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Memories of Dreams

by Harman Mavi

Life on earth is a mix of pain and joy, misery and hope. Well, love is no exception to this rule and is perhaps the magic that can turn misery into mirth. Harman Mavi’s poem paints the not-so-rosy picture of what the world has in store for a couple in love.

Bombs rain on desolate towns.
Music plays as jokers frown.
You and I, in sand we swim –
We can’t breathe; the lights turn dim.

Ground grumbles and buildings fall.
Babies play with murd’rous dolls.
You and I, on water walk –
Our feet slip; we never talk.

Ragnarok! Let’s bury gods!
Church choirs play infernal chords.
You and I embrace in fear –
Harsh winds even steal our tears.

Seven circles around fire –
Other rites the priests require.
You and I – our limbs embrace,
lips meet, and past loves erase.

Lions enter the bridegroom’s room –
ruin the couple’s honeymoon.
You and I fulfill desire –
Matters not what cats conspire.

Tyrants trip on mango peels.
Pandora her box reseals.
You and I, we sink in mirth;
Sev’ral joys our life unearths.

Mirth and mis’ry intertwine –
consequent to flawed design.
You and I such magic yearn,
frowns into frolic which turns.

Harman Mavi grew up in Patiala, Punjab. He currently works as a lawyer in Winnipeg, Canada and, when able and inspired, writes short fiction and poetry. “The Wrong Burrow,” a satire by Harman about the criminalization of gay love in India, was published in the January 2015 issue of Spark.
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