A poem from my collection of poems "Waiting"


Howling for Life


The moon facing me, gazing at me, dazzling me,
the moon and I were part of a mass,
within a huge ring of multitudes.

Birthing from the mass
began to shape and engage us in reactions,
movements of dust and rock weaved about the gloom,
I was born in my cradle, in a horde of entities,
the life I had was darkness, cold,
surrounded by matters I didn’t know,
that was all out there,
still is.

Collisions here and there,
we expanded, shifted and moved about,
that was all out there
I desired to be what I am today
different from that mayhem,
longing to produce life, grow and transform,
darkness and cold was out there,
still is.

Eventually, clusters of us alienated from Mother Bedlam,
fell into this magnificent order,
we initiated our own loop of events,
force of our Sun shaped us,
began a new harmonization.

Magnum opus, the Sun, pulled and pushed us into order,
we lined up to form, and danced riotously ever since
we commenced a new order.
Tossed into the warmth of magnificent Sun,
gave me the heat I needed
hot and boiling to the core
I spat out blood for years, and years
torrential downpour for thousands more
only to cool it down for new life to begin
time, a drip of eternity,
yet, I was so full of hope
I desired entities that would help it grow,
they would make it more beautiful.

It took me millions of years to cultivate water,
forest, and air to breathe,
vast blue ocean nurtured the first life,
hosted all kinds of beings in its heart,
forests gave more breathing room,
became home to even more lives.

With shaking, trembling and quaking on my surface,
I developed splendid mountains.

My rivers flowed from them, joined oceans,
life thrived all over my skin
and all manner of creatures helped it grow.
The birds flew about and spread seeds,
vast diverse animals grew
learning and evolving.

In due course,
along came my evolved humanoid.
It took me a long time to enliven this ball of lava,
my resplendent chest became an absolute loveliness,
in such a brief time, my human ruined it all,
my sapiens grew to be the smartest of my children,
to have the most destructive natures.
Some of my children became the thinkers,
learned our past mistake, thrived for change
others developed cities, monuments,
science fought viruses, traveled outer space
though most of my broods grew to be:
selfish, arrogant, and clueless,
catering to wars and conflicts.

It took me billions of years to change and re-arrange,
give them a taste of beauty,
breezes through singing forests,
depth of blue sea and its vast life,
peaks of mountains, and the running rivers,
so they have stories to tell, and poems to write.
ever since my children grew smarter,
they created all kinds of killing kits,
my face, my chest, my belly…
became a battle ground
dominance fell into the hands of greed,
billions of feet stamping on me,
thousands of drills piercing me,
craters in my chest,
as bombs are tossed about
destroying everything I built,
kills so many of my children,
destroys my vegetation,
they began a chain of destruction of all,
greeneries, life in my oceans
extracting any treasures in my belly
anything to feed their egos
and I thought they are the smartest of all my beings,
my little humanoid, the sapiens.

Question yourself my children,
do you think you are blameless?

Some of you err by deliberate choices,
some are weak or ignorant or cynical,
some only value their own ideas,
some are the idols of greed in the temples,
some thrive with adventurous souls, for change.
Though are not united,
they have segmented me with many borders
borders created wars and hatreds
fighting for a bigger piece of me
killing for land to increase wealth
As treasures found in my heart,
my surface, my other creations
plunged into the abyss of suffering,
more greed, thereafter, more wars
even wars about who is better.

If I am the mother of all, I remember well,
amongst my creatures, those who roam my forests,
climb my mountains and pass through my oceans,
fly across and around me,
I only sprouted one human race.
some think they are different and superior,
aren’t they oblivious to their own ignorance?

Though, I believe in some of my humans,
the ones that know the mistakes made,
the ones who want change, and know how to change,
Yet, the struggle is too hard.
Remember my children:
I have given life,
I rained-down on my bare hot surface,
flourished life, made it possible to grow,
I gave you all you needed,
all is evaporating in madness, darkness,
hunger and wars you have created,
pain and suffering you brought upon each other,
none see their own fault,
none see they are the cause of such problems.
Well my children:
the moon still faces me, gazing at me, dazzling me
I am still part of the same mass
I was a lava rock, I will survive
I will surely grow life again and flourish my bare chest once more,
But the question is
Will you be there?


Nasreen Pejvack — April, 2014

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