Poetry

Coconut History

The silky skinned beauty went galloping through the prairie 
Under open sky, blossomed petals – a settling reality
It was her dream come true, she always wanted to go horse-back riding
The mistress had taught her a few taming tricks – if they stop, you kick - if they slow down, you pull 
Off they went, a line preceding – the first time she ever was free
Under the tall pine, a heart spiraled, touched by myriads of bright
So sophisticated, but naïve

Speaks, The Rain

Sand castles and dream 
I even made one half 
The washers stopped by 
Knowingly pushed down 
Soaked – heavy and absorbed 
The cracks bled – I watched 
Prancing along the field of grass

Heaven's Hindsight

Long before the glistening pond
Trudged a merry-go-around poverty 
The bridge oh so pelt
Through the water-color scenery 

Her innocence clamored
Enveloped by the foolish

Shielding her glass lane
A timber sanctuary: so dainty

War Within

The air is placidly ringing into my ears
The lack of motion tearing ear drums
My senses fall asleep – I walk the oblivion
Yet I sing his songs, I draw his images
Days pass, as do nights
I stare out the window sill
Reach my arm out into the rain
The droplets touch my skin; smoke in
My body is a chimney

Farnaz Mahbub's passion revolves around traveling and writing. Currently, she resides in Toronto, Canada.