Game of Barricaades.. a poem by Sadaf Masoodi
Time has descended timelessly, on the remorse hills of memory, through conflicts and clashes.
My freedom, in lease, lamenting for descent, under the feet of polity of time..
Twinkling tears, and fearful eyes, vengeances undimmed, spinning in terrible ties, layers of rust, galvanized with gilt, one on the other, congregations built, of sects, of castes, of color.
Puffing rulings and religious lies. Popes prove in such a pace, chains of iron menace, there for peace, and here of race, who dares encase, capitalism of time?
My freedom in lease, lamenting for descent, under the feet of polity of time… melancholic souls and reasons in halt, I know and I say, forgive the dismay, this being a prey, our scars have pulled wolves for feast.
How can an ode mean all, what distances shout to say! In this long way Isolation,
From these blood relations… That was not all I learned, and I never leaned, in a soft flame, when the outlooks burned, in the cleavage of self, we failed and turned.
And then of me, of me, hopeless hope and freedom in lease, lamenting for descent, under the feet of polity of time, under that old brown tree, on which swirled the last winter leaf, its fears still there, of the lasting fall, can we stay the way, what they call. Who will hold whom, then? In the fractured accords of clemency? Who for whose life will run? Would that I was an innocent thief, who lived again with the last winter leaf, alas!
Here no courts of mercy are built. Popes prove in such a pace, chains of iron menace, there for peace, and here of race. I dabble hunting significances, of the democratic pun, searching for some harbingers, factually all for fun!
Then a poor, petty name, blame, shame then defame! All bequeathed, for our own courage lame, and their origins ever same, bordering brains…
And the distanced diseased heart, quivered in the barricades of prolonged game…..
About the author
Sadaf Masoodi is pursuing Bachelors in Media Studies from Kashmir University. An avid reader, a contemplator and an introvert, she is inspired by Alama Iqbal’s work. With a scholastic approach towards life, Sadaf penned her first poem when she was in 6th Standard. Besides poetry, she is interested in psychology, cosmology and other sciences.