Symbols of tyranny

Symbols of tyranny

A Poem by Irfan Bashir Shah

Once upon a tribal time

When we dwelt on spoils and errors,

Transcendent from paroxysm of spite

A rector trounced and evaded,

Espied extended silhouettes

Through his tangerine eyes.

                              

“I create as I speak

Some unspoken legends;

Turn on the dark

For I will exhibit

A cosmos so bright that

Light will obliterate.”

 

“As you ponder in my thoughts

A serene depth of broken bonds,

You will perceive but not

That of which I forbid.”

 

“Doth inherit what ye shalt

 If it art what ye seek.”

 

The Fire and moon swirled in violet

Till an aura the stars discerned.

Motes of memories that lay moribund,

Purled and transmigrated in a maelstrom.

Few flashes of stupor

Of an epileptic fit elfish face

Buckled against the heart of waves.

 

A torrent of thoughts echoed

Through the ears of life,

To bare a bedlam of beatitude.

A violet volition of vain lust

Had subdued within forever.

 

“Such are dairies of teenage odyssey

(Symbols of tyranny)

They perish before they begin.

Such was mine and so will be yours

For we slumber in chaos- meekly.”

 

 

“Thy scorching swirls hast tasted fire

and shalt inherit what ye desire

If it art what ye seek.”

 

 

 

                                Fetus~

                                                                                           

© 2013 Irfan Bashir Shah


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I think there is a difference between critique and criticism.

You've chosen a huge theme here, and how does one go about describing it? Do words suffice? Ah, but that is the eternal challenge.

should we find words or should we describe vision? Should we stay undefined or stake pitons along the way to hold our perception anchored?

We all make choices and who has the right answers? Try writing different drafts and see which one speaks what you want to say.


Posted 12 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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Lots of things that I like here.Like the adapted first line (from a fairy tale) and the hippie imagery like tangerine eyes or fire amd moon,the clever use of archaic pronouns like the second person plural thou and the original grammar of the last verse. All in all a well written poem worthy to be widely read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is really great.. I loved how you begin this..
Amazing work..keep that up

Posted 12 Years Ago


An outstanding poem.. What an imagery .. :-)

Posted 12 Years Ago


I must be honest and say that I'm not really sure what this was about, I have ideas, but my ideas could quite easily be wrong. I think it's because of all the elaborate description, which creates a problem for me because I love the elaborate description. And I don't know if I'd prefer elaborate description and not understanding what it's about or little description and understanding it. But then, I think the best things are ambiguous, they're not straight-forward. Anyway, I still enjoyed this nonetheless, and I am impressed by the description.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I think there is a difference between critique and criticism.

You've chosen a huge theme here, and how does one go about describing it? Do words suffice? Ah, but that is the eternal challenge.

should we find words or should we describe vision? Should we stay undefined or stake pitons along the way to hold our perception anchored?

We all make choices and who has the right answers? Try writing different drafts and see which one speaks what you want to say.


Posted 12 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.

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Hard to criticise something as good as this

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Tags: teenage, mystic, magic, pain, nature, monk, silence, tale, thoughts, past


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