LOVE Poem: “My head is strange to my body”, by Parwez Hwma

My head is strange to my body,
As if it originated from another realm.
Internal experiences,
Beyond my experiences,
Defy explanation by any eloquent speaker.

Tingling is the common song of my vivid summer,
Countless icebergs raced through my head,
What’s this frozen signify?

Where is the entrance of the sky, to have a door?
I’ve held numerous Ayahs in my hands,
With a single puff, I blow them into the atmosphere,
I weave the prays and impart them in the ears of pain,
Yet the entire sky remains sealed!

My head resembles nothing but a confine.
Countless imaginations are stifled,
Desires are restrained,
Laughter, what’s laughter?
All are in-completed,
And laid down in a bin their knees bent.

I inhale agony,
I creep my head against the wall,
A gloomy portrait emerges,
Misery noble is mine!

Like snowballs, I’ll throw unlucky,
They come back to my memories, flock flock,
Is my mind magnetic,
Or are the days merely spring?

Even the firearms fear me,
Do the bullets understand?
The gunpowder knows that:
If my head explodes, suffering spreads out in the world.

My head is entwined with agony,
Even if we endeavor to articulate this agony in a sentence,
Comma’s power cannot separate us!

The radio transmits a melody,
Its lyrics muted within me,
The Song reads tear and
Crying flows out,
It’s Ashurah in my head!

I feel my head adds problems to the earth,
I am unwilling to frame all these agonies within the context of
existence,
Yet, from the recesses a whisper, a prayer, a voice,
Reaches my ears and I hear:
“Cheer up,”

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*Ashura: it’s a solemn day for Shia Muslims