Pasture (Feb. 2004)

Mondo Elastic feelings…

Fury of eruption

A recipe for disaster 

As I try to dismantle the memories of yesteryear

Pinnacle of spiraling out of control 

As I walk timidly over

These eggshells

Shivering souls caged by doomsday insomniacs

Lamenting Portuguese ferns

Wailing for the moments of yesterday so hot

To decipher the meaning of life

Like a nomad attempting to make sense of hieroglyphics

Even on my most merry day

Conceals and masks the devastating tears for my homeland

Recycled memories resurfaced beneath the deepest seas

Incubation of volcanic thoughts 

Much to the chagrin of the bewildered mongooses

Torments

Infusion of severe merry thoughts

Invasion of the flying phytoplanktons

Diving into the rough Atlantic waters to 

Consummate with the confused off-center saltwater 

Sea urchins…..

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The above canvas is called pasture. This is like an unfinished ongoing work. In Afghanistan, we used to have a maid called “Haja.”I used to collect torn pieces of cloth (Jalgha jam munum) from the streets of Kabul for her. She used to wash them and ultimately sew me the most beautiful canvas of a blanket.