Love this Love I Known

In the joined spirit of your love-remembrance  

once again my broken pen shed in black-blood 

reflecting the whispers of your last words rustling  

afflicting it with every strike my frostbitten heart  

it breaks into ceaseless fragments, it hardly bleeds.
The joined images keep rustling are breathless 

every time her face flies into my mind leaves me restless 

it startles my whole being and leaves me lifeless

a flow of reminiscent threads with the twinge of pain 

descends my isled-eyes with racing moisture 

a voiceless groan within occupies my whole existence 

pains are too great these days – break-dancing-  

celebrating the scar pale 

and startles me the murky in aloneness . 
I am a soul cut off from the strange skies not 

but from the soul-love, I wished to rise with

the pale and pester eyes made me too gaunt 

lifeless, more than the stretched papery waste 

joyless as unearthing left out in a thin skull 

as of the decayed grass blade.
I am a silence seeker now – too recluse 

ansuffer too much my eyes to hunger for your face 

the light turns even into a shadow upon my pale face 

I keep bending my head to hide the moisture 

only those can see my tears falling on my chest 

who stand near…….

who stand near and hearken my fast heart-beat 

who stand near and see how the silence breaks its pain

who stand near and watch me struggling with

the current of flow rain and storm…..

who stand near and watch me healing my own pain 

Who stand near and watch me putting my own fingers 

in my own fresh bleeding wounds……. 

Love this love only I know……only I know……   

By: Abdul Samad Haidari

About samad1986

Abdul Samad Haidari is a poet, writer, teacher and a former freelance journalist, currently residing in Indonesia as a stateless refugee. He is the author of The Red Ribbon He fled his home country at the age of seven and grew up wandering in Pakistan and Iran as a child refugee, and was separated from his family for the majority of his childhood. For two years, at the age of eight and nine, he was forced into child labour in the construction industry in Iran. In contrast, Pakistan offered refugees like him the opportunity to study and work. This education and work experience culminated in Abdul teaching computer studies and English language courses at the Intel Computer Center and Pak Oxford Professionals. After the collapse of the Taliban government, Abdul returned to Afghanistan thinking that the security situation had improved, and that he could take part in the reconstruction of his war-torn country. With this in mind, Abdul served as a freelance journalist and humanitarian aid-worker in areas of the country that remained dangerous to civilians because of the influence of terrorist groups. Abdul served with the Norwegian refugee council (NRC), ActionAid Afghanistan, Daily Outlook Afghanistan group of newspapers, and The Daily Afghanistan Express. As a freelance journalist, Abdul wrote articles and editorials about on-the-ground realities, which were then circulated widely. These had a particular focus on women and children’s rights, corruption, transparency and accountability in government, warlords and terrorist groups’ actions and the systematic persecution of minority groups in both Afghanistan and Pakistan.
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