Come now,
take a peek;
Sneak close to the blinds,
sidle up to a door, and-
you want more?
Then, pry away the layers
until they give way on their own.
We are voyeurs
and performers.
You see me;
the big strip tease-
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is my soul,
these are my feet.
Keep the peelings,
you'll need them for your show-
And they'll never know they're secondhand
twice, thrice in a row.
We'll go to sleep
under the spotlight;
Spend woken hours in the dark;
stalking strangers, stalking shadows,
eying keyholes and computers-
It's all the same.
This is the game, and
we have no shame.
-11/23/09
© Farhana Jahan
Inspired in part by Sylvia Plath's "Lady Lazarus", and a little social networking site called Facebook.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Falling
Falling
into the rabbit hole
is the best of all.
Before, there was standing;
Now, there is motion.
There's color, in the dark,
Many colors!
I'm not sure if my eyes are open or not.
Falling
is suspense;
I'm suspended-
no ropes, nope.
No ties.
Just falling,
not knowing,
is the thrill.
-09/17/09
© Farhana Jahan
into the rabbit hole
is the best of all.
Before, there was standing;
Now, there is motion.
There's color, in the dark,
Many colors!
I'm not sure if my eyes are open or not.
Falling
is suspense;
I'm suspended-
no ropes, nope.
No ties.
Just falling,
not knowing,
is the thrill.
-09/17/09
© Farhana Jahan
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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