounded by kisses
Silenced by love
You know I have learnt
How to loose the game
Never the war
That was inherent in our love

          But waiting for you
          Love devours me

          Waiting for you
          Love devours me

After all these imprisonments
These nights
Wrestling with ancestors
These days
Dealing with slippery manifestoes
After all these mirages of revolutions
These dances with shadows
I still go down and pray
To whatever gods are out there
To suck my life away

     Inscrutably
     Your mouth devouring me
     Like a quivering candle
     Devouring the darkness.

          Waiting for you
          Love devours me.

          Waiting for you
          Love devours me.


© farouk asvat

composed: 16.06.1986 [Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid] [ph]

[] Acknowledgements:

Love Devours Me was previously published in:

     The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p19, 2006);
     www.faroukasvat-poems.blogspot.com (27.08.2013);
     The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (kindle, 2014);
     The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (amazon paperback, p17, 2014).

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Tuesday, August 20, 2013

THE BEASTS THAT I HARBOUR ...


THE BEASTS THAT I HARBOUR IN MY HEART 
© Farouk Asvat


                        In the delicateness of the butterfly
                        That flutters within your heart
                                                                              you suffer.

            White pigeons scatter in our lovely garden.

The beasts that I harbour in my heart
Come to life at night,
Seconds tick on like threats in a timebomb:
The night is more awake and alive
Than our days filled with slaughter.

There is so much affection gone to waste
So much of the madness of love between us
That a shadow of disdain
Flits across your face,
While the fluttering ache of another poem
Comes to brood on my silent abdomen.

            With you I knew sadness;
            It creeped into our laughter.
            Misfortune was our companion
            Sadness piled upon sadness
            In the silence of the night.

Tenuously
I hold on to the rhythm of the seasons
Tenuously
I hold on to our hopeless revolution
            Your downy little dove trembling
            Between my tender loins
            Softening the creases on my rocky face,
            Oblivious of the ghost of savage mourning
            That grows talons in my chest.

                        Still,
                        I accept you with too many questions
                        Lingering on the periphery of other dreams
                        Dancing on the graves of other lovers
                        Ululating with the ghosts of youngsters
                        Dancing with machetes around our bed,
                        Offering you everything
                        As if there were no tomorrow.

                        If only I could learn myself in you.
                        If only I could
                        Receive some of your forgetfulness
                        As a blessing and a curse.

But the wraiths of other lovers
Writhe within our sheets,
Wailing ancestors
Dance in our dances,
While we try
To pirouette into oblivion,
Always the oblivion
Of the moment.




© farouk asvat


composed: 1983 - 1987 [Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid] [v]




[] Acknowledgements:

The Beasts That I Harbour In My Heart was previously published in:

                The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p17, 2006).




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Tuesday, August 13, 2013

YOUR POEMS ARE LOCKED IN MY HEART

YOUR POEMS ARE LOCKED IN MY HEART 
© Farouk Asvat


Your poems are locked in my heart.
Life itself seems to trap them there.

Walking the gauntlet
Of revolutionary songs
Scented bouquets came your way
Love song upon love song
Stabbing me in the liver.

            How life would have been
            A dance!
            If only we knew
            The blood
            That lives within us.

But there are so many flowers between us
It could fill a cemetery.

And in the distance between us
And the shimmering jewels of the universe
There are hardly any tears
I would appreciate on my grave.

                        So forget me now
                        For it will take a death
                        To forget you.

                        Lost in love
                        You sent your song
                        Upon the wind.
                        Lost in love
                        I cried
                        At the sound of farewell.

But even now,
Every thought of you
Settles like rubble in the stomach
Lingers like an electric shock in the brain
Grows like an abscess bursting into the world

Because love remains:

            Strange shadows
            Playing weird patterns
            In an empty heart,
            With not even a smile between us.




© farouk asvat


composed: 1980 - 1988 [Cape Town, South Africa under apartheid] [w]




[] Acknowledgements:

Your Poems Are Locked In My Heart was previously published in:

                The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p15, 2006).




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Tuesday, August 6, 2013

THE WIND STILL SINGS SAD SONGS

THE WIND STILL SINGS SAD SONGS 
© Farouk Asvat


Now that love is dead,
And you, bemused,
Go your whimsical way
I realise

That kindness is a curse
That one cannot live on dreams
The periphery of other lives
The thin moment between life and death
The gesture between love and the ocean

That we have to lead our own lives
For beneath the facade of defiance
Lurks the heart of vulnerability
Even as you offer your lips
And I gaze child-eyed at the laughing parade

It is not easy, my love
The hungry fingers yearn
And the songs of our lives
Keep repeating themselves

            So if it was love
            How come the wind still sings sad songs
            How come the stars still explode silently
            How come the sun barely leaves a shadow
            And my eyes are always moist.

                        Forged by the obscene embrace of cold men
                        In the grey streets of another city
                        The massacre in my eyes
                        Is filled with mournful sighs
                        With the deep anxiety of oppression
                        With the full-hearted laughter of infinite despair
                        With the profound sadness of the universe.

            Yet, sweetly so much you gave so trustingly.
            Was it my chestnut horse's eyes
            That gazed into your gushing blood
            With that no-man-fuck! look?
            Was it the strength of my loneliness
            Or the weakness of my gentleness
            That made you undress
            As eagerly as I sought your searing passion
            With my turgid branch?
            Or was it just another memory
            In a misty haze of faces
            Between saturn rockets
            And the void of space?
            Or was it the first
            Of a thousand and one nights?

There was a time I believed the wind
Believed orchids bloomed in scraggy gardens
Believed I could give you revolutions
Of the infinite galaxies
Believed we could dance on stardust
Sail on solar breezes
Fly on angelwing

            But you released me like a burning asteroid
            Plummeting into myself
            Leaving me only seasand and seashells

                        I did not feel
                        The sandsting in the seawind
                        I did not taste
                        Snoek and sewer in the air
                        I only saw the sea
                        Through armourplate glass

It was then that I realised
That it was in life
That you were unattainable:

            The undulating beauty of the beach
            The knowledge of the stars
            A world of dreams
            Spiralling down
            To suburban gardens;
            It was then I knew
            That nights invite the morning
            Loneliness love
            Desire another delight
            For a bouquet of diamonds
            In a cup full of sorrow.

But still
After all these tears
After all these curses
I cast upon you
I look you in the eye
And lay your restless ghost to rest.

But still
Our lives are bound
By tenuous emotions
By spittle threads
Of tender desires

                        So when you hear me singing
                        Love songs in the wind
                        Know that I am merely weeping




© farouk asvat


composed: 1980 - 1990 [Cape Town, South Africa under apartheid] [w]




[] Acknowledgements:

The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs was previously published in:

                The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p12, 2006).

                                new updated version: 2007

                [We Have To Lead Our Own Lives: section previously published in:
                                English Academy Review # 3 (University of the Witwatersrand, p6, 1985)].




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No part of this publication may be reproduced by any means whatsoever, or transmitted in any form or any means whatsoever, mechanical or electronic, including recording, printing, photocopying, or via any computerised means or media, including the internet.  This publication shall also not be stored in a retrieval system.  And the writing shall not be sold, lent, hired, resold or circulated in any form or binding or cover other than that in which it is published,
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Permission to publish or reproduce the writings in any format can be obtained from the author.

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is liable to a payment of 10, 000 ren men bi or US$ 1,500.

farouk asvat can be contacted at:                               farouk.asvat@gmail.com



[] please check out my blogs @:

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faroukasvat-viewpoint.blogspot.com/

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piquantpublications.blogspot.com/



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