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.

A singular feather tumbles by me, My

head tilts upwards where the wind blows

“des mots bleus” through my mane, the

golden hues melt onto my skin-rusted

by the sun’s singing, lying bare on the

arid prairie, its tired moans prying out.

Only God can attest the battle scars on

my brothers’ chests.

I hear their footsteps in my oak made

wardrobe and reach in to pick their

hindrances.

A call from the other I, discarded

albatross cloak I bury myself in.

Their laughter for my golden locket, I

bury them in my soil, I harvest its fruits

mellow in my mouth.

The clouds falter, toying with my vision,

Time surely will last.

I rebuke their [others’] pillory of my

murder [flock of crows — brothers]

Ripe, their words are, so I slip into the

ray under which their valiancy sprouts.

I meet the sun’s flame, earnest

to see his grace.

And I know the morning will come and

the rooster will sing, I can only pull the

tumbleweeds and slow down

my breathing.

Bare and aware I do not contort under

this pyretic day dream.

O, My companion, My companion

of nature.

Hear! Our mutual rejuvenation along

the spirit of rummaging rivers, and

chirruped hymns of fledgling Blue

Whistling Thrushs, O pleasant comrade

from nature.

Hear, Hear — doth not weep!

I’ve deciphered your absence,

The believer weeps not for his flesh, but

the sorrow of his spirit.

O, My one true friend, will you

accompany me on my vermilion kite?

Hear and see, seek the batin belief

of our faith.

In a thousand winds of the west, all

tairns and rills,

Nothing I can do but pray for thou.

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.