Beluga Whale - Shaziya Shaikh
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My stranger
-Amy Holda Gueye
I am familiar with the brisk illumination
Under which I write of my bedroom lamp
I know the warm discolored pillow
Over which my hair lies damp
I am the blood rushing water
Which wets my visage at dawn
And the morning breeze as I wake
Which fades out before long
But as the elder who has erased memory
Or the neonate who hasn't any
I look through your eyes as you began your show
And there was someone there I did not know
You stand amidst my closest secrets
My deepest, darkest galores
You explored my strengths
Devoured my weaknesses
You have entered my very core
Yet when I looked yet again this morning
I did not know you anymore
I am comfortable with the lonely bush
Which greets my trail as I walk by at sunset
I know the rising moon with its perfect tan
I am the pages of the archaic school books
Which lie on my desk by day
And the buzzing harmony of the appliances in my way
But you . . .
Where have you gone?
You have drifted down
Down a river of foreign soil
And swam to the closest shore
Furthest from me
But how you have managed it without slightest turmoil
Is to me a burning mystery
Drenched with broken promises
Of the man, you, I once truly loved
Disillusioned by a character
Who has become my sad deception
Yes, I know these tears which glide down my cheeks under the night's cool air all too well
But you . . .
I don't know you anymore.
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