Poems : Asiya

Asiya 
(an unusual and a blatant poet)

Of memory

I watched it from distance though

It was connected to me.

It gazed, ogled, snapped and stared-

With ascending sun, it shattered

With darkening night, it sharpened.

I smelled it from distance and yet it was in me-

every fragment detached, isolated,

still entangled in me.

I puked, perspired, sneezed, and bled

but inside me it grew and clouded my brain.

in unconscious state,it got blurred.

with clinging restlessness, it ignited.

the sense lingered in me-

Itching, tickling,pinching and freezing.

the sense,i heard , from distance

echoing in me.

It yelled, whimmed and whipped.

the nailed coffin in which it died,

the detached soul like which it swayed.