"Craving Summoning From Eden "

By Yasmin Parveen

The sense, or the essence?

Maybe everything, everything.

No wondering,

I’m calling to the stars,

Craving all of it,

Needing all of it,

Finding none of it.

Where the river flows,

Where the blooms talks,

Where the crawdads sing—

Where there is no summoning,

Take me there.

Take me to that promised land.

The land of Eden, will you wait for me?

Will you feel remorse

For what I felt once,

While I was “being”?

A being with no serenity,

A being of splintered wood,

Ashes, debris, and ruin.

Will it be too much of a burden

To accept this decapitated heart?

Let me hear the river that sings.

I wish I could come to you

Of my own will,

I wish for your calm to take over my senses,

Until nothing remains of me.

But there is no proshchay,

Too bad—

There is no proshchay.

Goodbye, La Vie

By Yasmin Parveen