Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Poems Concentrated Edition 10

The Devils Questions

How many times have you looked in the mirror,
And questioned who you have become?
From a boy who couldn’t hold a pair of scissors
To one who could hold a gun?
That is indeed intoxicating,
The flavour of anger and rage
That corrupts absolutely
Regardless of your age.

How many times will I have to look upon
This embodiment of evil and its evil ways?
Which sickens me to death and beyond
Tell me, who will end its days?
“That young man, the friend
Of us and our sage;
His informant, his benefactor
The controller of his wage”

How many times will you have to run?
Is it not simpler to stop?
No, it is too late for that,
Your mind has gone to the devils crop.
“You know it’s repulsive,”
“The deeds of that man.”
And since no one will stop him,
I shall take his hand.

---Rayhaan Mubarak----


I’ve managed to get a poem from Rayhaan again, finally!! This is one of his first poems, and the first one I was shown. And it was from there on that I realised that I could make something out of this and finally started actually making content for this blog on a weekly basis. ~A Legend was born~
Okay, not really. But Rayhaan is a legend right? J

You might want know why I haven’t been able to get something out of Rayhaan for about a month now. Well, blame it on his computer. And his choppy internet. And his broken computer.  All those added up to create a situation where Rayhaan didn’t have internet and didn’t have anything to access it through anyway and nothing through which he could write poems or stories on. But he managed to get a picture of this poem and send it into me so I could feature it. It’s nice to have one of his poems again. But that doesn’t mean he’s back. I just about managed to get this poem from him before he went missing again. But not worry, I have some of my own stories to feature, and there are some poems I’d like to feature after this.

Now, onto the poem. This poem wasn’t written because of some specific emotion, but rather to sample the emotion in poem (as far as I know). It doesn’t have any rhyme, and that’s deliberate.

As for the summary, there was none provided, so I’m going to reminisce back to when we talked about it, and the summary he gave for it. Here’s a natural language summary that, for the first time here, isn’t written like it’s for intellectual study.

This is a written down recollection of Rayhaan giving up on human society, and of himself too. He is admitting into the part of him that he says doesn’t have the most beautiful of human feelings. It’s his almost psychopathic part. He is reminiscing on his younger self too and showing his regret for where it has gone now.

I admit, this wasn’t my best of efforts to get this summary right, but with what I had, I guess I made the best of it! So the boy he talks about here is pretty much himself, though I’m sure it has been exaggerated for dramatic poetic effect (!).
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