The Wall

The Wall

A Poem by ShameemAkhtar

The wall stood.
Dark. Tall. Menacing.
Like the towering figure of her father.
Solid. Impenetrable. Unmovable.
Like the norms of society.
Rigid. Intolerant. Uncompromising.


Alisa stood. The wall ahead. The car on the other side.


One step. Just one step, the voice urged, at its encouraging best.

One step, Alisa thought.


The car to freedom stood nearby.

But the wall. The wall in between.

Ever-present. Ominous. Towering.


Romeo. Juliet.
Romeo. The wall. Juliet.

Unsavoury bone in the soup.


Iqbal. Alisa.
Iqbal. John. Alisa.

Unsavoury bone in the soup.


The wall. John.
The wall. Her father.
The wall. His ego…


The car. The car to freedom.
The way to Iqbal.
Dreams. Utopia. Iqbal.


The car. The car to freedom
The road to destiny.
The way to her dreams.


Car. Dreams. Iqbal.
Alisa weds Iqbal.
The car without petrol.


A haze. Dreams broken. Shards.
Sharpened edges. Screeching brakes.
Cut finger.


The union that would never be.
Children that would never see the day.


For there it was. The wall.
Tall. As it had always been.
Unrelenting.
Unyielding. As it stands today
And will always be…


Dreams.
Hopes.
Desires.


Nightmares.
Despair.
And despaired.


Alisa. The passenger.
Iqbal. The destiny.


The car.
The car.
The means.


But again. There it was.
Like always.


Dark. Tall. Towering.


The wall.
The barrier.
The end.

© 2011 ShameemAkhtar


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Cool:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Beautiful Archive...Good and Impressive theme selection

Posted 13 Years Ago


Superb images and descriptions.

Posted 13 Years Ago


A poem filled with desire, desperation and no way to escape. A powerful poem. I could feel the fear and the hope fading. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


Dark and enchanting. Like a black ribbon slowly finding it's way through the wind. Swift and graceful

Posted 13 Years Ago


Interesting

Posted 13 Years Ago


A darkly poignant poem. The sense of powerlessness and hopelessness is made all the more potent by the short, almost staccato rhythm of the lines.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Sad and romanticly dark. Great write!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Just blow the wall down or scale it but alas there it stands. hard to get past such a waighty object though it can be done...! Very good write, I like all the little metaphores and the meaning is spot on...!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on August 27, 2011
Last Updated on August 28, 2011
Tags: Society, Norms, Love

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ShameemAkhtar
ShameemAkhtar

Port Louis, Mauritius



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