I stand here, before a door - my hand on the handle questioning still, why am I here, what lies ahead of me, the gateway to my past or future beckons silently. "Unlock the portal, be free!
Am I to step out
This chilly morn of greyness
Or stay put - be still
There is a silence in the hallway, the guardians of timeless prisons hold the key, both to the reason and means for this imprisonment of mind and soul, the lost ones - we are neither aware nor do we care
Frozen inertia
My heart is the lock I hold
To my own doomed cell
And yet, this morning, at dawn break, oh! how glorious
Even though in my mind only, the sun rises above an imagined horizon
And I realise it is my first ever notion of time ?
I awaken with realisation of self, my toes, my nails
I sing aloud
Hitherto quiet, I can't hide
This bursting joy inside
In a moment of utter abandon, the ceiling cracks, the doors fling open wide to let in the river of awareness rushing, gushing, spilling over the floors of cold marble -warm, pulsing, swishing at my feet, and I dive
Into its embracing life
I am born !
And I swim towards the light
I gasp for air - I cry.
I unlock the gates of heaven and fall into the arms of a mortal - roar in triumph, oh joyous celebration.
I am home.
written for haiku heights
Copyright 2012 © zalina abdulaziz @ ninotaziz
Unlock the womb, be free...nice line...and your heart being the lock preventing your freedom, vivid and true...i am glad freedom is found in the end...
ReplyDeleteHi Brian! Yeah, the words just rolled off the page!
DeleteThat's a pretty powerful concept: your heart as a lock to your own doomed cell.
ReplyDelete(May I kindly suggest changing "busting" to "bursting"? I think "busting" is much too colloquial for your purposes here.)
The Lock Begins to Sing
It was meant to be bursting. I reread these lines and can't believe I did not see it. Thanks ! And great to see you here !
DeleteA very impact full Haiku with followed descriptions which make them even more intriguing..
ReplyDeleteLOVED IT!!!
Thank you Maharukh. Yes,I love doing haibun. If I were better at this,I should be doing strict haiku format.
DeleteOne of my favorites of yours, Ninot. I, too, was struck by the lines about one's heart being the lock to its own cell.......then the joy of daybreak, and the birth as a mortal at the end. Glorious writing!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sherry - you know me. This is another one of those poems of mine that wrote itself again.
DeleteNinot Ma'am,
ReplyDeleteA homecoming through layers of trying times and you are at heaven's gates. Cleverly unlocked and a great write as always!
Hank
Dear Sir Hank,
DeleteLovely to see you here. It has been difficult for me to find time for poetry and I miss it tremendously.
With Hikayat out in the bookshops, I needed to focus on its promotion and my deadline for my first ever novel is LOOMING!
Ninot Ma'am,
DeleteYou have your hands full.Promotions would take chunks of your time.Finishing the novel would be mentally exhausting. The fastest way to do anything is to do one thing at a time, Wonder if it's relevant here!
Hank
Dear Sir Hank,
DeleteI am trying to be true to that one thing at a time schedule.
Great piece,. and wonderful style of narration and poetry,. please keep it up and I'l look forward reading this style again :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Jaideep. I enjoyed my visit to your site as well. What a pleasure
DeleteThat grayness - no end
ReplyDeleteMorning, noon or night; no key
to open that lock
Dear Leo,
DeleteI found you and Antara at your blog. Wonderful writers, you both are. Looking forward to reading more of your poetry.
Powerful creation ~ thanks, ^_^ (A Creative Harbor)
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