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Poems by Shamim Azad
Eclipse of moonlight
I had a skill When I Jumped ship When 1 grabbed a fist full of earth, took a deep breath and looked towards the cold grey valley in the distance: on this island.
1 am one of those women who can recognise an unknown city the map makers the nomads.
I knew where the shore was in the eclipse of moonlight, the seagulls' nests.
I could smell raw-fish, lime and timber the ragged people and I became one.
1 predicted the possibilities of rainfall, the whirling storm, and where to sprinkle spices. It went everywhere It needed, now, I have lost it all.
Exchange
There in the afternoon
Just before the sun was gone
people were shopping in White Chapel Rd and there was this lovely man singing Eric Clapton.
1 could hear his enchanting voice as I was coming out of underground and I could see his shining hair with the descending and glistening sun. He made me Ignore.
what happened to me in the morning
and 1 heard him saying. "I looked wonderful!" Among all these zazzy people
I thought I had the lusting soul.
The heartfelt song of the busker made me feel alright
1 went to him and dropped some sliver to be one of them, jubilant part.
Now, when I started trusting every one with what ever I brought and had the last few grains of spice and fragrance.
I found myself crying sobbing my heart out he couldn't make it alright there was none, nobody around. 23.2.99 Shamim Azad
My Twofold
No, I wasn't blessed with twins I often wonder how it feels • to be a mother of twice-the-same a pair of feel-alike-children.
I suppose they have a language of their own. a self made dome a town full of given life toys and a balloon that flies up and down, on an invisible string held in one's hand.
I think, in my case when 1 had my daughter
I felt as if
I was a twin of her s and there she was my double.
The cloud of loneliness, the tremendous urge of going mute, simply evaporate.
Since her birth neither of us cried. I felt protected as if 1 in our own castle. The lovely auburn hair, the fringe on the tiny forehead, empowered my connections like sparkling wares. She brought comfort and independence.
In her teens those crystal clear never-resolving debates we had. made me her other half without her
1 was Incomplete. Now when she is a woman the twin-ship promises so much.
I am almost brimming with arrogance.
It scares me.
The thought of being, double and then half, and half, then double is killing me because 1 have to be the first to go leaving her behind.
19.6.98