I Want to Know

Take my words!

Fight in the name of Dinken!

Hunt down your brother

For the dignity of Dakini!

Or of any other else you like better

From the ocean of imaginations

That constitutes spiritus mundi.

You will do it, won't you?

THEN HOW DOES RELIGION MATTER?

Muhammed Rafeek. E
02/11/2018

The Moorland

THE MOORLAND

Darkness deepens.

The day is being woven

Between the black and white threads.

From time immemorial,

The restless wind emerges and blows

Out of the ancestral graves.

By the tongues of the leaves

Death murmurs:       

‘Life drops and splits like a tear,

Down the moorland where the devil vultures

Flutter with blade-like wings.

Everyone is betrayed in their sleep

By the dream that makes us smile

Yet leads into the blackhole of death.

The world overflows with funeral songs,

Each soul sings a dirge in the tomb.

After the violent fight with the shadows,

We yield with a scream

Echoing from clouds and hills.

It is our dreams that burn on every pyre,

Hope itself is buried in this battlefield,

The graveyard of the lost.

MUHAMMED RAFEEK.E
09/2018

About:

Originally published by BETTER THAN STARBUCKS Florida, U.S (in the international poetry page January 2019

https://www.betterthanstarbucks.org/international-poetry

https://anthonywatkins.wixsite.com/btsjan2019/international-poetryhttps://www.betterthanstarbucks.org/

Republished by Hello Poetry (Online)
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2961796/the-moorland/

HAIKU 2

The banished wanders

In the forest dark and deep;

Finds the life more real.

Muhammed Rafeek E

HAIKU 1

Man-eaters' footprints !
Chase guessing my reach, a wood,
Oops! It's a city. 

Muhammed Rafeek.E

GIANTS IN THE DREAMS

Everytime, I was with a thought,

Why these giants

haunted my dreams

Of the tall tree-forest,

our summer home, 
Of the narrow isle between

both school blocks...

'Why did you always sit

On my favorite mango-bough,

On the beach cliff,

On the grassy edge of our silver brook?'

Giants really were on waiting;

Waiting on the single foot

To trespass into my sleepy eyes,

and to place dominion at my dreamy skies.

No matter how mother's tales

 glorified their innocence,

The gigantic figures kept scaring on.

'Oh mother, mesmeric story teller,

Don't say any tale!,' I begged,

'with giants involved...'

But no night passed without them.

Mercilessly haunted,

My all childhood they chased

And released me when it was over.

'Now as I have been at the grim smoke

of the terrible dreams of adulthood,

I smell your absence.

You designed my fantasy once,

And whispered strange fables in ear,

Unsearched and untold.

Sleepless, on the bed, with opened eyes

Hope your marvelous return,

Kind beloved  little giants!'

03/03/2018

MUHAMMED RAFEEK.E