Poems For The Hungry Souls

JIHADISTS’ EXORCISM

Blistering demonic religious fanaticism,
Breeding satanic brutality across, the deathbed of humanism,
Blurring sanity, horrifying than exorcism,
Blinding ideological hallucination, viral fornication,
Bleeding ferocity from jihadists’ political intoxication.

Swords’ teeth mutilated children’s innocent bodies,
Sorrowful blood drip from mothers’ eyes and grieving voices,
Sound of terror echoes through raped women’s spinal bones,
Soured Islamists’ genocide kills even the desert roses,
songs of violent murders in the name of God, madness.

Invisible Twigs

No longer the howls of the
wild dogs break the silence,
bats of vampires’ wings,
legends of gothic nightmares,
eternally are hidden in dead dungeons,
nothing prevails,
except the dominant night,
totally veiled in darkness,
curtained those invisible shapes.

Into her face made of fogs,
creeps the sharpest finger of the moon,
tearing its curtain apart,
these eyes saw terror,
terrified chiefly on denuded forest,
all the trees there in are stolen,
including the twigs that are seen no more,
everything is a barren desert,
totally naked from blood to soul,
it’s a bone dry sand of deathly dunes,
deeply buried in a grave,
and is never coming back.

Intoxicated Heart

My senses, still infected by your kisses,

Such a sweet poison, this tongue craves,

Memories of them, flow through the veins,

So this heart is intoxicated and so my nerves.

Your lips contain highly addictive sweet juices,

They are narcotic roses blooming with chocolates,

Yet, am always wanting them like lost pieces,

Till they fill the mosaic of melancholic emptiness.