Unmarked Chambers : Saima Afreen

Tell me how do I carry your weight under my skin,
inside my blood? Your stories
listen to the walls in Anna Karenina’s heart, the light
poured out from her bones, they turn into glow worms
carrying the weight of stars.
            The night.
                                Its scent.
                                                 The tremor of belief
in those dark eyes where simoom waits
for the map in your body to wake up,
listen to its creases. The rivers within.
 
It’s between the curvature of your mouth and thirst that I live
and leave. The seagulls
cry and carry your voice to the Baltic waters. Your last words
keep the home warm. It’s winter inside me.
I have poured a lake inside you, keep it
alive with the light you stole
from the unlit countryside
of my being.

~Saima Afreen

source : poetry.sangamhouse.org

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