As you try and bleed the past

“We lived in a society which denied itself heroes.” – V.S. Naipaul
“This is not writing. He should stop writing. He should be selling sausages.” – Eqbal Ahmad on V.S. Naipaul

As you try and bleed the past onto the speak of now,
Look for the hooded guilt past the sentence of ilk &

Brood, the tripping verb thrilled by the possibility
Of sheen that traps the rook, the sow, the seed that

Bit the hand that fed the pith of scorn, the hand of
Up, of law. And as you try and mock the horn of dust

And cut of rain, and gasp at awe & awe again, whence
Will come the ore of night, which die is cast today? 

2 comments on “As you try and bleed the past

  1. jjz3 says:

    Been tooling around your blog. Incredible poems. I write the occasional poem, but know I’m not a poet. You’re a poet. This is poetry. Will be back often. Thanks.

    • huzaifazoom says:

      Thank you so much John for your generous words – ‘my blood supply has increased by 1.5 kilos,’ a rough translation from Urdu conveying my elation 🙂 – I look forward to seeing you around.

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