À l’heure du tout à l’image et du buzz sans suite, «l’express» souhaite faire découvrir la plume de poètes, de chanteurs, d’écrivains et de tous ceux qui jettent leur âme sur le papier, et qui mettent en mots des réflexions profondes.

In your integument I reside cursing their liturgy of a feeble ending,

Purple amoebas feasting on my cerebrum, more metaphysical

than empiricist, I regret.

You touched my face like you were a follower of this fate, fingers

interlocked and hidden in mists of clouds, we embrace polarity.

Eonian devotee, your belief was never impugned,

I know, I’ve discerned it in your grip, a breath of this faith

closing down,

Iron spears and leather sandals smother the seven summits, an

unheralded vision, a phrase only saints avow; so I’ve heard you

say my name.

You challenge hollow rituals,

Be a vakh of Crowley, I’ll be an utterance of Ded,

One day we’ll bow in grace.

A crater of eleven paths will find us atop our dome,

If I shiver and faint, give me a two-pointed starred diamond to

pick at my amygdala,

Withering rituals,

I know this fate, disheartened you claim, but that ringing in

your chest counters all your hate.

You roll down the hill, and kiss down the avant-garde,

Future in a spaceship,

Aboard the red Mirrkh we’ll seize Kangchenjunga,

we’ll birth a sixth peak and defy the hexagon storm

of the black Zuhal.

There’s a creek in my mind where amoebas feast through

these muddy seas.

You once said my name, now you do not want my faith.

Yasmin and the Serpent an omen of my patience, I pursue

your beat, the tambour of my veins. Your beat, a tree hog on

my hearth.

Hurrah! To the rebirth of occultists of repentance

You sleep face down, too ashamed to seize your guilt, made

out of clay you forget your name.

This religion seeks no fantasy, only uncertainty!

Bio

Eimaan Malik

Artist at heart and passionate about the art of writing, this young Kashmiri and Mauritian woman seeks to break the monotony of blank pages with verses tinged with a touch of black ink, captivating echoes of empathetic blues.