Two Poems by Rumee Haque: My Monsoon Full Moon, Is It Real?

My Monsoon Full Moon

Tonight
Outside Monsoon extreme
Sun's gone, light's dim
Lightning, thunders loud
Layers of rain and cloud
Covered the full moon night.

Although covered and gone
I knew, until the dawn
That you were still there
Precious, and so rare
Hidden yet glowing bright.

You, my Monsoon
Full Moon,
Remained in hiding tonight.

Author's note: The last short stanza was inspired by a song by Nobel Laureate Tagore.

Is It Real?

I stop to hear
Whispers in the grass.
Is it real?

I stop to listen
To the music ringing
Inside my every limb.
Is it real?

I stop to hear
Laughter of a child
I stop to hear
Whistle of a bird

I stop to hear
Screams of colours
In the sunset.
Is it real?

I stop to see
Fireflies over the bushes
Blanket of darkness
Covers the dusk horizon

Sound of footsteps
Ceases outside my door.
I stop to hear
The familiar steps
Seems I've known
Them for centuries,
For many past lives
On another world.

I stop to think
Is it real?

Copyright 2007, Rumee Haque. © This work is protected under the U.S. copyright laws. It may not be reproduced, reprinted, reused, or altered without the expressed written permission of the author.

A graduate of England's oldest writing institute (The Writing School), Rumee Haque has worked as contributing editor with a foreign language weekly Ekush, published from Hollywood. Apart from poetry, she does translation work, writes short stories, articles, and is working on a screenplay for her brother who is an award-winning film-maker. Her poetry has been published at Poetry.com and Poets.com and won two Editor's Choice Awards from Poetry.com.