The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 2178


Volume-3                                                  June -2013                                              Number-1



by Dalal Sarnou


A Woman of 'disturbia' I see in me,

Half-awake, she steps aside to her destiny

Blank pages being darkened to weave my history

A past full of mayhem and a present dozed with fears

I swing right and wrong just to recollect some years

I scattered once I was a fool, yet the fool IS

That wisdom I some unknown time find in this

Place, where love is merged with hatred

Where smiles and tears are being featured

A rose of 'nostalgia' I seek to know me through

A lost desert of peace where I can serenely grow

Yearning to that summer breeze WHO would shake

My nectar to make me smell my woman perfume to take

The chagrin away, to caress my petals and smoothen

My very horns of rage and make me born a woman

Again and again, to bless me with the strength

To kiss that pain and grieves far, very far away.