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.